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Burning eyes’re pried open. Gangly limbs dang near rigor mortis Muster themselves from hibernation, Grateful for the sunrise. May God...

Merciless cancer cells. Pneumonia in the lungs. But a week before your birthday Death’s bell is rung. Dull machines beep, Ticking off...

Every square inch of land almighty man’s Stuck his flaccid stick. We’ve mastered the Arctic, Been to the moon, But here I am stuck in...

Cars on the hiway Steadily cruisin’ Into the city T’untold destinations. But I’m over here In da bed snoozin’. I’m the cognoscenti Of...

Another lifeless mother covered with a sheet on the street, Riddled with bullets like a dog is with fleas. And how shall we silence this...

(Featured in issue 27 of Phantom Kangaroo — 2022) Before me the fire’s lit, and so I sit lotus style. My thoughts’re sterile. My soul’s...

My body is a temple and I have littered its halls with garbage. My body is a temple and I’ve tapestried its walls with tales of precious...

(insert name here) was her name. The oxygen & the hearth to my zodiac flame. Mon one-in-a-million Cajun Dame W/ a spicy mirth and smile...

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/harmony-vincent-vecchio/1141355051? https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09Y4XRH6Y/ref=mp_s_a_1_1? From sleeping...

Surrounded by mirrors, And they’re all so empty. Reminds me of times That my mind felt nifty ‘nough keep me company, And there wasn’t...

There’s a damning aura from the flora surrounding me amidst this crisp morning as the birds whisper requiems. On their limbs across the...

Little ball of chaos. Ain’t I cute? How do I Sustain my pain in the ass; Little ball of raucous; Raccoon in the trash; Slick ball of...

All the men and women of our tribe grew four arms and four legs with colorful hair and blood moon eyes eclipsing a myriad of worlds...

I saw you standing there in that ridiculously long checkout line at the grocery store while I mindlessly stocked whatever vegetable my...

You cling to me like dead trout swinging from my ears, but I must rip you out & toss you in the trash for your crimes that knee-bashed my...

5:56… 6… 6… 5:57… 7… 7… 5:58… 5:59… 6am. The alarm blares. Dan get’s up. Combs his hair; a sharped dressed fella to catch the train. No...

Tender morning chirps Of birds in the canopies Of concrete jungles. * * * Smooth cigarette drags Before dawn when rude engines Will...

I’m filled with regret and the desire to dissolve myself, make like the iridescent oil stains of this parking lot and silently spill into...

You said in the next life you’d be a butterfly, so for all the dead ones I find I say a prayer in your name, and for all the live ones,...

(A poem about the police and the homeless) Never ash a cigarette in a fly’s Eden. Never forget the food others are needin’. Despite your...