The RunningFather Blog

just sterling there’s no going back. clippers are way past the shelf. there’s mutiny among the cast and the damn …
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middle places fourtyfive is only middle aged if i live to be a skull. at thirteen & a half i …
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sustainability desert folk are a particular type. trust me it takes a soft skin bitch from the ingratiating climes of …
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the two south of the sun man i also hang by cord and crossbeam. north man’s gone soft and his …
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fifth period sniffles fluid production. blood, tears. mucus. school’s a trick for new kids. bold inductions into old folds. lips, …
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gas can sodium amber lamps and six lanes at three am. june gloom orange county south. disneyland couldn’t be more …
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 the stand the mountain is sheer the canyons are great we’ll press on ahead old foes in our wake our …
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 meteor shower Revolving is cleansing. The daily, the hundred year– the knowledge of it. You and me laid bare while …
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how it coulda gone lugnut lost. no dime a dozen. but rubberneck detecting the chug of combustion. o jees. like …
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an italian thing i wonder if any one poem has ever matched the effect of a shrug or a rye …
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a rising once again that wool itch in the skin. spinsters descend with jugs and linger. pilate herding his legacy …
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starlit still fabulous by the light of seventy votives arranged by heart. drapes part. on undressed weathered agarwood sits a …
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echos heard my name at the first taste of daylight. alone in a valley, between two mountain peaks. to my …
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neovirginity i’ve preserved my breath. no carbon dioxides leaking for the tube-heads. my blood is iron and i am a …
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the show we’d just peaked on med grade mescaline. it was epic, oakland coliseum and dylan played a half set …
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scourge of roses if i had a million dollars i’d generate a black love market where petals are dried, ground …
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faint   i want to nap in the pile. plush throwback hall runner persian dream sequences scatter with a slap …
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 the signal sometimes that beep is your competition horning for position, top heat. but sometimes the beep’s your reverse gear’s …
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  napalm poetry is.. slamming napalm turbo fused and traveling at blood neck speed through the carotid clear down my …
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age difference what is twenty years anyway? iv’e played the generation game too. given thirtyfive you’ll find a nationalized israel …
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my tv’s an lcd and for the deal i got on it used i am perfectly happy letting ghost imprints …
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you and me love, entwined by fate as it may be, may have roots, may’ve been just a baby when …
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poetry.. crawls out from our perfect storm evolving and cumulus, electrifying and noumenal, unsettling and tumorous, in expression, unfettered; words …
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Sins of the Monarch Once bunker’d down embattled chrysalises condense down. Baby rattles. Residual placenta-channel dreams prism light through unraveling …
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 six shooter i sling my metaphysical metal around like six shooters, like i’ll meet you at sundown. like no room …
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big picture i may fade, but we build. fiber upon fiber, wave over wave, muscles flexing, texturing, training for the …
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