Leaf Throne

Leaf Throne

Look: I get to be in the Leaf Throne because you are a Runt.

That’s the primary rule of being in the Leaf Throne:

Not being a Runt.

Also: Being stunning.


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The Colors and the Dying

The Colors and the Dying

when we are alone like this
with the colors and
the dying, and

the road, carpeted
not long enough
by fall. we

smell the most life.
see the most critter.
feel the most real.

the move and the shiver
everywhere around us,
and haunting.


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Pretty Messes

Pretty Messes

every day, I am closer to the
losing of language. my faculty
for finding the scent:
failing. I no longer can
make sense of the
pretty messes.

there is just a parade
of color and listless
weed. as I look back
and look back. for what
I used to see. for
what I used
to be.

I will die having found
and lost
these beautiful things.


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Make Happy

Make Happy

this weekend, just sit and

watch things with your BFF.

find a pillow, maybe, and just

bask in the sit-back. rest in the

unbend. make happy with your eyes.


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Driveway Escape

Driveway Escape

the town was pissed at the Bald Man for

leaving, which makes a lot of goddamned sense

to us. they dug a trench and put down these

rocks. so for to trap him. so for to make

him always stay. and we were mostly on-board

with that sort of reasoning. but then

he came back: he came back, and we realized we had

no way to ride and

mark distant spots, yonder. or get to the

Jameson store. possibly for days. so

while nobody was looking, he

staged a driveway escape, off-roading

through the neighbor’s yard.

like a goddamned genius, innit.


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