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Fates of Fathers For Sons – Chuck Harp

It’s always been cold in your father’s shadow.
Friends and followers, damned with the doomed
trapped in a zone of fallen dreams,
of pulsating desires, never to be achieved.
Demons, past and present
lurk in Desire’s looming darkness
sleeping on cinders of spoon-fed failures
like sitting inside nightmares.
The walls close in tightly
like lying in a drawer of the morgue.

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The Bottom a Long Way Down – James D. Casey IV

The Devil came to me
in a dream,
and sold his fucking
soul to me.

He is my marionette now.
I pull
the strings tied to
his bones.

I’ve tasted fire,
and I’m ready
to rule now, not
waiting for the

afterlife
to take my place upon
the throne.
Time to pack it in,

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Here – Kai Edward Warmoth

I.
It was likely 2009, the first encounter,
(although this is only a faint attempt
to grab at black pools of memory
and tether them to temporality). To admit:
it was wholly unremarkable.
A rurally-situated living room;
a facade for bonfires, circled by youth.
And you held a guitar and sang,
the fingertips of a false English accent,
swirling like wax from the melted crayons
of your influences.

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i’m so depresesd – Johnny Scarlotti

my girlfriend is taking a nap 

i look up porn 

n jherk off 

i cum on myself 

then forget about it

and browse the internet 

i check to see if she’s awake

nope

i buy a bunch of stuff with her credit card 

i notice the cum has dried on my chest

and stomach

it’s crusty 

i pick it out of the hairs 

and put it on my desk i crush it up into a powder 

it looks like cheap cocaine haha

i notice she’s in bed watching me do this

oh shit

she says wut the fuck r u doing 

i tell her 

i got us some cocaine baby

she grabs a hundred dollar bill from her purse 

rolls it up 

and snorts a line 

and gives me the bill 

and i snort a line

omg,

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