Tag: Prose poems
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Fox
My fox was sipping on her usual cappuccino with one squirt of banana syrup. With her little mitten-like hand she swept her red hair back and it fell down the length of her torso. She saw me looking at her and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I said. She yipped something in a language […]
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French Fry
It was a sunny afternoon. It was the kind you dream about. Which was why when I saw a man urinating on a car in the parking lot after work, I paid no mind to it and continued on my routine walk home. Nothing was going to get in the way of my good time […]
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Lord Coconut
I’ve imagined you reading a book, your hand sleepy on your knee, and have gone into the depths of my mind to feel like I was that hand, but last time I did your hand changed into a spider and started playing hard to get. I tried turning on the charm, but every time I […]
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The Lost Head
I hadn’t slept much the night before, and my brain was having difficulty waking up. I took a shower and went downstairs, but halfway down I lost where the stairs were, and I somersaulted down them, crashing into the back of the front door. I stood up, grabbing the back of my head and checking […]
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Seagull
The sailboats were flying. A little too fast. The wind had just picked up out of the west, and some seemed to be really struggling to keep up with it. Vessels were toppling over. The area was starting to look like a mine site. I’d just gotten my pilot’s license and Randy and I were […]
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Dog Walkers
Michelle Delaney had been walking around downtown in her pajamas all day. Joe Benton said she came right up to him, put her big breasts in his face, and asked how he was doing. Marsha McFadden said she saw her moving from friend to friend down the street, throwing her rear end onto them. Ricky […]
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Coworkers
I tried to get through but my coworkers blocked me. I tried to go around and some of them shifted to the other side of the table and placed a couple of chairs in my way. “Let me just slide over the table,” I said. I sat on the table, but Wilma started spraying Windex […]
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Pants
Pants were walking down the street all by themselves, and some were throwing themselves onto the windshields of cars, and causing accidents. Patrick had gone down into his basement and retrieved his welder’s torch. “I’m not going out without a fight,” he said. “You’re an idiot,” I said. “You have no idea what you are […]
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Twinkies
The shopping cart was wheeling down the road. Kids had been playing pranks lately. Recently they’d caused a couple of car accidents and a message to parents had gone out over the local news to make sure their children were inside by a certain time every night. Department stores were locking their carts up outside […]
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Chicken
I was walking by the Paquette’s front lawn, when a chicken spontaneously combusted. The sound it made was horrible. I looked at the other chickens and waited. After about a minute I knocked on their door. Mr. Paquette, answered, eyeing me with suspicion. “I was walking by George, and one of your chickens exploded,” I […]
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