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Author Archives: zcooper2

302poetry – Global Posts 2017-03-02 12:31:20

Everything is fucked up as usual. Talk, talk. Dour faces radiate gloom, They can see their reflection in the red solo cup. Wearing loneliness like a bandana, They perfect naked dances under strobe light. Shattered expectations mingle with poor grades, Minds over schooled and under used. A generation of cheap liquor and missed due dates. […] Continue reading »

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302poetry – Global Posts 2017-02-13 12:27:59

Version 1: The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass, lifting their necks to pull leaves down. We slow the truck, pull over to the side of the road to watch them. How graceful they look, how unlike themselves. We get out and lean on the fence. The cows don’t seem to notice […] Continue reading »

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Simile experiment

eyes meet like a reflection in a mirror, lips curve like a horseshoe. His pace quickens as If the breeze was carrying him, Her direction changes like a leaf in the wind. his face stalls like a rusty engine, head hung like a captured pirate. he notes this in his mind like a checklist and carries on.   […] Continue reading »

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Simile experiment

eyes meet like a reflection in a mirror, lips curve like a horseshoe. His pace quickens as If the breeze was carrying him, Her direction changes like a leaf in the wind. his face stalls like a rusty engine, head hung like a captured pirate. he notes this in his mind like a checklist and carries on.   […] Continue reading »

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The next thing always belongs

“Forgive Me Father for I have sinned” squeaking pews penetrate my consolation, as cracked hands fumble the Lords prayer. Our eyes remain locked to validate trust, his legs intertwine like a crooked cross. hands rise to bless me, revealing bone, who knew we all had something to conceal? scary how our adherence to offend puts us […] Continue reading »

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The next thing always belongs

“Forgive Me Father for I have sinned” squeaking pews penetrate my consolation, as cracked hands fumble the Lords prayer. Our eyes remain locked to validate trust, his legs intertwine like a crooked cross. hands rise to bless me, revealing bone, who knew we all had something to conceal? scary how our adherence to offend puts us […] Continue reading »

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302poetry – Global Posts 2017-01-23 18:35:12

Taste: Bitter, cinnamon, salty, Unami, acrid, creamy, crisp, earthy, fresh, malty, hot, mushy, tangy, lemony, harsh touch: metallic, rusty, edgy, rubber, mushy, slick, ragged, thorny, waterlogged, wrinkled, moist, indented, hairy, grimy, fragile smell: musty, nauseating, floral, faint, wispy, sweaty, putrid, skunky, minty, rotten, loamy, pine, mildewed, rancid, sweet Hearing: crackling, purrs, clatters, drips, screeches, complaining, […] Continue reading »

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