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The man touched his forehead and came away with bloody fingertips. “Rough night?” A napkin swirled down across the bar and a mug filled with frothy beer clamped it down. “I’m sorry?” “Your head?” The man nodded and lifted the mug to his lips. An hour passed and the man lost count. A mug was filled and he emptied it and a mug was filled again. He watched the hands on the Eight Ball clock above the bar, the slow, steady revolutions and thick, bruising clicks. “Did you want to use the restroom?”...

SOMEONE SHOULD BE SMILING BIRTHDAY, DEATH DAY There is an undeniable morbidity that comes with obituaries. They sit in silence four or five pages back like the cold steel of an autopsy ward. Perhaps it’s the death they encapsulate or perhaps it’s the names and faces people try to avoid either because they can’t muster up the proper amount of sorrow for someone they never knew or because they simply fear one of them may turn out to be a little more familiar than they can handle. And if you kno...

Oh knife, oh knife, my wonderful knife, teeth so small and sharp to cut the meat oh so neat and silence its incessant carp. Oh blood, oh blood, my beautiful blood, spill so smooth from life to bring this mess of dirty flesh to a home of endless strife. Oh care, oh care, my fleeting care, return and stop this bud from sprouting sins and salacious grins in the wake of a Holy Water flood. Oh life, oh life, my wonderful life, short and sweet it isn't fair but my mind decided to be left behind so ...

When calm of sleep ended, Storm clouds filled my mind, Exhausted and winded, Dust of disconcertion Left me blind. A presence that wasn’t there, Spilled from every aperture in my head, As the clock ticked time to prepare, For the arousal of the dead. And when I cried for comfort, No one would ever listen, Taking my brain to become inert, Where doctors Proceeded with incision. A presence that wasn’t there, Pulse beating from behind my eyes, Stalked my life from nowhere, And cried for my other s...