Month: August 2016

Locked Out In Sydney

Locked out in Sydney, A poem I’m locked out, in Sydney. Sitting on the street. Waiting for someone with a key. It feels like a metaphor, Except I’m really actually locked out, In sydney. Like really, without a key. Keep your silly metaphors to yourself. When you’re locked out, You’re not calling for Yeats to […]

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The Holographic Deer

In my dream last night, I was given the job of searching for a missing man, who had disappeared. Slowly the people who were aiding me in the search began to change into strange stepford wives-ey folk, blank and creepy, and I ended up fleeing through a forest with them pursuing me. When I arrived […]

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