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Ring Of Fire

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Hello readers, it's been awhile. I find myself saying that each time I sit down to write a new entry, and my lack of dedication to this site is beginning to baffle me. I used to come here with wild ambition, with words begging to be released, with the sleeves of my shirt rolled up, elbows shining with exposure. But now it feels like a chore and I don't know why. My poetical crescendo has reverted back to a plateau, so I can't use that excuse anymore. Sure, I'm still writing poems, but not nearly at the fireball pace as a few weeks ago. An excuse I can use, however, is the fact that I have taken up learning to play guitar. It's something I've always had in the back of my mind, bet the thought never really entered my heart until a few weeks ago after a conversation with my best friend in Texas. She is a remarkable writer and musician whom I often look to for inspiration, and I give full credit to her for plucking the idea from my mind and allowing it to

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it is a chore now, where did my spirit go? relatives call me out to the harvest covered in the dust of day. factory smoke chokes the life from the sky like a monthly meeting. death staggers in and sits next to me, closely watching. I pretend not to notice the TV tuned to FOX. I did not choose it, it chose me. the struggle of a poet trying to find his words inside the belly of a fish swollen by a tiny hook- oh these great misfortunes and terrible pains that disease us daily. through the punishment of space we find ourselves cramped and illogical, immediate beings always wanting more more more, but lacking a place to put it all. where did my spirit go? it is a chore now, reaching out to your wild mind. I feel ill and useless, trapped in a tin like sideways fish, an orgy of assassins resting before another fucking kill. taste me, lover, take my words and shape them into genital dreams. I'm still in love with a face in pain and a head bursting against a doo