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A series of poems involving myself and King Arthur in a quest I have never defined.

Mr. Velvetears

Mr. Velvetears sounds so soft you hardly ever hear the shuffle of his feet at the top of the stairs. Always afraid of heights, he refuses to come down until the shaking subsides and his feet stop stomping. I wait … Continue reading

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The Sword withdrawn from the Stone.

It was December the 28th when Arthur returned to Earth in a less than prophetic fashion. He landed on a park bench in Cambridge, Massachusetts atop clattering armor and cracked his crown. “Goddamnit,” he screamed to the heavens before he … Continue reading

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Beautiful Patio of the Universe

Arthur sat smoking cigarettes, exhaling blue ink clouds on a three dimensional globe made of gold.   The breeze flew in like Jesus. The bricks swept clean by the messiah as he saved the lost leaves scattered across the terrace. … Continue reading

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Marijuana pt. 1 & 2

Pt 1. Arthur was very poor. He did not hold any key to financial success, just a combination lock with twenty numbers. This habitat suited Arthur’s hallucinogenic ambitions. He required marijuana like an angel, wings; a volcano, magma. To raise … Continue reading

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Hide and Seek

Arthur and I played a game of hide and seek. I found him three years, two months, and one day later, bundled under the covers of my bed counting aloud “1, 7, 9, 5, 2, 6, 8, 4, 3-” he … Continue reading

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Race

In the subway tunnels and platforms, one hundred feet beneath the earth, Arthur raced a three hundred-year-old man to the final bench untouched by creature. If it wasn’t for the blood-spurting shirt the ancient was wearing, Arthur would have won. … Continue reading

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The Largest Margarita Ever Made

A storm of tremendous proportions on par with a sprinkler seeking vengeance caught My Love and I on a stroll. The two of us laughed at the drenching and smoked damp cigarettes, throwing away dripping filters. The storm escalated its … Continue reading

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