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Their souls are rotten

A human army marches to the battle where the office is a glass climax. Handicapped pigeons police the city – white-bread-inbred, they peck at vomit and flap onto a railing as I approach. Their bellies are full but their souls … Continue reading

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I Stacked the Odds

I sit on a box of paper. The manager says, ‘It doesn’t matter who goes to the office party as long as someone stays to man the phones.’ Wind scrapes against the windows of the 15th. The phone doesn’t ring … Continue reading

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He’s Leaving Us

17:31 office burst. Suits and skirts through leaves and litter. Into the Vaults – beer pulled from pumps, fast as steam engines. A pint of Old Tom settles into my glass. Ale swallowed to wash down administrator’s pill. Handshakes flirt … Continue reading

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