Lorraine The Wrighter

Strange Thoughts

  • HanCorp’s First Annual Total Annihilation Company Potluck

    Blot 1-2ab Concept inspired by Adam Meyer ☠︎︎ “Hey did you see that patch job Meredith did on Bill last week?” Stanley asked JoAnna over the glugging water cooler. Water sloshed onto his shoulder from the hole in his cheek. One half of JoAnna’s heads rolled her eyes. “Couldn’t miss it. Dude is slipping. I…

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  • Thumbprint on plastic

    Oil as slick well performed Perforate the pockets from it gave form Now returned in new shape Slick and wholly Earth never come again If ephemera from I should trace Upon the eternal of this carved form Lines of my life all-devouring I leave behind nothing for this ruined place

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  • Long time passing the way

    Trees sprouting plastic Boughs full before spring doesn’t come Clock in a church tower ringing that green Energetic greed Hey painted eyebrows And a hand reaching for what’s locked in my rear view The sun is a salmon as it sets and There is noise, so much noise Send me shivers, stranger Good kind far,…

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  • But Not A Dummy

    I say what you say I say what you say I do what you do I do what you do I think what I think I think what you think You are always, always wrong How about you?

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  • The Internet as Palimpsest

    Alphabet circus Who’s this jerk? Is she Really originality or Reality at stake O’clock o’ the morning Won’t you give me some warning Ahead of time It’s coming It’s coming The flood better climb

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  • Ease

    I won’t write something pointless No the fuck I won’t I’ll write something commorient about commitment And then I’ll die alone I won’t write something bloodless I promise myself I won’t I’ll write about a period, if I have to To get that point across I won’t write something sinister With its moral greys and…

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  • Butcher U

    Oh baby how can I ever get you back, Unmet prayer, insidious invocation Aside, there’s a charm to getcha back Spells, I’m speaking as a witch And you stopped listening. Good. You don’t need to see my crystal skull, my rotten bones, my grey hairs or My caving teeth, you spoiled boy you meet Carbohydrates…

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  • Home Before Dark

    You will be presented, as an even trade, Childhood, for a free fall to the open grave You will have the choice, when presented, To be afraid To be wary at your post To be a-quiverin’ in yer boots. Soldier. It’s time, you’re a hospice nurse, Angelica. You’re a shining star, that’s what you’re worth.

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  • Midnight:25

    “Goodbye, twenty-five!”    Said Monica Ryan, she aged 25.364 years. The infection started in her eyes.  May she rest; in piece. 

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  • If you’re reading this…

    And you would like to hear a story, ay? A turn-o-tale for the tactless fancies Of the fisherman’s glitter scales, be gay and do crimes – The types of stories that I’d bear If you with only half a heart to care And half a mind to listen, for the lost And weary travelers of…

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