Author Archives: brokeMC

About brokeMC

Artist: Graphic Design, Audio Production, Photo and Film Production and Editing, Painting, Writing, and all other manner of creative indulgence. and my moonwalk is ill.

This is not our Country

This is not our Country. Where injustice is tolerated in exchange for creature comforts doled out by a heartless regime, a faceless machine rolling in circles carving a hole, digging a grave burying deeper the shrapnel of our dreams, Our … Continue reading

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There is a Dark Hallway

There is a dark hallway It swallows every sound All the tiny words tossed Like keys into a blanket Like coins into mud Like wishes to the sky And in our dreams we stare Into its vaulted expanse Prying the locks … Continue reading

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Dream #4

Giant obsidian waves cleave against each other Shining like the coffins of magicians A mesmerizing undulation. White knuckles of foam smash and join the frothing sprawl. The waves crash in through the open windows of this apartment, Rushing over the … Continue reading

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Waste Management

I am the center of the drain, The bottom of the suck. The world passes through me and I collect the detritus: The unwanted Stems and rinds and egg shells, Clumps of hair and worry, paint chips, Broken glass and … Continue reading

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Looking Deeper

I think about your eyes And how they drink up the world; How all these Flashes of beauty, orchestral movements, these saturated montages are folded up and secreted away. And the world that you’ve accumulated inside you is a place … Continue reading

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A Troubled Refrain

These red rocks rise out of an ocean of powdered sugar, Immense swells of earth frozen into a frothy storm of rock and clay, ice and snow, past and present. These petrified fortresses guard the secrets of Time; God’s quietest … Continue reading

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Bucket List #1

I want to dance in theperfect lighted cornea ofan infant’s honest eye. I want to whisper in thedelicate hollows ofthe most somber flute. I want to tiptoe over theflowering tastebuds oftwo lovers’ wrestling tongues. I want to sit in theweathered … Continue reading

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Mo(u)rning cross Country.

Long shadows cast by defrosting Cows moored in a sea of green, Tail swishing cudd gnashing; Dreaming cow dreams, Silhouettes of churches and the errant wind turbines Waving their arms in chorus Cheering me on as I drive into the … Continue reading

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Brooklyn we goooo haard (we go hard)..

Brooklyn we goooo haard (we go hard)…

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Concatenation

You need to wash your hands. Cleanse your God-given tools So tuned and responsive, capable Of good, of evil, of resentment, Also of forgiveness. The evidence is there for Everyone to see. your knuckles Bruised and swollen. sticky Blood spatter … Continue reading

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