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Truck It List - Vinnie Hoose & the Tumorhaulers Lyrics: Vinnie Hoose Music/Voice: Suno AI #cancermuggles #fcancer

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Oh Buse, grant me the incentive and invective to complete this splattering of a story of Warren Ham, and to do it under a deadline, lest I die with an awkward rhyme, don't let my meter peter out, let my throat avoid the blisters it’s been known to cake up with whenever this request comes from fireside kids, peer pressure, loopy loss-of-air-pressure thoughts, that’s 35,000 feet to the stat counters, and from them, down there at sea level plugging away. Today I set at the task of squirting it out with a peacock quill and Milwaukee swill, Warren Ham and his truck, couple buddies in the back, let me channel an ounce of the Ham man’s power, let my tongue run hot like a wished-for shower, prevent my lower back from cramping and clamping me up, keep my cup well-adjusted so a fastball can’t bust it, and let me hit a few curves by the end of the words, a bunch of adventures but really just one is what Warren the ham man’s serving for lunch.

Album: Artificial Invocation

Lyrics: Vinnie Hoose

Music/Voice: Suno

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Halloween Nails

These long and yellowed Halloween nails on monster feet, they scrape my trail like breadcrumbs in the scary wood in loops throughout my neighborhood. I try to keep the gunk at bay, scrub Head and Shoulders twice a day beneath these cracking overhangs, these fangs of feet, these keratin bangs— but what'll I do if my nails go clear and ghostly bedmates reappear?

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some/one/none

how many days will you have to keep going waking brushing rushing (optional) out to work back to home day after day until you're grown?

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Anywhere

Is in walking distance if you have enough time, if you can walk or roll or slide in a line not always straight, if you can hurdle a gate or pick a lock, skirt the view of a cop, tunnel under or bust on through— start walking, we're waiting for you.

- Check out Sleeps Underground: Rhymes on Kindle for only $0.99: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Verses of Fungi

Warty, spotty, lumpy and stringy in a billion-year kingdom stretching underground, shooting spores to the sky, landing in petri dishes, eyes. Killing bacteria, making cheese, intoxicating varietal squeeze. Scum in our shower, gunk under toes— just a few places poetry goes.

- Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Couchours

So many hours home on the couch! I'm guilty as my spouse: We click the clicker and Netflix flickers, the serial killer's plot gets sicker with every passing season. We seize all reasons to leisure, to freeze our commitments on Saturday night and tan or shiver in cinema's light.

- Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Under The Hood

The motor’s constant rattle brings me to my job, follows me to lunch, sends me home with nightly sobs. I can't pinpoint the rattle and soon I'm going to snap, but not before the crucial bolt that sends me to my nap.

- Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Psalms of Haldiram's

Pledge allegiance to Haldiram's, skydrop spicy Haldi-bombs till bellies round the world stuff full of Haldiram's comestibles, and every tongue, both east and west, is breezed by Haldi-breath (the best!) and Haldi-folks of every land hold cakey, sticky Haldi-hands.

- (Hungry? Go here.) - Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Cabin Fever

The joy of amounting to nothing: ecstatic there's no lens, no crowd, no tweets or retweets, no followers or friends. Sit in your cabin and whittle, whittle and burn what you chip, empty the ashes at sunrise, carve again under your whip. - Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Sleep Mode

One day I'll crack the code of what puts my laptop to sleep. I'll tap into its rhythm, I won't be stalled by a blackout as I turn to the keys, I'll be able to continue where I left my ideas. My battery will be effectively rationed— now stop my body from crashing.

- Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Never Hide

At this point eyeball the little things and try to square them up as best you can— but still guess by hand.

- Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Sail From Home

We can explore on a sofa, we can sit on the sea, a window gives a tease of wind, a teabag buzzes caffeine. All we need's the woo of woods, a star to start the day, a bathroom towel on the hook, a nightly tidal wave of books. - Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Next Best

Brooklyn's over, Portland's done, tell you where to find the fun: Utica, Erie, Tallahassee, buy yourself a palace (classy), hit up Boise, Appalachia, catch a rattler dashing at you— or return to where you grew, where your mother's missing you.   - Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Characters

Are you Rodrigo, Merlin, Kazaam, Samantha, Elvira, or Gordon Japan? Huck or Matilda or Brutus or Fogg, Aaron or Cal or a wandering frog? Dig deeper daily through library shelves, doubting you'll ever find all of yourselves.

- Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Rule One

A rhyme doesn't have to be wild, outlandish, or hew to a regular stride. It would rather not. It's the urge to step off the bus and walk the rest of the way, the day that gets colder at sunrise, the half-bag of candy you didn't mean to eat but ate. Which is to say a rhyme— no matter the time, location, inflation it provokes—is fine.

- Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI

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Be careful with your letters—

Each can be folded in a dictionary, twined in an attic, scanned in an alien archive, compressed into Duraflame wood. What's the difference between each fate? All just crumbs on the black hole's plate. - Sleeps Underground chapbook on Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I9CSZFI