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Children wrought carols of holiday sick children simmered in the winter winds.Children
lawns become alabaster junk yards, The evergreen carousel floodlights tired snow, galvanised by late comers
ascending the lawns. kids like vultures; bare heads protruding from a bulbous coat. pickings of city snow, smashing
by ~Ichors
BonfireAs if Monet himself had dreamt it,Bonfire
bracken-fed and steeped in breath, it writhed in the mud like a two-bob harlot round the back of the old town hall.
Sweat snatched the sky
from its peaceful evening
and offered it a dripping afternoon
to wallow in, self-pitying - it was all the same to us, as long as we could watch a crayon face scream in the
furnace of a November field.
by ~Thornless
Shower?I steal from an African's tongue far too often for your taste,Shower?
juicing myself in the palm
of a mirrored bowl.
You may count every tear
you milk from the shower head, time your morning ritual to the second,
but I'd rather lollop, wrinkle, watch my skin gorge on yesterday's piss and tomorrow-rain.
by ~Thornless
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I suppose this is me slowly dying,
smearing myself against you, against the words I write,
leaving little bits like bright red Christmas presents,
moist and smelling like old iron artillery.
OK.
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"I personally think we
developed language because of our deep inner need to complain."
- "Trudy", The Search For Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe (Jane Wagner)
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"I personally think we
developed language because of our deep inner need to complain."
- "Trudy", The Search For Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe (Jane Wagner)
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
I'm plased you liked it.
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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"I personally think we
developed language because of our deep inner need to complain."
- "Trudy", The Search For Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe (Jane Wagner)
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
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