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[skankysquirrel]

Just letting you know I'm still alive:

I have taken a sip of her, her
coke white whisps of hair, or
hair in nature. I never could tell,
tell just what made her tick.
Evanescent specters with
harmony like vespers. Perhaps
it's all I should be concerned with.
Perhaps I should play the melody.
Possibly I'm the rhythm, but most likely
the only drum is in my ear. We move.
I have taken a shot of her, her
silky saliva upon my tongue.
Lovely until the very phrase spoken, and
passionate until conscious thought broken.
Oh, but my love,
she'll lend me another.

-

I'm there,
the turbine in turbulence,
chewing on clouds like
nebulous ambience.
Wasting here with
paddles for jet streams or
tossing away under
sheets of stratus seams.
As the most
exaulted whisp
under wings of cirrus;
I pray that you hear us.
As wait to indulge thy fan blades.

I take two old poems, post em up, and call it an entry. A job well done.