run on

Aug 24, 2007 12:58

The sentence that runs, as if from death, exhausted and sweat-beaded, torn by blackberry thorns, bloody dust on its knees, each misspelling a shudder of breath, each comma a banana peel in a cartoon scene, how it gets up and continues through the canned laughter, ringing with all it has collected and let go of, as the old man pulling the great fish ( Read more... )

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dictatorcari August 24 2007, 20:20:34 UTC
that's lovely!

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saysdances August 24 2007, 20:29:28 UTC
the rain that falls into the ocean at night

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onfrowning August 24 2007, 22:13:36 UTC
panting.

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paperhouse August 25 2007, 20:39:44 UTC
enjoying your entries much these days

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onfrowning August 25 2007, 22:11:50 UTC
so glad!

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circadian August 25 2007, 01:07:19 UTC
ah! yes! i love it!

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paperhouse August 25 2007, 20:40:11 UTC
thanks miss..i'll get back to you on your poems soon.

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spicktastic August 25 2007, 07:53:59 UTC
Niiice, especially from "a black spot" onward.

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paperhouse August 25 2007, 20:41:32 UTC
hey, you've been giving good sentence lately. keep it up.

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spicktastic August 26 2007, 19:53:31 UTC
Gracias señor raoul.

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