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half a dreamt raindrop
the rain stops.
liquid fumes of asphalt lick the ghostly footsteps of passing figures, left-overs from your city. the floating west wind has ceased breathing over you and blows
How are you? I thought of you, glancing vaguely in your direction, and the air over your city is still, empty of water. Indeed, the wind smells faintly of your washed hair, ( Read more... ) -
Perr-od-y
J-est: to her Unalloyed Distress
(a trivial parody for serious people)
Had we but world enough, and time,
Your coyness, Mrs. Perry, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To talk, and pass our literature essay;
Thou by the Silver Plath’s side,
Shouldst moon-skulled babies find, I bleary-eyed,
my Slumber would contain.
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Light would have been delighted.
She fingers a cigarette and blows.
Smoke spirals past the slender stick, swirling into dark sky like evaporating moon. It is tough to spit syllables around this slippery pulp, but the soft draggy fuuu-ck snakes easily past her tongue, slicking black powder into white ash. Coughs are choked off in the slender windpipe, and her tight chest shudders, ( Read more... ) -
Soliloquies of Wonderland expelling Alice and other Stories
"There was an art to flying ( Read more... ) -
Fond School
An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by Yeats ( Read more... ) -
just because, Princess.
jasmine adorns his rose-flushed
blackness. with fingers idly tearing lilies
to scraps. submerging in scented plant sap
milked from lamps of golden dirt
arabic spices are sanded to dust float on tears
marry the poor turned rich boy who loves her
marry the rich turned old man who loves her
kill him herself by domestic strangulation
her window remains. open ( Read more... ) -
Sorry Sorry
indecipherable your silent tongue ( Read more... ) -
At the Edge of Equivocations
post-its hold sticky promises
half-held dates inside
warm wool
melted secrets pressed between
breath
dusky crinkled covers
strange whispered taste of tears
Alice's twisted land is
a playground for lost boys
sand-scoured in faerie rust.
and she twirls fluttering capes of blue
misted in white horses run amok
waiting for midnight (divine intervention)
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311 Quotes.
|The 311'09 Chronicles ( Read more... ) -
Of Mice and Men by Join Stayback
Of Mice and Men by Join Stayback
Three thousand eyes quivering
Three thousand hearts pulsing
Three thousand silent glimmering
of three thousand pair pattering feet
Three hundred glassy eyes
Three hundred lightning leashed
Three hundred plastic parents
for three hundred inside to lease
Three score clips and felted pen
Three score of transparent sight
Three ( Read more... )