tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52839034247649976932024-03-19T15:25:17.960-07:00font 3 poems<b>the idea is small. make it be a poem. </b> <br><br><br><br><br> <br>
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send me your small poems. <br><br> i'll publish them.<br><br> lynzepoet@gmail.com <br><br>or post one yourself,<br><br> in the comments.hiccuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04265452976935652915noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283903424764997693.post-32660724620864627212020-08-26T21:27:00.002-07:002020-08-26T21:27:34.137-07:00every line i love is stolenour grief owns us <div>macrame cages</div><div>constructed in flesh</div><div>where our grief does</div><div>whatever it wants, like a boss.</div><div><br /></div><div>lynze</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">font 3 poems</div>hiccuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04265452976935652915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283903424764997693.post-75538801376688989532017-01-12T19:21:00.000-08:002017-01-14T19:03:08.165-08:00so how do i post unsecure content? it just reads all gibbris on the secure linkthis blog was dead before birth,
but it tried. still love the header pic
the ghost girls in the hallway
and the idea of small changes
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<img src="https://www.artsy.net/artwork/beate-kuhn-monster"/> how sad, no mo unsecure hotlinks. how do i link now? to even secure content? sigh. nice try.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-6klYSpNo9zzp6jwGFgc8p7jdij1-0oiddmlv8V8ZvICz2UYWxGLvkCsg18ZBIMQ8jiVGQGMMwKFlVA2mMdjfqPlredhG3vvDmcbs-fmGktGwAZywWggfp6bn8eqG_sZR5va4QQ1WrTj/s1600/neccsary+art.jpeg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-6klYSpNo9zzp6jwGFgc8p7jdij1-0oiddmlv8V8ZvICz2UYWxGLvkCsg18ZBIMQ8jiVGQGMMwKFlVA2mMdjfqPlredhG3vvDmcbs-fmGktGwAZywWggfp6bn8eqG_sZR5va4QQ1WrTj/s320/neccsary+art.jpeg.png" width="320" height="180" /></a>let me try some test text right here after the carat slash a slash carrot </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZb6wi4VffK6-bhStyDpyAevNZI3-UxK0qxeLN5cSjVKzx5dIwyKwOr6q5eGJhyphenhyphenwI-qOG5X-z2TdHhCyuHWB0vD8M9n6JSkjh3bmHMxm5zH5bNsbsxo75YWw1fegm5Wbrww9N6OSDkZ3ya/s1600/FlampreshPaint-18-2016.12.06-06.57.46.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZb6wi4VffK6-bhStyDpyAevNZI3-UxK0qxeLN5cSjVKzx5dIwyKwOr6q5eGJhyphenhyphenwI-qOG5X-z2TdHhCyuHWB0vD8M9n6JSkjh3bmHMxm5zH5bNsbsxo75YWw1fegm5Wbrww9N6OSDkZ3ya/s320/FlampreshPaint-18-2016.12.06-06.57.46.png" width="320" height="180" /></a>yes!success. i hyst have to learn a brand new kind of html taglines and i'm in business again. but no one like hotlinks anymore. everyone's secure. though my old links still work-at least on my computer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJXbtsp9RMp7211-DERfrDafBb7vUXXfvgahBlp3gHFTzNohMEA92tR6TQ0VbuuwJw38Q_XPp9gVthgjqNw4He-Y-NfCLvb_j3aT3Gtk0SNHqDKedYh4ERTqEWmpCIwqBmUeT_-D4vYBL/s1600/clashFreshPaint-14-2016.12.05-10.04.07.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJXbtsp9RMp7211-DERfrDafBb7vUXXfvgahBlp3gHFTzNohMEA92tR6TQ0VbuuwJw38Q_XPp9gVthgjqNw4He-Y-NfCLvb_j3aT3Gtk0SNHqDKedYh4ERTqEWmpCIwqBmUeT_-D4vYBL/s320/clashFreshPaint-14-2016.12.05-10.04.07.png" width="320" height="180" /></a>so i keep wanting to link to this artist-not the one who did this artwork, it's just stand-n finger paints i did- because someone actually found this place and likes curation enough to ask for a link.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJV6R2aYEzsA0x4d2OrYnSLKCVeBNh98AcNEJyUYTWfNMh5sYMEsd9EQhOJz8mszuCGQnpAmfxBypUp80cMlg8U7lTmiSdwcpAb5CnswKgeespEeWjl3K8dilDKUyYgMjWglfj71prPxD/s1600/jasvegasFreshPaint-16-2016.12.05-10.20.13.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJV6R2aYEzsA0x4d2OrYnSLKCVeBNh98AcNEJyUYTWfNMh5sYMEsd9EQhOJz8mszuCGQnpAmfxBypUp80cMlg8U7lTmiSdwcpAb5CnswKgeespEeWjl3K8dilDKUyYgMjWglfj71prPxD/s320/jasvegasFreshPaint-16-2016.12.05-10.20.13.png" width="320" height="180" /></a></div>so without further ado here is a good link for <a href="https://www.artsy.net/artist/sally-mann">sally man</a>
and i'll even try a pic of hers<a href="https://www.artsy.net/artwork/sally-mann-kingfishers-wing-1">https://www.artsy.net/artwork/sally-mann-kingfishers-wing-1</a>
see this is what i mean. no more hotlinks to pictures or something.
bleh. at least i made a link to the page<div class="blogger-post-footer">font 3 poems</div>hiccuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04265452976935652915noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283903424764997693.post-26590793075896209182012-04-01T09:06:00.006-07:002012-04-01T09:21:41.973-07:00choose your next addiction wisely( <b>Spring issue, slightly delayed <i></i></b> )<br />
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scratching myself--<br />
I wish you were<br />
the mosquito<br />
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arms akimbo--<br />
you have not enough<br />
hands to shoot<br />
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sting on my right foot--<br />
did you cut me?<br />
are you the wound?<br />
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surviving,<br />
you lift your own hurt<br />
to soothe theirs<br />
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waiting,<br />
I am where<br />
I never was<br />
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to let you turn<br />
the other cheek,<br />
he slaps you<br />
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holding what cannot<br />
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a torch<br />
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sitting--<br />
he and you<br />
alike<br />
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carrying an ant,<br />
you tiptoe<br />
slowly<br />
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laughing loudly--<br />
for me,<br />
for you<br />
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in love,<br />
you look down<br />
not because of him<br />
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whose face<br />
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writing, thinking<br />
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which part of him<br />
am I<br />
the rest?<br />
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sorry to disregard<br />
you--my hand<br />
still on yours<br />
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who do you want--<br />
someone like me<br />
or me?<br />
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this is the question<br />
you ask<br />
to be alone<br />
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you talk--<br />
he talks<br />
to listen<br />
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o where</b><br />
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o where are all the ones<br />
that used to<br />
get me up at night<br />
and make me scribble notes<br />
on scraps of things<br />
in the bathroom<br />
lest morning come and we part<br />
unnamed unremembered<br />
except for<br />
one strange color or another<br />
or the look in some emily's eyes<br />
but every brief evening now<br />
the things that pass me by seldom pause<br />
even to say hello<br />
and whoever it is<br />
comes knocking tonight<br />
will only be there<br />
to remind me<br />
i really really do need<br />
to go pee<br />
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2 by <a href="http://www.venusjones.com/">Venus Jones</a><br />
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COMPUTER LOVE</b><br />
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Listen I love you and I really don't want to overlook<br />
But I have so much to read and watch on facebook<br />
Loving thee is great, but this photo must be scanned<br />
Let me finish this last level in this game, c'mon man<br />
We can create a playstation but there's a message on my Wii<br />
Plus there's a comedy series on youtube first I wanna see<br />
How do I love thee, you say you need me to count the ways?<br />
Hmmm I do stare at a computer more than you most days.<br />
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THE RETURN OF SPRING</b><br />
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she removed dead leaves from branches<br />
he watered dry roots with love and care<br />
they nurtured what was once beautiful<br />
after a tiny green leaf emerged giving hope<br />
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how to make love last</b><br />
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when the bloom begins<br />
to fade, we rent<br />
a convertable, put the top<br />
down, and at the highest<br />
point of land leading<br />
out to the sky<br />
hold hands , punch the gas<br />
and learn to fly.<br />
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Blogger <a href="http://hippiecraque.blogspot.com/">Hector the Crow</a> said...<br />
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synthetic peace<br />
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life's a bitch, but she's got a soft spot<br />
a light touch on the death-bed, let's say<br />
through this tube, it reads as peace to me.<br />
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cloying<br />
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How a bright day can cast<br />
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Not a bird aloft or singing<br />
or gathering that shining fish<br />
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I would have existed yesterday<br />
if only to to spiral into/out of obscurity and/or<br />
mangle the notes of ubiquitous songs I have<br />
only occasionally<br />
failed to hate.<br />
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- - Stop -<br />
- - Wait -<br />
- - Think, just... Not about that, you see<br />
we've already exceeded the<br />
limits of uncertainty, exposed all<br />
major deities as mad-gods<br />
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driven the entire universe<br />
completely<br />
sane.<br />
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- - Sometimes -<br />
Note: I broke my coffee pot.<br />
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Something about thermal dynamics.<br />
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***<br />
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"Besides," drag on a cigarette, exhale smoke of<br />
arbitrary color, "You can never really<br />
torture yourself<br />
too much."<br />
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She stopped caring a while ago, blithely<br />
destroys the world with eyes like<br />
gutted cliches.<br />
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He knows this but likes to pretend otherwise<br />
esp. when he's<br />
constructing trivial<br />
realities,<br />
mythological cocoons of a<br />
somewhat more or less<br />
quasi-deterministic nature.<br />
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"So, I mean, I'm only guessing here but<br />
I don't get the impression that this makes<br />
any sort of sense at all to you."<br />
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He pauses, scratches his nose.<br />
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Inhale.<br />
Exhale.<br />
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She laughs, "You must've missed it. I<br />
vanished last week. Did you know?"<br />
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"I know... Does this I've gone insane?"<br />
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"Not at all. It's just sort of counter-intuitive.<br />
Unless you take into account survival instinct."<br />
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"..." Cough. "Wait... What?"<br />
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***<br />
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On one hand it's perfectly<br />
reasonable to quantify copious<br />
drug use, except of course in terms of<br />
any sort of cost-benefit analysis.<br />
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On the other hand, an in the<br />
strictest sense, the drug addled mind has<br />
no real connection to the tangible to<br />
begin with.<br />
In other words, similar to states of<br />
quantum superposition, the drug addled mind is only<br />
presumed to exist on the basis that at the moment<br />
no other plausible alternative presents itself.<br />
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***<br />
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- - Anyway -<br />
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Whether you like it or not, I will,<br />
with alarming frequency, perhaps,<br />
over abstract.<br />
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You'll work it out though.<br />
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I have faith in you.<br />
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***<br />
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"But I wasn't finished..."<br />
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She's colored her hair all<br />
(unregulated) microwave frequencies,<br />
accecpting interference from only<br />
select sources.<br />
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He's creeping up from behind himself,<br />
almost ready to...<br />
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"Stop that," She steals a ray of light,<br />
rolls her own laser beam, hits him square in the<br />
left eye.<br />
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"Hey, what'd you do that for?"<br />
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"Nevermind. It's not important."<br />
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"Are you sure?"<br />
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"Just thank me."<br />
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"Thanks."<br />
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"Now...<br />
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untold it<br />
was delicious,<br />
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but all that's<br />
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eraser wishes.<br />
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already all dissolved,<br />
the sugar<br />
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sometimes<br />
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i wonder<br />
who is who<br />
in these<br />
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that<br />
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<b><i>Blogger Brad said..</i>.</b><br />
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3:15<br />
white<br />
buttons floored<br />
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<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/446384" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/446384">Leo's Song</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/impactist">impactist</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><br />
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'Brunch'</b><br />
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she<br />
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sliced<br />
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one<br />
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tomato<br />
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while<br />
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the boy on the radio<br />
sang about love<br />
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<b>In Fairy Tales</b><br />
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we walk through our snowy world..<br />
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don't blink<br />
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why?<br />
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there are colder places in your eyes &<br />
I want to catch them for the map<br />
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<b>post-it notes</b><br />
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i am lost -<br />
have you loved me<br />
lately<br />
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~~~~<br />
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too late -<br />
i'm going back<br />
to hating<br />
your<br />
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if only i<br />
believed<br />
you -<br />
i would surely love<br />
you<br />
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don't mind me -<br />
i'm just your backseat<br />
lover<br />
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without my pussy<br />
cat<br />
i'm just a dog without<br />
a bone<br />
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when i’m gone<br />
you’ll wish<br />
i’d never told the<br />
truth<br />
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i said never -<br />
and i’ll never say that<br />
again<br />
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i watch always now<br />
the place<br />
you left me behind<br />
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you asked<br />
for the truth -<br />
i should have known<br />
better<br />
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you said you’d be<br />
back<br />
but never said when -<br />
i wait, still<br />
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<b>the philosopher's stone</b><br />
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ramalinga turned into light<br />
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a recipe:<br />
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1) dissolution<br />
2) a raven's head<br />
3) albedo<br />
4) a peacock's tail<br />
5) distillation<br />
6) a fixation<br />
7) polish the stone with sun<br />
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sitting on the chaise<br />
taking in light, she walks by<br />
<i>she's new</i><br />
golden haired in the parking<br />
lot an hour later<br />
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imagine pulling out<br />
of the universe, then<br />
diving back in.<br />
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Affairs of the Heart</b><br />
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It is poetry<br />
when the wind murmurs<br />
Slav melodies in your ear<br />
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It is poetry<br />
when your finger forms her name<br />
on top of the water<br />
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It is poetry<br />
when the thorn turns<br />
to the pink of a rose<br />
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Poetry is<br />
giving a name<br />
to a river that separates us<br />
and doesn’t exist<br />
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It is poetry<br />
when the barb of the arrow<br />
brushes to the side<br />
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the air molecules<br />
at the surface of your forehead<br />
and for a split<br />
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visual moment you read<br />
on the tip of the arrow<br />
I love you<br />
as it pierces<br />
your third eye<br />
and heart<br />
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sometime during the night<br />
rain begins to gather<br />
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in misty sheets<br />
wrap trees in gossamer halos<br />
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drift in starlit mantles<br />
to cover the grass<br />
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cast a grey veil over strangers<br />
wandering home from unknown nightlives<br />
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Mercury slides down the barometer<br />
like a stripper down her pole<br />
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you cuddle behind me<br />
like a blanket of sunbeams<br />
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and we watch the sun<br />
burn night from the sky<br />
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<b>Missing Piece</b><br />
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I saw in you a place cut<br />
to the shape of me<br />
and thought I spied<br />
finally<br />
a place where I might fit<br />
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summer ends<br />
where fading light<br />
delineates<br />
a paper cut in the sky<br />
that almost fit<br />
the shape of I<br />
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Cancer woman & G mini man<br />
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I'll call you from work<br />
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hit me when I come<br />
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you were upset<br />
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we sit in a coffin<br />
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I told you that your hair looks good,<br />
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far from town<br />
under him<br />
small as dust<br />
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or -<br />
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the slinky anagram<br />
the forgotten password<br />
a soft bullet<br />
don't sleep yet<br />
your crescent tracks<br />
crack<br />
his head<br />
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I go to bed<br />
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wearing nothing<br />
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but<br />
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your cold weather<br />
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I see<br />
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into the window of my pillow -<br />
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you are sketching<br />
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my heart<br />
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in small circles<br />
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: broken car<br />
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mum<br />
holds, his<br />
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In your hands I am made<br />
and unmade. A tiny doll<br />
spun in the circle of your eye.<br />
Tucked in your dimple<br />
the sparkle from my smile.<br />
You feel like home to me.<br />
Like the shore upon which<br />
the sea arrives<br />
at journey's end.<br />
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i know i sing<br />
at the edge<br />
of silence<br />
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when the breath after<br />
we breathe says<br />
content. read me<br />
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the lines beyond<br />
my eyes in<br />
the dark, the stars<br />
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caught in my eyelashes.<br />
the way my hair<br />
feels softer, softly damp<br />
against my pillow.<br />
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i have been<br />
struck, i am<br />
a ripple, a movement.<br />
a wave,<br />
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i never rest; i<br />
am only a heartbeat,<br />
ceaseless.<br />
lapping at your<br />
shores.<br />
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you move me<br />
in toe-curl,<br />
it feels like yes.<br />
voice in my ear<br />
building<br />
perfect distress.<br />
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i am a teacup,<br />
rim touching lips,<br />
in your hands<br />
cradled; careful-<br />
draining sips.<br />
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sculpted by<br />
fingertips:<br />
your monument, i'm<br />
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broken<br />
by your blows.<br />
we rebuild me<br />
each time<br />
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to you-know-who-you-are -<br />
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one of the cruelest people I have ever met in my entire life.<br />
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and now<br />
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I will<br />
eat<br />
a soft piece of<br />
delicious<br />
nutritious<br />
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wonder<br />
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bread<br />
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the bottomless sadness<br />
of being an object;<br />
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I cannot escape the shape<br />
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that he is a dead-beat dad<br />
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and has no hair<br />
under that hat/cap<br />
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that he has a disease<br />
called<br />
pedophile do cryptic<br />
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that he wouldn't know a spider from a cat.<br />
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that you can cook every thing around him<br />
better than that<br />
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that he is the only one who ever checks in<br />
twice a week<br />
to make sure you aren't dead.<br />
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that his mother wasn't asleep under the kitchen table,<br />
she was just passed out like that.<br />
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that he is a coward, a thief and<br />
if you had brothers in the area<br />
they'd kick his ass.<br />
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<b> Ode to Nina's Skin</b><br />
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There was her arm, my first rose<br />
holding her while she withdrew<br />
into fever and trembling, my prayers<br />
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three buckets of water to clean<br />
her kitchen floor while she slept<br />
how she said she'd bone me<br />
and with what we never kissed<br />
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how i swallowed it all<br />
without choking<br />
forever changing my ability<br />
to walk with God<br />
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<a href="http://thissocalledflower.blogspot.com/?zx=1942f9a48bdd53c7" target="blank"><i>--this so called flower</i> </a><br />
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if love is<br />
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all<br />
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<b><br />
he got poetry<b></b></b><br />
while watching the movie<br />
in her shoes<br />
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my fucking<br />
big<br />
fat<br />
heart<br />
broke in two<br />
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when he looked at me and said<br />
you know that poem<br />
don't you<br />
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~anon<br />
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<b>As the winter</b><br />
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becomes colder, I begin to laugh<br />
that this subtropical paradise is<br />
freezing us all...scarves, coats, hats<br />
the fragile oranges, strawberry plants<br />
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I remember in the oldest houses,<br />
how the heat didn't work, the fifties<br />
in Central Fl, lakes nearby frosted,<br />
and pipes frozen and plants withered<br />
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Now, in this small idealic place near the river,<br />
One unit heats all and my cat sleeps warm.<br />
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I bring in hibiscus, and herbs, and they crowd<br />
the kitchen with green towering selves<br />
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I sip hot wine and listen to orchestras of past<br />
I remember how small a thing, a pair of gloves<br />
can be when standing in the cold no matter where<br />
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And how kind of stupid this poem is, but really don't care. <br />
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<a href="http://trashpoetryretry.yuku.com/topic/4643" target="blank">~entering the desert</a><br />
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i have a house </b><br />
full of male. helicopters<br />
in miniature, sleep<br />
in the closet. the brown<br />
grass of winter. suzy,<br />
it still stings me<br />
with wonder our shared<br />
childhood spaces<br />
lakes of central<br />
florida. orange scented<br />
hands gathering dusk- magic .<br />
corncakes for dinner . fire's glow,<br />
insecticide fog, our loom.<br />
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~trashpo<br />
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<b>Dyed hair </b><br />
blonde I'm still<br />
green<br />
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<a href="http://www.venusjones.com/frameset.htm" target="blank">~venus jones</a><br />
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on my sheet<br />
a new blood stain<br />
heart-shaped<br />
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snow<br />
in blacktop cracks<br />
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<a href="http://4mycandyman.blogspot.com/" target="blank">~tasha klein</a><br />
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but the church bells have gone underground</b><br />
and so have the moles,<br />
religerosity rolls<br />
down the holes<br />
in drolls<br />
to the tolls<br />
the tolls<br />
the tolls,<br />
bankrolls.<br />
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<b>Hi you ,</b> <br />
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on the way<br />
I thought of one<br />
does this<br />
count?<br />
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I left <br />
chocolate(: <br />
in the car<br />
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i don't want to<br />
wake your eyes<br />
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i don't want to feel them<br />
travel<br />
around my corners<br />
to touch the hole<br />
in my chest<br />
its dark graffiti<br />
and red sugar<br />
even redder<br />
next to your pale skin<br />
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forced freedom<br />
the grindance</b><br />
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met at the tip<br />
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of a fjord<br />
calving to cleavage<br />
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in cinnamon bars of heat.<br />
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i miss your blues<br />
like sky, a frozen<br />
reflection<br />
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in contrails<br />
crisscrossed, plaided, plaited<br />
braids begging for pull<br />
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so you pull,<br />
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separate,<br />
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flee<br />
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Anonymous said...<br />
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left hand<br />
thumbnail inked black<br />
index & up yrs & ring<br />
inked w/ peace, pinky is an eye<br />
watching<br />
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the sabal palm with a pharmacopia of almosts.<br />
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i didn't want it<br />
but it seems<br />
to mean a lot to you.<br />
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magnetism and resonance<br />
in the gym cracked dawn.<br />
we had a seventh hole pool<br />
break planned but the owners<br />
were home and you<br />
couldn't slice the ball<br />
if you'd been in a deli.<br />
or dili or new delhi.<br />
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there's ghosts of a past<br />
you'd rather be<br />
in hanging around. i's dotted,<br />
t's crossed & just in time<br />
for jesus to mount his throne.<br />
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six word poem<br />
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why do they call<br />
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the most insane of solids<br />
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kinetically frozen<br />
liquid, glass<br />
lacks long-range<br />
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crystal<br />
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line<br />
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The words yield<br />
two hands<br />
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thirty pink orchids<br />
only sleeveless shirts<br />
one heart<br />
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sowing suffering<br />
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acceptance<br />
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orange has a shelf life<br />
the tide is no ceiling fan<br />
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you're just another<br />
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son of a bitch<br />
trying to claim ownership<br />
trying to tell me what I should do<br />
think<br />
how I should live my life<br />
thinking I give a shit<br />
thinking your opinion<br />
matters to anyone<br />
take a look around buddy<br />
everyone's just drinking their coffee<br />
same as any other day<br />
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I've never really minded that<br />
feeling like cascading into<br />
uncertain futures or all the<br />
hours spent sleeping within<br />
sunbursts of diverging<br />
clarity. Oh, yes<br />
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I am <br />
quite<br />
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<i><span style="background-color: magenta; color: #e69138;"><span style="background-color: white;">what is the <br />
'fell of dark'?<br />
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scanning the edge<br />
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cut the ciggy butt, the lonely blank skin, where underneath a city with blue millions run? or maybe a worm, who will grow a new heart, dark as soil, rich as dirt. or the extra s in cheeks smiling wearing dimples thin? i would like to if possible change, 'dirt' to 'blood'<br />
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Anonymous said... <br />
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<b>sunset </b><br />
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hang me <br />
she said, so i <br />
did. upside down, pulling<br />
her hair out of her face so she<br />
could see.<br />
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i had <br />
a scrunchie, tied<br />
red tresses in a bun<br />
redder yet from her heart runs<br />
her blood.<br />
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alone<br />
she hangs alone<br />
i left her there, her hair <br />
entwined with other carmines like<br />
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<b>love is not </b><br />
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a blue cell<br />
all greasy with who should be calling who<br />
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love is not <br />
how much can you send/spend<br />
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love is<br />
getting pissed off because you no longer have his version of<br />
I Wanna Be Your Dog<br />
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i don't understand<br />
why you want to take magic<br />
out of my world.<br />
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you have your own box<br />
stuff it full of doubt.<br />
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or discovery. it's <br />
about point of view--spell<br />
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<b>What the dream holds </b><br />
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a sieve holding water, with damp<br />
traces of a kind of passage<br />
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so I wake, without clues<br />
just a taste of something having<br />
been there, dry and bitter on the tongue<br />
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Life, no rain barrow,<br />
usually, holds only a glimpse<br />
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2<br />
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two red birds darting<br />
above the cat watch<br />
your glass of wine<br />
held by the stem<br />
in the late afternoon light<br />
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soon the dark and whispering<br />
memories, crunch of leaves<br />
closing the door on the day<br />
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Sometimes constellation dust <br />
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the sweetness of light <br />
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And as parts of me are undone <br />
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found again by the eyes of a beam of sun <br />
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Time's hand lifts what is no mere dust, <br />
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and in its wake I will no longer touch ground <br />
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asleep <br />
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it's distasteful to be good<br />
i feel better when i'm bad<br />
but i'm not good at being bad<br />
not good enough at being bad<br />
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good is the lesser of two evils<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: magenta;">somewhere, spirit</div><div style="background-color: magenta;">is alive, despite</div><div style="background-color: magenta;">the quick metabolism</div><div style="background-color: magenta;">the slash and burn mentality</div>that chavez would assume<br />
i'd assume<br />
to maximize<br />
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when there's a goal<br />
there's a compromise <br />
there's a lot of compromise <br />
A lot of comprimise. Comprende?<br />
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lotta comprimse, to achieve<br />
weird lettering, that<br />
i wanna let the lettering<br />
AND the letting<br />
kinda bloodlet<br />
and nevermind the kerning<br />
weird winter, sure we got snow<br />
rock warmth, vancouver east<br />
and you got, i dunno<br />
i won't care <br />
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<b>soul rope</b><br />
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drink this<br />
she said so i<br />
did. next thing i knew i<br />
woke up next to myself, climbing<br />
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From Warm Thing to Napkin<br />
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my beautiful light -<br />
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love me,<br />
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lost and strange.<br />
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<b>Gone</b><br />
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What is there to write of you<br />
now that you're gone?<br />
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That you come to me in dreams<br />
and we sit, face to face,<br />
legs folded together,<br />
cuddled round each other,<br />
and talk like happy children -<br />
words tripping impetuous -<br />
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till I waken to that old<br />
twelve hour, sixty minute clock<br />
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The Blonde in Me</b><br />
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lip freak,<br />
shirtless and hands on knees.<br />
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if I roll up my eyes<br />
and purse my brunette charms<br />
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will you scoop a kiss or two<br />
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Eden's Poems</b><br />
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each verse so precise<br />
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like apparently random<br />
windings of vine<br />
and flower<br />
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shaped to form<br />
a small<br />
hand-carved<br />
elephant<br />
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a miracle of creation<br />
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{C)Rae Pater<br />
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hermit faces south</b><br />
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i do<br />
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camaraderie, these<br />
people and i do not think i<br />
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I had a small poem -<br />
words soft, like candles<br />
after mass<br />
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the on-<br />
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strange time<br />
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so many birds<br />
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<i>I move far when she stands<br />
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back of your neck<br />
upswept fingers<br />
sunshaft late<br />
afternoon, summer<br />
brushing the hair<br />
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sheer blossom-quiver<br />
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Is it only in dreams that we are lovers?<br />
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Emptiness thrusts itself into me<br />
bright as lightning in<br />
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I never thought my love<br />
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bean soup<br />
heated from a can<br />
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or that this is the third time I wiped out your hard drive<br />
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forgiving its self<br />
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watch steam whisps<br />
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seems black & red and white & grey and green<br />
the broiler - my new home - the va<br />
a section eight - voucher and holly jolly<br />
work for a living I don't - please chance<br />
give to another sleepless night<br />
I rise, I rise<br />
but not to the sun<br />
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pale trespass<br />
she spins and the earth turns in her direction<br />
she doesn't know it<br />
God drips down<br />
but only in things like manholes and mascara<br />
she swears He's there in her eye shadows<br />
pink explosion<br />
while part of her wishes He was gone<br />
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she's watching the roar of revelation<br />
in some sphere beyond sweat and sea,<br />
she talks and everyone listens but her<br />
I move far when she stands<br />
afraid my awkward walk will drift into her sudden splashes of grace<br />
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pumpkin pie<br />
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quantum mechanical<br />
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i'd've rather just been told not lied to bad. urgent bent over back to get brian to work in ur brown sweat pants and not even a dirty thong did u put on and left early when the time changed judging deliberately by the kitchen clock to steal some precious moments rockin in the car before they was pickin him up to take him off to work.<br />
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justice<br />
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patters about thugs, packs<br />
retrubution on unblanced<br />
scales, smiles<br />
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galileo's finger<br />
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search for the sun.<br />
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i guide you down a side street<br />
up a culvert, over gentle mounds<br />
my lips come:<br />
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the songs of sirens<br />
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where you lose your flesh like all mortals.<br />
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fortuna favet fortibus.<br />
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your bones carry<br />
the secrets of stars.<br />
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brush them<br />
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lagging<br />
again she's last<br />
loosing herself in light<br />
her pinafore soft, bright. dream time<br />
dawdling.<br />
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pass the muenster, saltines,<br />
del monte sweet chips &<br />
the black crack!<br />
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inside the hollow earth:<br />
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the purple spores (the sit-in group)<br />
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what a coincidence<br />
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it's the same number as art bell's experiment<br />
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the one that failed to heal mckenna's brain cancer<br />
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I love new-fashioned whores:<br />
Men swollen with sperm,<br />
who span excited skin,<br />
hover above victim,<br />
stage hood winks,<br />
ruler-sized beds,<br />
vacuum pumps,<br />
Viagra kings.<br />
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two pastel colored flying horses having sex while smoking pot in front of a rainbow like something out of an "adults only" version of Candyland.<br />
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Drifting<br />
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In a deep trance, <br />
the cognizant iguana emerges<br />
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wilhelmina -<br />
of fucked up people<br />
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where are the mottled sketches<br />
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of your skinny<br />
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the wire necklace<br />
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slung around your ass<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02263425989021159835">tasha klein</a><br />
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On windy nights snowball bush blossoms,<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05811191701062824474">sarah wilson</a><br />
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