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flip-flopFurther sentiments: Godlessness. Muselessness. An accent cured & lifted from the BBC World Service. When, pressing your chin to the carpet in your twentieth push-up, a dust mote swims up & into your eye: that follow-up itch, that's love. Making yourself scarce for a year & then returning like a commodity shipment in too-short shorts & racy bra, sex-obsessed & feeling ruinous. Finally discovering, in a book you had bought for your mother, a niche of literature to mirror your tsinela'd heart; to tell the lost stories of your precarious, indelible nation of expatriates & scattered parts. The sound of rubber slippers, tick-tock against yourflip-flop
by ~otterhare
ice creamA Everything exists at the same time All potentials, all future-cones of light, all paths & pasts & sad songs played on one instrument only, shaled only by one voice. When I put my arms out like bridges to meet you, you are both there & not there, hologram supsended, fluttering in the dopamine light. Who knew that the neighbourhood dogs barked only at us as frequent apparitions? That the yellow house is only a yellow house a sixth of the time - otherwise just a forest, a fallow lot, a pulsing mortar darkness?ice cream
B Things that have broken my heart today: Stephen Hawking's photograph, a cert
by ~otterhare
sparrow porno maxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMy mother incinerates something in the microwave, fills the house with the smell of error. My friends mix drinks the colour of dusk on my bedroom floor and I wave my arms to beat the crows away from my pet rabbit, feel like a danger to aircraft up on this mountain in a silver bikini. The nights here are silent, mornings speckled with God's sweet afterthought of birdsong, & the sky is so pure and big, I dream always of being small.sparrow porno maxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I want to hide in the circle of your ribs forever, hum along with you whenever The Strokes come on the radio. I think of you when: I am not eating, just drinking beer. When I am watching pornos out of b
by ~otterhare
evictionsEverybody's taking off: first our two young antiheroes evicted in a fit of cocaine, megaphones, a van to California - then the rest of us, just for summer, sugar-skin. Just for flip-flop blisters between our first two toes, the placement of certain honeycomb walls disturbing the secret work of us. It's a true comic-book thrill, full colour layout. Leaving me unaccompanied & delirious in nothing but reflective shuttershades & a very warm bath...evictions
Things that are important: freedom, ambition, the conflagrancies of your penmanship. Things to do: learn to drive; get a room somewhere new & beautiful, the pretty boy who'll share it with
by ~otterhare
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Moscow sings Bon JoviDo not tell me Vegas isn't like it is in movies. Do not tell me Paris isn't like it is in films. Do not tell me New York isn't beautiful in fall, Do not tell me London's not my real home at all.Moscow sings Bon Jovi
Do not love me, and then leave me. Do not use me, and then grieve me. Do not break me, and abuse me. Do not hurt me, and do not tease me.
Do not tell me Moscow doesn't sing Bon Jovi Do not tell me Scotland isn't wild. Do not tell me Berlin wasn't broken by a wall, Do not tell me I'll never find my home at all.
Tell me not that the skies are made of diamonds, &
by ~Anarkhos
A Scientific Discovery.... A Scientific Discovery in Three or Four PartsA Scientific Discovery....
I.
We got to the center of the
sun somehow. There was a man there-- no one else saw him --he was sweating rather profusely, I suppose, because
he must have been HOT in that tiny room so full of such Large Lights.
He typed on a smallish typewriter with Thousands! Trillions! Infinite! WPS. With Pages Soaring
like bold, white eagles in that finite
square of space. How did he manage to type all that...
...fast?
Words on worlds: Earth
men
by ~ashellessmind
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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i write. this is what i want.
and sometimes i write lyrics for boy bands.
and my poems miss you! however they are all dead or dying horses & all i write is weird brutal journal entries now!
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