Here's to the maimed antecedent, the werewolf-brother Marchingband and how you drove her into the arms of infatuating Love; you proffed for sacrifice what little comfort you might have had from the blighting imagery. We wait for the colours of occulted blood and rust to fade and the only blue and green come from sunset sunrise sunspot

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At the end of this I remember a dream--scrawled on an ancient device--a hope I battered and hammered into non-existence at the age of seventeen. It has waited so long, at this desk or another, in that closet, cubicle, four-walled staging area; hoping my name would be taken off the rooster, my curriculum suspended.

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To whom it May Concern:
can be a blunt instrument with that you may strike yourself without fear of reprisal from institutions or governmental organizations. I found out the other day that illness is in my mind, a thing with a name, not a syndrome or disease but a Russianstill my friend, although most would throw a jealous rage, I settled for an ( Read more... )

INDRA! Lord of the heavens, I left the pillowy dust and I brandish my burning blade, tempered with the blood of my innocence. She lies before me, a graceful blue intensely attracting, white over green and her form, her shape, the curve her dizzying greatness, twirling, toppling, dancing through the raging void, courting, flirting, loving .... It ( Read more... )

Here's to the splinter in your eye, the stake in your heart. You aren't smiling now, your lust ate you and I'm alone in this shell, watching your whispy throne, your armour and sword starting to rust.

I could lecture you, scream your name (who's calling my name in such an awful voice?), but we both know futility, metastasis and most of all lies.

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Draw within stubmlingblocks of concord, it's all in shambles so far from my towers of ivy, ivory hilted cretins on by brow and I did it in this time. Thyme and basil on my wounds a greek tragedy and I'm at it's center, the Drama Queen in regal dress, and I shattered, now I throb in a different pace, heavy and hard, quickened to feversish smiting ( Read more... )

If I had that

Pride I could stand but I distend and declaim the bitter declamation and you think I'm serious

If I had that I'd defame my disillusion, debunk my darling despote; her name is Dinah, the Judged, made a harlot--tener copete, big plumed hauteur--they keep their brothers but sell their sisters for trinkets; I could pretty-woman her from ( Read more... )

There are too many shades of green. You shouldn't wear them all. You might blend too much with the trees and then a monster might get you. Alone at night when the fires have died out, when all cats are grey, when green grows tall shadows, its arms would snake around your neck. With the quickening light the shades of gray are green again. ( Read more... )

Jinxed canapés

Laced with Unspeakable Colour from beyond

Comes in all sizes but always eaten in one bite

A Planck-length of Appetizers, molecular--moles are peculiar--

One iron, one cheese, all tasteless, net charge zero, salt of the Human

mouldy blood

Here's to the pathetic, the dammed pathos, that boiling anxiety filling your abdomen, shitting chunky confessions, leaving a vile aftertaste but at least no stink. The only odour is a sweet suckling honey, a swollen fruit, a rack-like vice clamping your limbs, pulling you into the waking hours. You probably made a fool out of yourself. The ( Read more... )