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Office Somnambulism
hollow, hollow, knocked up but still shallow, a grevious matter of gender and negotiation
Mr Berenz talks of Turkey where they don't know
Mrs Rosenthal speaks of Dolce Gabbana shoes tinkered by little hands in Thailand, with the blessings of the Family Court
a good vacation and booty to boot:
Boots
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a light in the narrows
by morning all had faded to a saturated white and the staunch bitterness lay in the realisation of the unattainable, rather than in the lack of context
perhaps it is for the better, postponing my inevitable destruction past another shallow promise
to run aground again, a helpless giant; graceful at sea but pitiful on land
yarrr
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Waiting Rationale
Filling on the beetle's spindly legs, at last there is light in the empty spaces
a simple joy, with the usual reason; but weather won't sully my joy in the steel gray; the pulse of lights, one foot back, slip forward, twist, untwist, skip, step back, twist untwist, a charleston on the sidewalk
unreal, fractious, just fake ...
joy sees no reason
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my friend, the parlourman
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we uplift the old harrowed nuns and give them new drugs for an old generation
sixteenhundred eighty four type anarchist jesuits on crack and ecstasy
they fry like slugs on salt, but i saw them in robes, holly rollers on the dancefloor of God, screaming "HEAL!", glossolalia humbalia merum asteria ab neuclieta fra grad paconne ni ( Read more... ) -
Masked Crusader
Who are you, hand on the deigan, colours bleeding behind the silk screen
Are you my saviour, my corrupter?
Will it be seventeen weeks, five years or just the night?
You are tall, thy cape flutters in the dramatic breeze and your eyes glint discordantly with the golden teeth.
Are you sure you have eaten?
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envy be thy name
there is an eclipse in his eyes, like darkness radiating, and a flash of uncertainty, doubt, anger
unlike me he can feel hate, an agonizing sinking, ripping sensation, crawling in his skin, clawing at his neck
a tad jealous, maybe?
there is a zelophiliac smile on my face, unlike the rigor of joy, an I'm-so-happy-for-you-two grin; their slavering ( Read more... ) -
Relations
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Our teeth are coated in grime, the words come out their noses. I wonder if their blood is really the same colour as mine.
I think I've paled, blended, mixed and darkened, that I took a transfusion from you as you slept in my arms
My eyes wide with fear, a rictus smile; unbelieving, sunk my teeth--then clean and polished, took deep drags.
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A morpheme of trust
I fell in love on a weekday with tedious regularity. Umpteenth in a string of bothersome random acts.
I skipped all the way home, missing the obvious and was somehow taken by suprise when it was my cue.
Yet, the simplicity of it comes in little wraps, tricks of the mind. The smallest part shines within me with a burning furor as I stand by your ( Read more... ) -
Egregious
By that time I was flaxen, tiptoeing around the outskirts of the bay area, hiding from an outstanding warrant, a heinous act of compliance to jurisprudent standards. I was desperately trying to make my dues but it was a victimless crime of passion; no, rather the lack of passion.
I've never been serpentine but buxom, tripping like hapless youth ( Read more... ) -
desperate measures
I made a case for being friends in the warm afterglow, even when my blood turned to tar. There were just too many haphazard, improvised, impoverished states of hunger and wishing you would speak of me in carefully chosen words.
It's an awkward debacle bound to mar, I know it, I see it in the throes of cathartic misgivings, waiting for an embrace ( Read more... )