argene

Cinquain
Bark smooth
Skin pricked bloody
Velvet, slashing branches
Talons from iron-smelling ground

In free verse form
Skeleton Tree
Sing For Me
Razor Sharp Branches From Iron-Smelling Earth
Moist Organic Weapons
Do Not Kill
Only Burn

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Sluggish air slipping slowly through un-greened limbs dead in summer water
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Stars wet and glazed
With fog and rain.
I'm thinking naughty thoughts.



I love coconut frosted marshmallows, but I think I'm having an allergic reaction to them. Everything's itching, and my glucose hasn't dipped below 160 today, preferring to stay in the 200-300s. At least they were good, now I am paying for my ridiculously inexpensive vice.

Saw Star Wars III. At least it was a lot better than the last one, thank God. Although the dialogue between Padme and Anakin made me cringed visibly, lazy parents wouldn't take their screaming kids out of the theatre since they didn't want to miss the movie, and even Samuel L. Jackon seeme a little flat, at least it was better than the last one.



Yoda owns your ass. (And, strangely enough, he had the best lines in the movie. That isn't saying much for the Ewan McGregor and Co.).