Wednesday Oct 05, 2005

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Women and water. Woman.

Picture lashing the cycle.
Time spent thinking. Journey

Through varieties of courtesy: Wait.
Wish. Wonder. Worry. The sole

Of foot is never firm on wave. Wet

Ankle. Knee. Waist. Breast. Face.

(Who the fuck was Ophelia? Never

Mind, say nothing. I'm done

With knowledge, now I dream.)

What have you done?
(I saw it.)

What have you done?
(It was here. I tried

To bandage the rose

I tried a flashbulb

Repose, I died

The way

A raindrop
Does, I

Evaporated. Awkward

To say it

So I'll spell it:


It's done...)


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meta:
the walleye poem goes not well.

the "oh" was because I was listening to "Dominus Regnavit" (actually, I still am, it's on repeat) and that combined with this entry reduced me to the linguistic level of an ape.

"oh."
meta:
grenadine is thoroughly devoid of alcohol. it's what they put in a cherry coke if you get one at a restaurant that is not completely suck.

all sweet and thick and cherry-ish, fuck, I need to go home.

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