Monday Sep 25, 2006

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Straight praise
Is the climate
For perforating
Bells. I

Am sitting
On the wheel
Of ideal, ringing

Base until
Place
Is

The chiming
Of swelling
Chest, released. At

Best I've
Clogged my
Ears with
Summer, at least

I've brought the beast
A slumber, a number

Of clappers like
My soul has
Legs, a sleep

Until
The ringing
Begs

No
Answer and

The parallel
Belly
Is

A growling
In my

Ear...


(Marvelous
Joy is
A cherub
Rubbing
A doorknob.

Marvelous
Joy is
A note from
The nipple of
A
Tree. Me?

I'm a question
For the watermills'
Thighs. Eyes
Gone dry

In the muscled
Stream...)







VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
vellin:
hehehe nice to meet you too shocked tongue
they were both geniuses but she was also pretty fucken insanely depressed, so that would be a big reason why it didn't work out with them. I mean i'd cheat on her too, if she was accusing me of it for so long when i wasn't doing it, and always being angry, high strung, and depressed.
Please watch that movie, it was intense. Talking about it again makes me want to run to the video store and buy it!
I used to write alot (in the summer, when i was alone with my thoughts most of the time) but now my thoughts are racing with biology, psychology, and everything else i'm learning in school (unfortunately not poetry this year). I love it all, but it'd be an understatement to say it keeps me busy.
Plus I always get so angry when i write, only because "the word, defining; muzzles," it's a love-HATE relationship.
vellin:
i've gotten better at it over the years, as it's expected, but it's put on hold for now.
the movie is called "sylvia" wink
goin to sleep now. sweet dreams blush

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