fuck me (part 27)
Flies tattooed on dead flowers.
I am curious. That is
To say an odd
Child with no legs
Clinging to a leash. "Crunch"
The diary says, a
Gravel on red earth. Hunch
My mind says, my
Back
And forth
Across
The prism
Of adversity.
(It's old
To be tired, it's
Young. Its
Tied to my
Wrist, angel's
Applause
Which is siren...
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Flies tattooed on dead flowers.
I am curious. That is
To say an odd
Child with no legs
Clinging to a leash. "Crunch"
The diary says, a
Gravel on red earth. Hunch
My mind says, my
Back
And forth
Across
The prism
Of adversity.
(It's old
To be tired, it's
Young. Its
Tied to my
Wrist, angel's
Applause
Which is siren...
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for Pierre Soulages
Myth.
Nice, smooth
Plate
For
Snails, and
A
Small
Fork. Flowers
And trees
Grow along
The road in
Springtime. What else
Scrapes the sky?
Myth.
Nice, smooth
Plate
For
Snails, and
A
Small
Fork. Flowers
And trees
Grow along
The road in
Springtime. What else
Scrapes the sky?
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mastercraftsman:
Alcohol is so easy to embrace. Why not a real life? Living beyond normal bullshit. We all go through it. Not them. Not you. Not me. Life....
eccentric:
i must confess...this is a second hand comment i used once already on hellsforheros...but i love these lines...so i shall share the words of others till my muse comes back from galavanting with his. :
"the woman, she moves like medacine
her fingers write "remedy" on her stomach
as it blooms in a backward arch.
her body is teaching me a lesson through broken english...
...she turns this bastard dialect
into a gorgeous machete
uses it in ways that was never intended to free us both...
...."What you got motherfucker?!"
and if i had to find profit on this second tongue
it's in the way she made that motherfucker sound like good-morning-sex...
...I want to fuck like you dance, and dance like you pray."
-Jason Bayani (Dance Music/Love in a Time or George Bush)
"the woman, she moves like medacine
her fingers write "remedy" on her stomach
as it blooms in a backward arch.
her body is teaching me a lesson through broken english...
...she turns this bastard dialect
into a gorgeous machete
uses it in ways that was never intended to free us both...
...."What you got motherfucker?!"
and if i had to find profit on this second tongue
it's in the way she made that motherfucker sound like good-morning-sex...
...I want to fuck like you dance, and dance like you pray."
-Jason Bayani (Dance Music/Love in a Time or George Bush)
you fucked barry manilow
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"Her teeth were rotten. There
Was something left
In the frontseat, glowing..."
Do you want to see it? Hold it
In me, opposable lantern
Dark twist, dancing belly
Entrancing jelly, bread.
(Her teeth were silver, and
Her neck would bend
At the base of her
Skull, common. But
The body burned
It did, the ashes
Into paste, I made clay
I did, but to breathe...
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Was something left
In the frontseat, glowing..."
Do you want to see it? Hold it
In me, opposable lantern
Dark twist, dancing belly
Entrancing jelly, bread.
(Her teeth were silver, and
Her neck would bend
At the base of her
Skull, common. But
The body burned
It did, the ashes
Into paste, I made clay
I did, but to breathe...
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testykitten:
sometimes very interesting. sometimes shockingly dull. i have a great job, though. i always look forward to it even through the trying times (like now).
occassionally i dream about my teeth. i had one recently that my molar grew to be so large that i couldnt close my mouth. it could be seen forcing my jaw open- like a big cartoon tooth.
occassionally i dream about my teeth. i had one recently that my molar grew to be so large that i couldnt close my mouth. it could be seen forcing my jaw open- like a big cartoon tooth.
fred:
good for you and the ex. If I ever got back it would have to be quite a while. I'm consigned in thinking it's entirely over actually.
I only got about 4 hours sleep last night... from being wound up after a bad phone call of said ex.
And what got me started on the staying up kick was the weed. I'll be smoking and watching TV on the weekend nights until about 5am.
I only got about 4 hours sleep last night... from being wound up after a bad phone call of said ex.
And what got me started on the staying up kick was the weed. I'll be smoking and watching TV on the weekend nights until about 5am.
milkbath
White on white, breathe.
Nostrils where the nipples
Should be, feed.
The puzzle is something
Subtle: two islands
Inbetween soft iron, a
Piano dipped in butter, a
Boulder in the mouth
Of Joseph, a knitted
Twine, now, a blanket
Proximity, the true depth
A melted pearl, ankle high.
(Hateful lord, the hunter
Of children, the porcelain
Of birth remains. Drink
Coffee, count stars, tune...
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White on white, breathe.
Nostrils where the nipples
Should be, feed.
The puzzle is something
Subtle: two islands
Inbetween soft iron, a
Piano dipped in butter, a
Boulder in the mouth
Of Joseph, a knitted
Twine, now, a blanket
Proximity, the true depth
A melted pearl, ankle high.
(Hateful lord, the hunter
Of children, the porcelain
Of birth remains. Drink
Coffee, count stars, tune...
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y:
I take it all back 
judas:
nah. just the title of the white stripes song in my head.
daymare
In the metal belly of science
A glad-handed childishness will not do.
Deprived, yet cautious of it's nature
Deprivation would engender curiosity
If not so common, would be
A spur mounted to a tree
Where one would bring the horses
To make them rub there their sides...
from "undersamesky"
In the metal belly of science
A glad-handed childishness will not do.
Deprived, yet cautious of it's nature
Deprivation would engender curiosity
If not so common, would be
A spur mounted to a tree
Where one would bring the horses
To make them rub there their sides...
from "undersamesky"
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huck:
the new Bouville is kickass. not only is the fresh content more numerous and dynamic, but the design itself has been overhauled, and it's so damn slick. in fact, it looks almost...professional. 
thanks for spreading the word. is your friend a writer/artist?
Wols? wo ist Wols? the picture (tentatively titled 'Naked Body & Flaming Head') is by my latest recruit, a young man by the name of Harry Sanderson. he does etchings and digital art, and is also in Holiday Stabbings. a larger version of this piece and another original of his will be featured in the Winter Post. it's great to have him on board; now we are four!
i'm so gonna buy your collection. how is the courting of publishers going? much promising interest i hope. is it a "chapbook" (hate that word) affair or a full-blown book?
yes, here in the Midlands it is cold, wet n windy. tonight it will be -3, or so i hear. the trees are growing skeletal. i'd like to see a pic of your town if poss...?
so are you completely tee-total these days? i'm at that place where i can't shun the love of drink, but i anticipate the romance to backfire any day now, which should give me pause for thought...
Happy Thanksgiving to you, sir.
thanks for spreading the word. is your friend a writer/artist?
Wols? wo ist Wols? the picture (tentatively titled 'Naked Body & Flaming Head') is by my latest recruit, a young man by the name of Harry Sanderson. he does etchings and digital art, and is also in Holiday Stabbings. a larger version of this piece and another original of his will be featured in the Winter Post. it's great to have him on board; now we are four!
i'm so gonna buy your collection. how is the courting of publishers going? much promising interest i hope. is it a "chapbook" (hate that word) affair or a full-blown book?
yes, here in the Midlands it is cold, wet n windy. tonight it will be -3, or so i hear. the trees are growing skeletal. i'd like to see a pic of your town if poss...?
so are you completely tee-total these days? i'm at that place where i can't shun the love of drink, but i anticipate the romance to backfire any day now, which should give me pause for thought...
Happy Thanksgiving to you, sir.
eccentric:
i'm doing well. trying to keep time for creativity...it's hard balence. that last piece was not one of my best...trying to hard 
thanks for reading though! love your friends pic of Chick-Turkey above!
thanks for reading though! love your friends pic of Chick-Turkey above!the temple (vintage instrumental)
The satyr
Crouched near
Mirror, licking
Dew from
The mouth below
The triangle.
Your future is the nerves, glowing.
Palms up, over, across, crossed
(Nails or flowers. Tooth of hours.
Greasepaint on a statue. Sincerely
I commit to call you
God. I started to scream, but
My throat filled with bells, opportunity
To expel and collect the notes,
Dissonance bestowed, something...
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The satyr
Crouched near
Mirror, licking
Dew from
The mouth below
The triangle.
Your future is the nerves, glowing.
Palms up, over, across, crossed
(Nails or flowers. Tooth of hours.
Greasepaint on a statue. Sincerely
I commit to call you
God. I started to scream, but
My throat filled with bells, opportunity
To expel and collect the notes,
Dissonance bestowed, something...
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vuokko:
Ah, gladly. I found it to be an interesting excercise, just observing what popped to mind to write down.
I need to get that address to you soon.
If you want something custom, let me know. I'd be glad to have my work become a part of your work, so long as I get credit!
Yes, I understand now. It's that whole, "Huh? NOW? Why?" thing.
Ooh, poor kitten! Get her to the vet soon, OK?
I need to get that address to you soon.
If you want something custom, let me know. I'd be glad to have my work become a part of your work, so long as I get credit!
Yes, I understand now. It's that whole, "Huh? NOW? Why?" thing.
Ooh, poor kitten! Get her to the vet soon, OK?
judas:
i am fairly sure that the ladders represent people, the shorter one the lad i am dating, the taller one some others who have in my romantic sphere in the last few months. so, for certain, in that analysis, the shorter one is sturdier, and preferred.
it's the storm that scares me.
i am happy that someone else, other than my best friend and i gets the hanson love.
it's the storm that scares me.
i am happy that someone else, other than my best friend and i gets the hanson love.
Does it all need permission?
The shedding of margins
The startled flowers
The transient expression
Of jubilation, the scar
Of comprehension.
The wind stammers
If sheltered, the
Party-colored bones
Ache in the grayness
Of "What you've done"
"What you've done"
What you've done
Is wave like a spinning
Fan, menstruate
Like a stone, feed
Like the pressing
Of one lip to
A satellite and
The...
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The shedding of margins
The startled flowers
The transient expression
Of jubilation, the scar
Of comprehension.
The wind stammers
If sheltered, the
Party-colored bones
Ache in the grayness
Of "What you've done"
"What you've done"
What you've done
Is wave like a spinning
Fan, menstruate
Like a stone, feed
Like the pressing
Of one lip to
A satellite and
The...
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y:
Better and better.
Has a negative air to it, though. How are things with her?
I.
Has a negative air to it, though. How are things with her?
I.
xip:
are you published or submitting? you have a gift.
xip
xip
old hat
Sits on my
Blonde
Rug. What
Year were
Your eyebrows
Born? Raise them
To know
Suprise. Saturation.
Too much, then
Craving when
Taken
Away.
Kabuki escargot.
Grease paint
On a squeaky face,
Slower pace, becoming
Silent...
(Up the jealous
Hill. We're short
But we have legs. Cold
Heads, old
Heart, polish
Each grain
Of sand
To high sheen, riddles
In generosity
Of busy...
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Sits on my
Blonde
Rug. What
Year were
Your eyebrows
Born? Raise them
To know
Suprise. Saturation.
Too much, then
Craving when
Taken
Away.
Kabuki escargot.
Grease paint
On a squeaky face,
Slower pace, becoming
Silent...
(Up the jealous
Hill. We're short
But we have legs. Cold
Heads, old
Heart, polish
Each grain
Of sand
To high sheen, riddles
In generosity
Of busy...
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y:
Well I hope the next few days turn out for the best, one way or another - good luck 
Pygmy wookies? Which ones are they?
I.
Pygmy wookies? Which ones are they?
I.
Hi.
Not in a terribly clear world of mind to comment on so many wonderful journal entries of friends and bookmarks. Nothing bad or wrong, just swiss-cheese-brain and elastic attention span.
So I'll catch-up and keep up soon. Love to you all.
Even the folks on my friends list I barely hear from, or I've never even heard one single word from. Maybe even especially...
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Not in a terribly clear world of mind to comment on so many wonderful journal entries of friends and bookmarks. Nothing bad or wrong, just swiss-cheese-brain and elastic attention span.
So I'll catch-up and keep up soon. Love to you all.
Even the folks on my friends list I barely hear from, or I've never even heard one single word from. Maybe even especially...
Read More
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hellomrworld:
i def. feel confused sometimes ... just let it happen sometimes
vuokko:
I know what you mean, I think. Does it all tie in to being overwhelmed? Because that's the one I know.
Take care,
~V
Take care,
~V
you get an A
FYI i took that quote from a paragraph in Bukowski On Bukowski in which dhe enounces the bard quite reasonably, but i thought "Shakespeare is shit" has a nice ring to it
i saw this guy on the bus on the way to work and his face was quite horribly damaged; i suspect he was indeed in a fire. what got me though was that he seemed confident. he had a nice chat with the driver, then got off n went on his way.
it's always a bit of a wake-up call when you see a deformity and recoil internally but then realise the person is just getting on with it. it's very humbling, hence i wrote the piece as a child might, instead of pontificating for 40 lines. no thoughts on a title yet, though. any ideas?