plain_ol_jane

If you can name this poet, I'll give you a picture of me naked. Or not, depending.

"with his eyes closed,
the pain is cobalt"

"as his movements shrink
the world grows too great"

"he had slit his own throat with the threads
of a cello bow"

"it does not matter how a montain
found it's way into the waves"

"here a man twisted and squirmed
in the arms of dark-eyed song.
Here a man courting wonder found
himself consumed by flames"

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I'm recovering right now. Bad shit has gone town in the Trailer Park, so I need some time. Those of you who have emailled me, rodbrit39, for one, I will respond, but it may take me a few days. I'm sorry!