banished
Someone finally untied the rain, and it came in glittering beads and daisy chains, dazzling amid the blinding blue of the all but clear sky. The wind turned the rainfall into a fusillade, strafing the unguarded world askew. The windows were flailed and spattered, beads of water trickling down through the gathered dust. These long strings of water loosed, the sun so bright it...
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Someone finally untied the rain, and it came in glittering beads and daisy chains, dazzling amid the blinding blue of the all but clear sky. The wind turned the rainfall into a fusillade, strafing the unguarded world askew. The windows were flailed and spattered, beads of water trickling down through the gathered dust. These long strings of water loosed, the sun so bright it...
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we will never know
I bring to the table a poverty of expression, a tongue lathered with lies and shredded by the insolence of broken teeth. The broken boards of language, discarded in the dirt, stacked by the rat-claimed wreckage of the pressed metal shed. Every slip, every swallow, every single glimmer of sincerity another stone skipped into the inclement depths. Empty out the pockets,...
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I bring to the table a poverty of expression, a tongue lathered with lies and shredded by the insolence of broken teeth. The broken boards of language, discarded in the dirt, stacked by the rat-claimed wreckage of the pressed metal shed. Every slip, every swallow, every single glimmer of sincerity another stone skipped into the inclement depths. Empty out the pockets,...
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44
Slip into sleep with your eyes still open, fall asleep sitting there on the sofa, television telling you its stories, the world moving unchanged through the cosmos. You awake a stranger, awake later than you thought it was in the wrong room, the wrong movie dully playing, the world having spun its way into night. It is the sharp sameness that makes these dull...
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Slip into sleep with your eyes still open, fall asleep sitting there on the sofa, television telling you its stories, the world moving unchanged through the cosmos. You awake a stranger, awake later than you thought it was in the wrong room, the wrong movie dully playing, the world having spun its way into night. It is the sharp sameness that makes these dull...
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sun and soil
A bruise bright sky and the sound of shovel work scrape at the skin of the morning. The house stray lays in the tall grass, ready to pounce on the finches and sparrows that feed in the street. Unknown flocks dot the distant horizon, spattering the tree-line, moving to a music everything seems to hear. The sky seeps through branch and leaf,...
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A bruise bright sky and the sound of shovel work scrape at the skin of the morning. The house stray lays in the tall grass, ready to pounce on the finches and sparrows that feed in the street. Unknown flocks dot the distant horizon, spattering the tree-line, moving to a music everything seems to hear. The sky seeps through branch and leaf,...
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lethal:
thanks for you support on my new set Sweet Winter
this is the more important for me
this is the more important for me
painted by numbers
Night says goodbye like a stranger, with barely even a gesture before shrugging its shoulders and fading away. Trees are hung with the usual flittering ornaments, late bats and early birds, shimmering with the aura of a relentless wind. Traffic glides by with that bleary-eyed purposefulness of coffee-steamed commuters and jangly nerved thrill seekers, accelerate and brake in quick succession. If there...
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Night says goodbye like a stranger, with barely even a gesture before shrugging its shoulders and fading away. Trees are hung with the usual flittering ornaments, late bats and early birds, shimmering with the aura of a relentless wind. Traffic glides by with that bleary-eyed purposefulness of coffee-steamed commuters and jangly nerved thrill seekers, accelerate and brake in quick succession. If there...
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nothing left to show
Half a moon gone already and nothing left to show. It just sits there, hanging there in the midst of sunrise, loitering into day. A cold and sulking stone, lingering amid all those melting stars, waiting while that old world keeps turning. Seeing it stuck up there make me think that something should be done. There ought to be a law,...
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Half a moon gone already and nothing left to show. It just sits there, hanging there in the midst of sunrise, loitering into day. A cold and sulking stone, lingering amid all those melting stars, waiting while that old world keeps turning. Seeing it stuck up there make me think that something should be done. There ought to be a law,...
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over the rainbow
All the colors seem colder,
boiled down to a stammer--
that tin-pan alley purity
feeling so hackneyed pressed
against such bitter teeth.
Still, because singing is your best
bet left, you might as well sing.
Never mind how far you have fallen
out of rhythm, so far
that each step trips before
all the trippings have rung.
So far that every breath...
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All the colors seem colder,
boiled down to a stammer--
that tin-pan alley purity
feeling so hackneyed pressed
against such bitter teeth.
Still, because singing is your best
bet left, you might as well sing.
Never mind how far you have fallen
out of rhythm, so far
that each step trips before
all the trippings have rung.
So far that every breath...
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the calling
You chase sleep long enough, soon everything takes on the quality of dreams. It becomes hard to differentiate between thought and act, conversations blur and blend. The restless state of a busy mind that will not slow down, that blunt dull feel of waking death that soon tinges everything around. The fear of that unyielding insomnia arises when sleep becomes hard to capture,...
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You chase sleep long enough, soon everything takes on the quality of dreams. It becomes hard to differentiate between thought and act, conversations blur and blend. The restless state of a busy mind that will not slow down, that blunt dull feel of waking death that soon tinges everything around. The fear of that unyielding insomnia arises when sleep becomes hard to capture,...
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brickwork
The bricks were laid upon the ungraded earth, to ride the soil as it sank and tangled. Weeds push through between each paving stone, doing the worlds work despite us. There isn't a level stretch to be found. The patio table where my coffee sits rocks ever so gently at my least touch, craving endless adjustment. I twist and nudge it just the same,...
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The bricks were laid upon the ungraded earth, to ride the soil as it sank and tangled. Weeds push through between each paving stone, doing the worlds work despite us. There isn't a level stretch to be found. The patio table where my coffee sits rocks ever so gently at my least touch, craving endless adjustment. I twist and nudge it just the same,...
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the alarm
The sun dissolves in a series of quick cuts-- one moment so bright I had to guard my eyes, the next the horizon lit in gaudy abandon, the next the thick persuasion of twilight giving way to a star spattered night. Time for strays and swarms, air thick with mosquitoes and that shimmer of translucent wings. Time for the slow roll and the...
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The sun dissolves in a series of quick cuts-- one moment so bright I had to guard my eyes, the next the horizon lit in gaudy abandon, the next the thick persuasion of twilight giving way to a star spattered night. Time for strays and swarms, air thick with mosquitoes and that shimmer of translucent wings. Time for the slow roll and the...
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thread the needle
Without the stagecraft, the magic is at best incremental. A bit of starlight here, a slab of a moon sinking into the drab horizon. Without the show every direction is misdirection. The silhouette in the window, the coyote in the left turn lane. I drag my empty intentions along the chilly street, stars already beating a fast retreat. The world is here,...
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Without the stagecraft, the magic is at best incremental. A bit of starlight here, a slab of a moon sinking into the drab horizon. Without the show every direction is misdirection. The silhouette in the window, the coyote in the left turn lane. I drag my empty intentions along the chilly street, stars already beating a fast retreat. The world is here,...
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dogma
Words were once wild things, flitting about in the twilight glow, winking on and off by the fire light, only obeying the laws that existence made. They would fly when loosed by an unknowing tongue, unleashed to lash the world that listened. They would sink into flesh, to nest and to change. Born of the blood and of the ghost, they learned to steam...
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Words were once wild things, flitting about in the twilight glow, winking on and off by the fire light, only obeying the laws that existence made. They would fly when loosed by an unknowing tongue, unleashed to lash the world that listened. They would sink into flesh, to nest and to change. Born of the blood and of the ghost, they learned to steam...
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