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qandisa's daughter (who couldn't do it right)when you leave, my sheets are wet
with sweat and come and cold
in the absence of
your body pressed up against
mine, and the breath
poured out of your grey-green
eyes.

i'll never quite get over that.

left-
handed left-
brained

baby, bring me a heart to eat

so i can pretend i've got
at least half
the wit and twice
the damage you deal.

triple your
bet, and i'll pretend
daddy never taught me how
to play a proper game of poker
for a reason,

and no,
when i said you have to mean something
to fuck
me, i didn't mean
you'd have to
love me
to get me undressed.

the counter-culture
greets me different-
ly and when you're lying
there pants undon

thixotropiait's getting a little too
non-Newtonian in here
gleaming
control from existential singularities
we had

the brilliant imaginations of children disturbed
and the uninterrupted powers of ancient gods

but reincarnation received
[and it was a culling]
re-birthed as ideo-
logical lackeys

and if we're going to keep looking
for needles we'll need
to build a bigger haystack

superfluitythe universe asks
then decides for itself
embracing ...
parabolic tendencies of vagueness

mesmerizing strangers when they're still
gelatinous and dumb

still we're not the only heretics to flood this place with broken tongues

and like the rest we'll be destroyed
a limping neoplastic
when our egos and their urges shrink

and responses grow more lucid

to crazy-town!natural hair-color ID pic taken from your middlename relationship, status or mood. the color of underwear. one thing that makes you happy is the last person you cuddled with going back in time, and change something. an animal for one day had a near death experience, something you do a lot is the name of the song stuck in your head right now. copy+paste this from the same b-day as you, last time you cried/sang in front of a large audience. one superpower is to notice about the opposite sex biggest secret/favorite color/the last time you lied. kiddy movies or TV shows eating or drinking the favorite smell. life in one word gave/received a hug,

Time Isflushing ink out
ink flowing out
sediments smoothing to the edge
releasing around point
gathered letters
gathered words
sentences
paragraphs
a gathered story
falling though targets
grasping edges
all unknowingly pouring.

-k.rose

tautologically impairedrepetition builds
(s)kills far from the madding crowd
where in the presence of proprietary predators
our inquiring organs want to know
the only true cure for the bite of a spider

we are

those who dispute the definition of paradise
tactile fribulations
undercover in long division searching
the ignoble savages for a unified theory
backwoods prophets in a theater
of socialized wolves

seventeen ankles walked into a trap

Abortion of the human spirit aka mindless risenEach day we are broken down from the minute we are born
A seed sewn in pleasure can be a love or a scorn
Each road we take gives us a thousand answers
But we watch with glazed eyes and flickering dancers
Be it TV, Computer or video game
The human is being replaced by something tame

Seagulls, Rain, Silence and Street Lightsthe gods must have created
four o'clock in the morning

Counting SheepStumble softly onto the grass,
And I catch a glimpse of the tree line ahead.
Could we paddle a little faster?
I want to get to the end of this before I wake.
I don’t want to miss a single second of this place,
But I’m a realist,
And I know that I can’t spend forever locked away.
So, please,
Take me to the river,
Where the fish jump out and sing to your ships,
And the water laps at your feet like the playful child she is,
Where I know that my secrets are safe,
So long as they are not whispered to the blades,
The grasses have ears you know.
They like to spread your desires to the next person while the wind blows,
And soon the

heroes of fallible mythliving fossils
we're not even legally mammals
simply convenient collections

of practical props and effects

small analogue soldiers
against a time traveler's ocean
our trivial tumblers unbroken

but not a mind left well kept

and redundancy promises igno-
minious bliss
the aloofness of supermen sated

perfunctory

and using big data
while sententiously locked in position
Procrustean

sentinels scared of sedition

...and to find out it's all a fakeit's a pageant out there
of playground eugenics
sciamachy

shadows chasing shadows
so welcome
to the world of grey where

winning cures most everything
ague,
paranoia,

vulgarian remorse ...

and it's always
darkest just beneath the light
where we're

ants inside the honey trap
comfortable
being uncomfortable

co-mingling with worms
filling utilitarian bags
with miscellaneous sand

and test tubes full of words

HunnyhivesIt was such a flat hello
When I extended an overdue welcome

Mimicking stressed and uninterested tones
That roll off the plateau tongues
Of busier bees

Who tease from their golden rooms
Sticky smiles incomplete

I die
With each one
That walks and barely talks

I shrivel into mounds of spent flesh
Before a conglomerate of misunderstood scenes

Surmounting the son of the sun
Biding anxiously

To commune with his brothers

Though I believe,

I am losing my scornful inclinations

House of IllusionsWelcome to my mind no stranger place you'll find
A variation of sanity an end of all humanity
A world of dark and dread with some rotting heads
Held into their place by pike and Horrors face
I know you've seen the sign after drinking some of my wine
falling deep within trying not to spin
It's a crazy man's utopia the walls here are sure to know ya
Calculating the chance you escape this twisted trance
I'd say look around but we all know that sound
the shadows they await better lock the gate
mythically it's all here the women and the beer
yet you never know if you're not old enough to show

My Swarming, the hatred of mundaneTwisting of mundane windmills revive themselves. Slow tears quickly swim down the people grim faces. The world shrinks with windmills as they grow more elite.

The swarming. The plantations knowledge that I'm still alive the pain from Caligula disorder that the humans cling to. Satan that has kissed my lips bleeds and curves in its movements with pinwheel pursuits something not of the mundane.

My eyes lift from their past, tiny molecules of substance began to bring birth to my swarming. The heat makes windmills blow fuses of sorts. Just stop with your crackling you venue.

The taste of logic had died with his was erroneous actions.....his t

Prepared to sayI have something to say.
It's a thought that keeps my mind at bay
And I'm afraid that its going to stay
I wish is would go away
But I'm afraid it won't until I pluck up the courage to say
Never mind, I shall keep it at bay
No one wants to know anyways
Who cares about what I have to say
But then again how will this feeling go away
If I just try and keep it at bay
What I'm trying to say
Is that it's hard this way
And I don't know how it'll come out
But I guess I have no doubt
That I am simply
And utterly prepared to say
I am gay

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~StarkNaked Jun 26, 2004

I liked it, but the lack of grammer got to me.

~ihatechristmas Jun 13, 2004

Great stuff. I like this sort of poetry.
Very nice word ultilization.

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