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Monday, November 03, 2008
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random fuel
this season. the changes. the electrical currents. the love we share. the movements and the energy. hate is a wasteful etertainer. picking up the pieces. see where they fit. creative fires fuel me. i am not the driver. i am the possessed. lots of things are changing and although change is freaky and tricky, i am looking forward to it.
i am also editing my first collection of poems and am looking up publishers. i will definitely keep this page updated. lots of changes are happening and i am feeling highly creative and pretty excited. feeling random too and random is a okay! woohoo!
:)
7:30 PM
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draw your gun
loud thuds. coral, coral. my heart, a scream. a screeching machine. hiding in the attic. hiding in the disease. so easy. i dance like a jerk in the storm. lace, old lace. salt tongues crippled by white voodoo. carpal tunnel hoodoo. lay alongside the tracks with me and feel the pebbles press and moan. we can sleep. we can sleep. we can sleep.
draw your gun.
7:27 PM
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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the geography of pain
acceleration, exhilaration. demons dancing on angel wings. harmony fists, dream smash collisions. holy holy, i'm a motor machine. mascara covers the dirty cracks of time. wide eyed and hopeless. her heart ate and ate and ate. quicksilver, bird plumage. love and the undertow divided. the split sea, the lemon's sour spirit. the chaotic thumps shifting in the loud night. a twilight kiss. a she-serpent hiss. a tornado in the shape of God.
havoc growing under your dress. torn silk, nightmares with teeth, ripsaw rage. louder than life. harder than longing. we eat greedily at love's remains.
a tornado in the shape of She. a hellish wail in the corner of heaven. a bump cursing the night for all its silent worth. it's ragged rage, like a cheap sponge, soaking up the scene. eating and eating and eating.
beneath consideration. beneath your inspired laughter. beneath your blind judgment. beneath the hidden hate. beneath the cold war inside your sleepy heart. beneath the crack of dawn. beneath you.
scream inside the lava pit. the belly trap. the locked doors of your perception amplified by misery and purgatory. a joint intercourse. bringing on the one sided bondage. the eternal servant. the forever slave.
the clay that shapes our devastation. the day that breaks the mold of us.
the way the will the words, the wounds create a compass. a geography of pain. a clashing madness. a stomping vibration. a divinely throbbing juxtaposition, dancing wildly against memory's strain.
9:20 PM
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Saturday, August 30, 2008
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caustic carnival
tea and tornadoes. harmony fists. heavy egyptians. rock 'n' roll kick-offs. army green. blood. human lice. creation pie. lick the bandages of salt. voodoo in the girls heart. big boots on a porcelain floor. dirty minds, nervous hearts, thunder thighs. inferno vixens. would-be sinners. a caustic carnival. the human lice. freaks and geeks. bizarre overbearing capricornian mothers. aqua eyes, child eyes, scorn of a bad man's touch. taint. we dance like junkie's on a good high. temporal, quickened, heaving cries. love's lonely laughter has me on her speed dial. machiney. girl scouts. rosewater. hoodoo. devil's banter on a dark day in may. june, we have forgotten you. the tides call you home. kill the one who loves you. kill them out of mercy and love.
true love.
11:27 PM
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Thursday, August 28, 2008
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the shirt
the shirt touches his neck and smoothes down his back. it slides down his sides. it even goes down below his belt- down into his pants. lucky shirt.
-jane kenyon
i was reading 'the best american erotic poems' again and i wanted to share this one because i thought it was sweet. oh that shirt! ;)
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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4 letters
sunlight hissing at my window. i am a huntress. a lonely lover. a strawberry moon. secrets are golden threads of light. a halo. a dance. a storm. a sound.
chewed fingernails. opium dens. poppy fields. razorblade love affairs. cigars. pain. thoughts. patchouli baths. night and the cries that connect it. tic tac toe. a holy trinity. a dancing desire. a burning stickiness. a fear that eats the hearts of boys and girls. love.
4 letters. one word. holy holy. faces pressed to glass. delerium. onyx. oblivion. a dance in a dance in a dance. from a dream. just like that. just like that.
no running in the forest. no dreaming after dark. for this is real. this is beauty. this is longing.
emotional chastity belts, kisses, and obsession.
just like that. just like that.
11:40 AM
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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emerald
the sweet air teases me. she puts me in my place. sweet lady and law of nature, guards me like an emerald in oz.
i dream in golden brilliance. he sleeps in fall. the arms of october, ever ready. the dance of those involved.
2:15 PM
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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d i s p a r u
I spent the day with invisible you, your arms invisible around me, holding me blue in your open invisible eyes. We walked invisible, invisible and happy, daydreaming sight as if light were a piano it played on. Invisible my hand at your well-cut trouser, invisible speeding night, the invisible taxi, bare the invisible legs, kissing the vanishing mouths, breasts invisible, your, my invisible entwining, the sheets white as geese, blue as sky. And darling, how your invisible prick rose, rosy, invisible, invisible as all night galloping, swinging, we tilted and sang.
—Honor Moore
right now i'm reading 'the best american erotic poems' and this one jumped out at me and i quickly fell in love. :)
9:10 PM
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Sunday, August 10, 2008
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