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The Ground Will Soon Crack
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The Ground Will Soon Crack |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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An old poem, salvaged and revised. The Ground Will Soon Crack Final thunder. Shut up. Shut up, final thunder. Carry shelter off the street, wood from houses fallen. Relapsed eye of sunset through unsettled dust. Final thunder, grow up. Final thunder, go away. Your face keeps us awake; your hungry, whip-slither shape puts us to sleep. Through the roots of walk, rose lines find quick air. Flames to squelch the sea. For you, Malibu. Bones become new walls. Walls that once held flowers. Tumbled cards of breath. Shapes of things in stumble. Crying fists of soil pound pavement anew. Again. Again. Again. Again. -- shut up -- Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. -- shut up, final Again Again again -- thunder |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
See, you've lost a lot of anger now. Even looking back at yr revised older work, it's like seeing all the warning signs from whenever you get really moody, all crunched into a poem. So it's a little hard to read 'em, 'cause I'm immediately worried 'bout y'.  your tongue's like poison |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Bones become new walls. Walls that once held flowers. Tumbled cards of breath. Shapes of things in stumble. Crying fists of soil pound pavement anew. like these lines.... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
*kiss* It's a poem from around the first year in California. I had a lot of earthquake dreams (then I had an earthquake or four ).Anyway, here's the lines I added, just to prove, that yes, I was an angry git back then (these aren't nearly as angry as what was there to work from): Carry shelter off the street, wood from houses fallen. Relapsed eye of sunset through unsettled dust. your hungry, whip-slither shape Through the roots of walk, rose lines find quick air. Flames to squelch the sea. For you, Malibu. Bones become new walls. Walls that once held flowers. Tumbled cards of breath. Shapes of things in stumble. pound pavement anew. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again Again again (don't go looking for the old one; sigh, I quite dislike the old me) Ron, Thank you! I don't really consider this a new poem, just one of the few old ones that had a few lines worth reconstruction. Thanks again. |
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Amaranthine Member
since 2002-10-06
Posts 61ON Canada |
yum yum yum I'm eating you ...hope you dont mind |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
That's never been a problem with me. Eat away!Thanks, Amaranthine. |
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