Open Poetry #41 |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
we made our ring shapes in sand with our ends exposed writhe writing new legends not settling for just urge prints but something more worldly that the gods would remember and drink their own thoughts about on slow moving sailings across the window walls of eden when they oozed their eyes and made the warm rain on glass when they made the widows moan and crave their finger paints so they could dance new tattoos in the shimmer of lonely we held hands under water there not to hide our sinning but to keep our blood cool lest our wrists would burn in holy weldlock combinations thus ending our frantic freedoms __________ daark |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
"and made the warm rain on glass when they made the widows moan and crave their finger paints so they could dance new tattoos in the shimmer of lonely" wonderfully done sir... especially enjoyed this passage... |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
D It's just me. That groupie who is mesmerized by your words and images. Yep, that must be me You know, I like it lots. A |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Capt Cpat, humble thanks sir ___________________ ms az, nah groupieism is one sided...we be asynchronous in our appreciation of penspeak..thanks little one |
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