Dark Poetry #3 |
Jackaltongue |
brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
lost marble bearings barren shimmer dripping sweat shroud shoulders boulder-head lost thread unraveled glass every stagger battered parchment paper bones moaning up the dust wait flail spasm blood orgasm ruddy skin shreds air rakes raw sand never stays clawed breath despairing the dust soon white swollen crack bleeding twitch blasted boil dust now smacking rips fight for a lung dessicated concentrated moistened on a jackal's tongue I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
demented? well yes...I guess you could say I've found the beauty in this...and all creatures... Very vivid stuff mistah bri!! take care you! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
You're sick. I like it. Dessicated Mikey She said burn ... together. |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
thanks d n' b maybe it's from too much monty python dunno BS. I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Missed this somehow. Seems an......interesting snack. ~Ed In reply to "which way do we go?", the answer was never "straight", but, "progressively forward". |
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Moon Dust
since 1999-06-11
Posts 2177Skelmersdale, UK |
Yeah I like the way it flowed and esp. the ending If your afraid of the dark, then why did you come? |
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