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like marionettes |
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Drexler_McStyles Member
since 2002-11-18
Posts 195Venice, Ca |
a short torrid affair it was to be the woman was young she know not what she do the man was old he was always drying the glue her eyes danced like marionettes and his looked like weathered roadmaps and yet he could see the nations of beauty that she wove under her braids as clearly as a diamond she would tinker with his crutch in a roundabout kind of way and when he poured for her a drink it was as clean as a whistle and built like a mathematician in each others arms they could be found above them vinyl spinning like the spider candles sinking under the horizon fading like a wounded moon into the dusk of our twilight almonds and cherries baste between the murmurs the rustling of cool cotton while two souls intertwine below the crisp cackle of the cruel, cold world outside [This message has been edited by Drexler_McStyles (04-07-2003 02:46 AM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Your poetry is like a camera--with an attitude.  more admiration from me to you. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very vivid! I like this! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
the woman was young she know not what she do the man was old he was always drying the glue her eyes danced like marionettes and his looked like weathered roadmaps *** enjoyed these unique visuals |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Talk about the roads less travelled. What a map! Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Just a fine, fine penning. And an equally fine read. |
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