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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Long afternoon chute Wall paper mists Onslaught raising head To what might have beens Half-glimpses smear my face Sharp edges counter attack Bullet grows on target Like a widowed mother Crazed talking sharks Feeding on my flesh We grew up together In grand design You went your way I went mine Bottlenecks becoming playthings Years lick our crusted hands Like fishermen coming back empty I found myself, in the trees of your valley Still eating the birthday cake, you bought me A madness American Dream Falling more compassionate Like old fashioned weddings And you…teasing me back to consciousness Turns the weeping mutant On my deranged shattered hips I have become the lost Sunlight Jabbing leave rustlings on the sidewalks Of some dead yoga ears Throwing bricks at lovers How dare they mock me With your smile Warmth Contagious nudity And me…polishing your words Like a pack mule Slightly swollen Hanging good for nothing memory wallpaper Why? |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Such deep understanding you do display in all you writes, this one especially. Enjoyed your sharing. JL |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I have become the lost Sunlight Jabbing leave rustlings on the sidewalks I really like this metaphor - the whole piece makes me feel rather sad for it has a tone of regret to me - and of longing - as always - I enjoy your talent -  SusanIf I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
the link to the cake is neat neat write Lee |
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