long time comin'thanks for everyone's interest and concern. ciao.
oh yeah, the new one's entitled 'mid-night observations'
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pathmorning shadows I no longer see and my pages are all dried up. when the ink runs I feel misery this catatony is not me. where has my voice gone bled from my fingertips and when will tomorrowpath
worry about itself. the short straw I have picked and the flames are getting hotter. life is simple or its strife but mine seems laced with dynamite when will lessons be learned and wizened minds peering from icy eyes be mine own? I want the simple path to run I want no more pain but
by ~brownlashed
a messagemy o’ my what a day and my name is null on a blistery gray day a message to best friend(s) two best friends choked and smothered by mundanity playin it cool playin the fools while cries are shouteda message
of misery -heresy
give me one good chance to attack; capital vultures
swimming overhead and I’ll put on my suit tie my noose neck tie too tight and swallow my pride half way.
for,
&nb
by ~brownlashed
silhouettes under blanketssilhouettes under blankets and shadows against walls are memories my soul has seldom forgot.silhouettes under blankets
luna knows future frosts settle on bare ground where shadows disperse and silhouettes make no sound.
midnight will come
with the full blue corn moon and my soul will lose it's shadow.
my shivers will be heard and tears will be felt when bare walls can hide a silhouette.
Oh Luna make haste!
my tears must not freeze; swell in the sky and burst in the spring.
I wrestle with ea
by ~brownlashed
mid-night observationsminneola florida in the middle of another sweltzering summer night when all the mechanical hands point up into the sky and the a. c. unit sweats as it chugs and rattles -loose screws on concrete and does the man in the bed know his life is being played on some big screen drive-in dine-in theatre in a far away town with a woman at his side hermid-night observations
by ~brownlashed
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distilledstripped, void of all color and composition we balance one foot on the parapet that last timedistilled
and my hinges fall loose, i sit: less than i was before less than i am now
we're soaked until distillation we're chemicals in a lab we're in a play and we're standing before the whole world fermenting
you're still a doorway a brighter video of explanations
still, the last steps to your apartment prove the steepest
and the calamity co
by ~splinter-
Essays on Physical Therapy+Essays on Physical Therapy
On Porcelain: You sat on a chair-shaped uterus in my living room. You asked me how I was feeling since, you know. People's conversations have grown into secrets around me. You asked me if, well, it hurt. I remember when you were in medical school and you took snapshots of cadavers to study at home. Now, you sit with me, your head looking dwarfish and large. You look away when I look you in the face so I tell the walls about the blood. "Dark, bright, clotting, smooth, resembling catfish, forgotten." The walls are silent. The knickknacks on the shelves stare back, tiny dolphins and wooden suns. &#
by `queenhrosie
she's talking,i suppose it's of utmost importance that this girl walking on this street belongs, somewhat, to me that she's wearing my shirt and she tastes as if she is a bad night and she looks like hell on most days she is my crumpled up papers lost in the corner of every one of my bad daysshe's talking,
and inside my guessing is her concidental remarks how i'm not sure she could ever say more in any given moment but her words are left so unplanned as subtle as garbage left to rot on this sidewalk she'll slowly fade in and ou
by ~splinter-
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Plz ! plz -
write some more beautiful poetry ~
Yes ?
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wishing well
coins desire
dreams ripple
In reply.
I'm sweet, & back to doing some more writing.
Your poetry rocks man !
Put up some new stuff soon.
Promise ! plz & yes
For the world & its neighbours would be reading it.
For sure.
bike lanes everywhere, and really good trash eating.
his poison a perfume,
smiling stink of a naked gossip,
how her magic armed the moon
the wild places, the corruption of moslem minds.
crimson droplets on crystal crucifix.
shadows come and clocks tick on
good fridays in a middle eastern playground.
sought change in this land,
and there ain't much
but a stool and a bartend,
two bucks and
change for the jukebox
and Lucile won't follow
who won't be led, she says,
not a man to a kitchen,
not a man to his death...
exhale of God's breath
pressing white sails over
the ends of the earth
conquistadore columbuses
on digital maps
play russian roulette
while the stock drops.
[july 29thish- aug. 15thish. with add. funds possible -.ex. probable- sail west]
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