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10-03-2006, 09:40 PM
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#4976
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I don't put your pillowcase
in the wash after you leave. I keep it
and slip it over mine.
The essence of you is in the 300-count,
wrapped around every thread.
I sleep, faster-harder-deeper
then I ever have before, but you fade.
You are my aromatherapy baby,
essential, I need you in a bottle.
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10-03-2006, 09:47 PM
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#4977
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i am what i am
wildsweetone is offline
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: New Zealand
Posts: 6,805
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Submission urges
It's time to bite the bullet
to listen to the raves
and rev the engine
until it runs at peak pitch.
Time to sort out the haves
from the have nots
to send out the written word
and share it with the world.
I figure,
even if nothing more gets published
at least an editor or two
will have read my thoughts.
That's got to be a good thing.
Right?
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10-03-2006, 10:17 PM
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#4978
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Pointy?
annaswirls is offline
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: on edge
Posts: 7,121
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RIGHT!
Go for it!
Quote:
Originally Posted by wildsweetone
Submission urges
It's time to bite the bullet
to listen to the raves
and rev the engine
until it runs at peak pitch.
Time to sort out the haves
from the have nots
to send out the written word
and share it with the world.
I figure,
even if nothing more gets published
at least an editor or two
will have read my thoughts.
That's got to be a good thing.
Right?
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"To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness." Bertrand Russell
here
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10-03-2006, 10:33 PM
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#4979
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Really Experienced
sweetjain is offline
Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: flux
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There is this space
this moment
when the expression on her face,
once thinner than mine,
shifts, indecisive. Trying to calculate
in the dark, wondering
if she'll say too much
over our non-lunch.
She always invites me to lunch
but that's wistful thinking.
She pushes me to order something
so I order diet coke some days
just to fuck with her.
She orders salad.
Always some kind of tossed salad
and moves it around
pretending to eat.
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10-04-2006, 03:01 AM
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#4980
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
Join Date: Dec 2005
Posts: 3,573
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Asphyx
I have fasted for you, my love,
felt lungs desire air as skin
turned blue out of service.
Crush my head first, let me
turn and spin with every restricted
breath. I am your swallow.
But never feed me. Simply watch
me as I honour my vows and flop,
waiting to be thrown back into the sea.
Breathe
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10-04-2006, 01:37 PM
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#4981
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Pointy?
annaswirls is offline
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: on edge
Posts: 7,121
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please dont waste your time reading this, scroll down surely vd has something there
walk through my day doing one of two things:
dropping things where they do not belong and
looking for them
sometime both at once
as usually in the hunting process, I empty my hands
of cell phone
then keys
then soda can
so I have something to do once I find
that goddamn credit card and drivers license
he convinced me once
to carry a small backpack
camera, notebook but itis toolate
my eyes only scan horizontally and I wound updumping the bag on the floor
to find anything buried in the depths.
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"To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness." Bertrand Russell
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10-04-2006, 03:31 PM
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#4982
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
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Posts: 3,573
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I'm not in the mood for flirting
Eyes say no
as we pass a sign
saying
Danger Deep Excavation
Savvy?
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10-04-2006, 03:36 PM
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#4983
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
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Reading the subtext
Bicycles are stacked
on the harpoon spine followed
by children and the obligatory
family dog.
A yoyo sun bounces up and down
in front of weary eyes as the car
enters an alpine mouth,
tuning into a subtext caught
on the radio. Machines dismount,
scrambling pepper tracks and trading
of kisses, cellphones, lycra.
Eyes blink divorce, divorce
but all he sees is a smile dissapearing
slowly into the curvature of the earth.
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10-04-2006, 10:12 PM
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Really Experienced
sweetjain is offline
Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: flux
Posts: 163
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Kissing your girlfriend
At least it wasn't premeditated.
And it wasn't like I bought the wine
or made it taste so good. You know
it matched my dress anyway.
Yes. I know you thought
the dress was for her.
It wasn't.
It was just the kind of night
and the kind of restaurant
for side slits.
So please don't think
I planned it.
The only thing I planned
was dinner
and that kiss?
Just a taste test.
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10-04-2006, 10:38 PM
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i am what i am
wildsweetone is offline
Join Date: Jan 2002
Location: New Zealand
Posts: 6,805
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Bent
I was willing to match him
one for one
but somehow he stepped on
the train
and left me watching
a silver shadow
slide down the tracks
and out
of my life. I waited
and slept
only to find I'd been found
by another
who whistled, and wiggled
his little finger.
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10-05-2006, 02:51 AM
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#4986
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
Join Date: Dec 2005
Posts: 3,573
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Watching antiquities being moved
A deep sea diver's ghostlung
is loaded on first, followed
by a pair of 1920's bicycles,
their brakeless mouths vying
for attention with a chest
of shrunken pygmie heads
screaming at sunflower
paintings, edges frayed
like their lips. Draw straws
to see who lives. Teacups
won't save your soul here.
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10-05-2006, 09:55 AM
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#4987
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
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Posts: 3,573
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Pilgrimage to the bottom of the world
They had come to Mexico as pilgrims,
him playing the role of Jesus, her playing
Mary Magdalene. Driving past tequila
coloured sunsets and cactus hung
like crosses on the landscape,
they wandered. Not for forty days or forty
nights but for forty hours. She kept
on seeing visions of the Messiah
in her sunglasses, smelling of gasoline
and burning ash. But he never believed her
thoughts of salvation and burned back
into the soil. There are no gods here
she had failed to realise, staring at the locket
of the Virgin Mary around her neck.
The only salvation that comes here is lottery
tickets, hollow donkeys and men wanting nothing
but a sip of words squeezed from the body
of a black god hanging from a cross
put up in the town square.
This is their homeland, that is their way.
Amen
Amen
Amen
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10-05-2006, 11:05 AM
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#4988
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Pointy?
annaswirls is offline
Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: on edge
Posts: 7,121
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he offered me his last wing
from the bottom of the bucket
and try as I may to make this a comical piece
my cynicism springs reflex trigger
of course it makes me feel special
I have gorilla glue and a bag of feathers
will return the bones
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"To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness." Bertrand Russell
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10-05-2006, 01:49 PM
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#4989
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
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Posts: 3,573
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Beachcombing
Whilst looking for pine cones,
shells and starfish
I came across an ancient mariner's
lung stuck in the sand
there was no air inside
just a pile of seaweed and a few
purple stones stuck like motifs
on its walls
I wanted to blow it, hearing
its beat stuck inside my head
but threw it back
there was no treasure inside
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10-05-2006, 09:47 PM
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#4990
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Really Experienced
sweetjain is offline
Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: flux
Posts: 163
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Bang
Kissing boys:
in theory, nasty
the way tequila is nasty
but feels good later, sometimes
until it's much later.
Then comes the wash
that no salt rubs dry
and maybe that's why he asked
if I was crying
when I wasn't.
I was just sad that the cannon fired
but I didn't see the fireworks.
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10-06-2006, 02:46 AM
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#4991
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
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Posts: 3,573
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Spinning
When I was young
they liked to spin the world
around my head
I always used to see the sky
that was a perk
of this one particular job
I never could resign
I never could stand up
My shovel-skull was broken,
fixed up only with tape and glue.
Motors moved me
Words did the rest
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10-06-2006, 02:57 AM
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#4992
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
Join Date: Dec 2005
Posts: 3,573
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Spam
Enlarge your penis the e-mail tells me,
I look down at my dog headed stick
curled up in his kennel. Perhaps I'll
buy him some viagra or cialis
(what exactly does that do?)
or get some cosmetic surgery to puff
up my lips. Trim, tuck. Maybe he'll wake
up with some attention: girls, girls, girls
could do the trick. I've won the lottery
already, I could buy a new penis instead.
A metallic one like Robocop's. Rustproof.
With a lifelong guarantee. As if.
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10-06-2006, 09:11 AM
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#4993
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528 inception
bluerains is offline
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: usa
Posts: 2,777
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This poem
is just delicious...the visuals have me rollin...can I send a copy to my friends..
Quote:
Originally Posted by vampiredust
Spam
Enlarge your penis the e-mail tells me,
I look down at my dog headed stick
curled up in his kennel. Perhaps I'll
buy him some viagra or cialis
(what exactly does that do?)
or get some cosmetic surgery to puff
up my lips. Trim, tuck. Maybe he'll wake
up with some attention: girls, girls, girls
could do the trick. I've won the lottery
already, I could buy a new penis instead.
A metallic one like Robocop's. Rustproof.
With a lifelong guarantee. As if.
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10-06-2006, 11:46 AM
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#4994
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
Join Date: Dec 2005
Posts: 3,573
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Abolishing limbo won't help you now
Oil soaked anemone flowers are lit,
colouring air lagoon-blue. Thoughts
slowly start to leave the runways
of my eyelids as mundane prayers
are uttered. I have trodden miles
to get here but there is no salvation
or warmth in these rain soaked walls
just servants of the fickle. More soup?
one asks. I have tasted enough
and my body cannot digest any more.
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10-06-2006, 11:54 AM
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#4995
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
Join Date: Dec 2005
Posts: 3,573
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Night Clouds
We enter night mole-hooded,
our feet tasting rain as one
eyed cyclops men blink to let
us pass. This is our quest now
and no one can give us words
or encouragement to take us
there. End does not exist here
nor beginning. Life is a reflection
of a bottomless pit, every moment
passing waiting to come up and
breathe.
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10-06-2006, 11:58 AM
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#4996
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Squeegee
vampiredust is offline
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Cough
It waits for you in the bowels
of your body. Crow-eyed,
you plunge forward and sing.
That splutter is a staccato
for the sick. Record it, read
between the lines -
there could be messages
or perhaps it could just be a cough.
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10-06-2006, 12:49 PM
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#4997
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loveumore is offline
Join Date: Oct 2006
Posts: 6,792
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Cold, cold world...
Some people think
we're already in Hell
while I think
we're living in a large freezer
under water
I'm awakened.
It's not we are.
It's me.
What will happen first,
suffocation
or will someone find me
after going ice fishing?
And what then?
Will I be eaten, spit out or
will I be introduced
to sunshine under a blanket.
A fish will die either way.
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10-06-2006, 02:12 PM
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#4998
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Experienced
Seduceros2 is offline
Join Date: Jul 2006
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Remember Annie?
She used to belong to that
track and tunnel crowd, back
in the days of 40 ounce haze
and smoking blunts.
Punk band chills and safety pin
drilling protrusions of flesh never
did enough to redress her valiant
coal shovel of a home life.
She disappeared it seems into
some corporate cult in 1993, or
a zoo keeper married her,
or something.
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10-06-2006, 06:10 PM
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#4999
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Not necessary
tungtied2u is offline
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: In memories
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thoughts twist
wrap into rationalizations
words arranged in such a way
as to make
life make sense
such a propensity man has
to cushion the inpact of oblivion
to sift chaos into order
filtering the wheat from the chaff
but which is left
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If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.... HH The Dalai Lama
The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love.....William Sloane Coffin
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10-06-2006, 08:21 PM
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The one and only Sandman
Many Feathers is offline
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Utah
Posts: 8,215
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Letting go...
Mai da’bai baidu naa gathaiwate’ Tawodi
Mai dateeqi ne dei qu
Panii koihkwa noosai mazapaagi
Subai’ e mukua deinde’ yahnai
Da’bai na ne baidu yeese gaihaiwate
Suba’ mia u bo’ai qupa mukua
Ne suaN qupa mazapaagi dabai’yi gaihaiwate
AdeN en gia na- neaN gwee’
NeheN pihinapo kai nasurruse nahma
Mai da’bai babu tsa’ en koihkwa
BeaiN suuntsaa nehwe nahii’wi kai nasukkuse
Kai sunnishe na saka baidu nahna
Yeezi eqi Tawodi deaseN nemiH
DeaseN newwe gia’ kitsaan daiqwa
Na dei hinqa-dabain ne e dee-daga’
-Na dei –qu ne e Neo' Many Feathers
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Feathers Fantasies
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