Where is everybody?
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WickedEve
save an apple, eat eve
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Jeez...Angeline said:I'm home now. I had a rough day, and I want attention, damnit! Write me something.
I did start writing something last night that's totally stupid and unfinished:
Thesaurus Rex
stomped
lumbered
no
thesaurus rex galumphed
through the boscage
mighty wordy lizard
synonymic rampage
Angeline
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i been dellagating
incinerating brain cells
in swoops and fells
this is for evie--
Thesaurus
Billy Collins
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast
that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up
on its hind legs to show off its large vocabulary,
or some lover in a myth who is metamorphosed into a book.
It means treasury, but it is just a place
where words congregate with their relatives,
a big park where hundreds of family reunions
are always being held,
house, home, abode, dwelling, lodgings, and digs,
all sharing the same picnic basket and thermos;
hairy, hirsute, woolly, furry, fleecy, and shaggy
all running a sack race or throwing horseshoes,
inert, static, motionless, fixed and immobile
standing and kneeling in rows for a group photograph.
Here father is next to sire and brother close
to sibling, separated only by fine shades of meaning.
And every group has its odd cousin, the one
who traveled the farthest to be here:
astereognosis, polydipsia, or some eleven
syllable, unpronounceable substitute for the word tool.
Even their own relatives have to squint at their name tags.
I can see my own copy up on a high shelf.
I rarely open it, because I know there is no
such thing as a synonym and because I get nervous
around people who always assemble with their own kind,
forming clubs and nailing signs to closed front doors
while others huddle alone in the dark streets.
I would rather see words out on their own, away
from their families and the warehouse of Roget,
wandering the world where they sometimes fall
in love with a completely different word.
Surely, you have seen pairs of them standing forever
next to each other on the same line inside a poem,
a small chapel where weddings like these,
between perfect strangers, can take place.
incinerating brain cells
in swoops and fells
this is for evie--
Thesaurus
Billy Collins
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast
that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up
on its hind legs to show off its large vocabulary,
or some lover in a myth who is metamorphosed into a book.
It means treasury, but it is just a place
where words congregate with their relatives,
a big park where hundreds of family reunions
are always being held,
house, home, abode, dwelling, lodgings, and digs,
all sharing the same picnic basket and thermos;
hairy, hirsute, woolly, furry, fleecy, and shaggy
all running a sack race or throwing horseshoes,
inert, static, motionless, fixed and immobile
standing and kneeling in rows for a group photograph.
Here father is next to sire and brother close
to sibling, separated only by fine shades of meaning.
And every group has its odd cousin, the one
who traveled the farthest to be here:
astereognosis, polydipsia, or some eleven
syllable, unpronounceable substitute for the word tool.
Even their own relatives have to squint at their name tags.
I can see my own copy up on a high shelf.
I rarely open it, because I know there is no
such thing as a synonym and because I get nervous
around people who always assemble with their own kind,
forming clubs and nailing signs to closed front doors
while others huddle alone in the dark streets.
I would rather see words out on their own, away
from their families and the warehouse of Roget,
wandering the world where they sometimes fall
in love with a completely different word.
Surely, you have seen pairs of them standing forever
next to each other on the same line inside a poem,
a small chapel where weddings like these,
between perfect strangers, can take place.
denis hale
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Hey Girl
I get a raging erection
whenever I read Billy Collins.
Does this mean I'm gay?
I get a raging erection
whenever I read Billy Collins.
Does this mean I'm gay?
G
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Angeline said:I'm home now. I had a rough day, and I want attention, damnit! Write me something.
H'okay. This is by Canadian poet Heather Neale
Worker's Lament.
Her desk sits empty,
paper assignments stacked like dead bodies
waiting for a spot in the morgue.
Hanging plants are wilted,
crying leaves onto biege linoleum desolation.
And days
pass
like slide shows in her mind
untouchable, intangible, fleeting
Deadlines become just hat
dead
lines
that never meet
run off parallel into an infiniteuniverse
but harbour no hope of connection
affection
love
she is depressed re pressed paper
in a power suit file
with no
room to dance.
You're home now, Ange. Dance!
Angeline
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Re: Hey Girl
judging from your posts and poems, I'd say no. anyway, i happen to know how you really feel about him. i thought he had the opposite effect on you.
hiya denis sweety!
denis hale said:I get a raging erection
whenever I read Billy Collins.
Does this mean I'm gay?
judging from your posts and poems, I'd say no. anyway, i happen to know how you really feel about him. i thought he had the opposite effect on you.
hiya denis sweety!
Angeline
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Re: Re: Where is everybody?
ee sorta danced in the supermarket today. and i feel better now. dinner and un cerveza helped.
Tristesse said:H'okay. This is by Canadian poet Heather Neale
Worker's Lament.
Her desk sits empty,
paper assignments stacked like dead bodies
waiting for a spot in the morgue.
Hanging plants are wilted,
crying leaves onto biege linoleum desolation.
And days
pass
like slide shows in her mind
untouchable, intangible, fleeting
Deadlines become just hat
dead
lines
that never meet
run off parallel into an infiniteuniverse
but harbour no hope of connection
affection
love
she is depressed re pressed paper
in a power suit file
with no
room to dance.
You're home now, Ange. Dance!
ee sorta danced in the supermarket today. and i feel better now. dinner and un cerveza helped.
perks
sarcasduck ruffleslut
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I am so fucking pretty right now
hair just so
and pin stripes chasing my curves
dipping and weaving
around my bends
I got sweaty for a minute
and ruined the fuck
out of my manicure
so I'll redo in a minute
but for now,
just wanted to tell you, girl
that I am too fucking pretty
right now
to be sitting here
typing in my fucked up manicure
when I
could be
celebrating me
with a drink or three.
Join me?
hair just so
and pin stripes chasing my curves
dipping and weaving
around my bends
I got sweaty for a minute
and ruined the fuck
out of my manicure
so I'll redo in a minute
but for now,
just wanted to tell you, girl
that I am too fucking pretty
right now
to be sitting here
typing in my fucked up manicure
when I
could be
celebrating me
with a drink or three.
Join me?
Angeline
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perks said:I am so fucking pretty right now
hair just so
and pin stripes chasing my curves
dipping and weaving
around my bends
I got sweaty for a minute
and ruined the fuck
out of my manicure
so I'll redo in a minute
but for now,
just wanted to tell you, girl
that I am too fucking pretty
right now
to be sitting here
typing in my fucked up manicure
when I
could be
celebrating me
with a drink or three.
Join me?
there was this woman
at the hair salon in
iowa city. i forget
her name but she gave
great manicure rubbed
my arms and i almost
saw god and she painted
my nails opi tahitian
sunset kind of orangy
pink and shaped just
so, you know? and then
she rubbed my toes
and painted them too,
and it was a beautiful
relationship i loved
that woman until she
talked me into layers
and it took three damn
years but my hair is long
again though my nails
are momentarily
undone.
(i am cervezaing with you even as we type)
perks
sarcasduck ruffleslut
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Angeline said:there was this woman
at the hair salon in
iowa city. i forget
her name but she gave
great manicure rubbed
my arms and i almost
saw god and she painted
my nails opi tahitian
sunset kind of orangy
pink and shaped just
so, you know? and then
she rubbed my toes
and painted them too,
and it was a beautiful
relationship i loved
that woman until she
talked me into layers
and it took three damn
years but my hair is long
again though my nails
are momentarily
undone.
(i am cervezaing with you even as we type)
If you don't post that poem, or let me post it in audio, I will find you and kill you. *idle drunken threat, but still serious*
okay I'm off.
Angeline
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perks said:If you don't post that poem, or let me post it in audio, I will find you and kill you. *idle drunken threat, but still serious*
okay I'm off.
yes mistress.
(think about *that* tath)
(but no audio ducky-love--last time i posted an audio poem, everyone said i hissed. i was crushed.)
Tathagata
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*Catbabe* said:Oh, now that's not nice at all, Tath...it makes me want to dunk the little monkey head in your av right under the water.
Okay so I kinda wanted to do that before and was just looking for an excuse.
no desire to spank the monkey huh??
ah well
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