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Posted on March 11, 2012 at 18:57 0 Comments 0 Likes
2 crooked veneers
plunge the mattress surface.
From behind, totalitarian misery
devours, enjoying weeds and thorns.
I’ve found a handbook for the lonely,
the ingredients are spiteful.
But, neatly folding the wise man’s blouse
I lean in to smell the pages.
Now ants come surging under the door
in kaleidoscopic waves, swelling with desire.
There isn’t time to show them
but we’re seeping through the callico.
Suck, suck, suck! Then, a…
Posted on February 29, 2012 at 16:38 0 Comments 1 Like
September 7, 2010
Withered willow,
scantily clad with a rustic memory,
wielding arms like tumours
each one
a misguided maladroit.
I do see the forest through the trees
but not the tree through the forest.
I thought this was a good hiding place
but now my skirt is soaked
with saccharin.
Thoughtlessly scaling these knowing limbs
is exhilarating uncertainty,
but to stop and smell the blistered bark
reduces the branch
to mulch.…
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