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cool, calculating feathers
weaving up the back of her thigh
telling lies to the red-winged men;
fleshy ribbons.
weaving up the back of her thigh
telling lies to the red-winged men;
fleshy ribbons.
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the trees change
soft gray sunset
fluttering limbs like trunks in the breeze
banana leafs shuffle,
a yellow-green wave
dyed with the thought of rain
the blue of cloud and steel holding back
the bowl of blackberries and milk, a teaspoon of sugar
crosshatched where the birch-hairs twine
in overlapping lines scrawled above
the white bodies turn brown
stretched from molten crucible
into blown gestures
faint suggestions to the wind
the upside-down birdcages
unfurl near the brim
their arms splitting and
growing barbs like battle maces
when the leaves carve away
the paper bark shivers,
leafs, electric on the stem
the shadow from the trunk bleeds
and stains the b
Literature
Lightbulb
How many times do you have to
screw with my head
around like
an electric socket that goes to a lightbulb until it goes dead
from so much exhaustion of always having to"stay on"
for a faulty parallel circuit that just gives in
to the slightest trigger that touches its brim
copper wires wrapped around power that is trying to glow
Why are you hiding me in a restrictive shallow sheath skin
when I'm trying to grow
all I want is to feel complete in a formation
that travels like traffic, paving a way
for my electrons to scurry like the information I have to retain
that shock me in the brain
that mold ideas and thoughts that
awfully hurt me
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The man in the black suit.
The man in the black suit is sad and lonely. I understand how he feels. He understands how I feel. He keeps his head bowed and his long hair hides his face, but not completely. I can see he smiles at me. Those that know me say that he is wrong for me, but I don't listen to them. Together we are as happy as two sad people can be. The man in the black suit and I move in together. We make love. It is the first time for him and the first time for me, or so he leads me to believe. Afterwards he gets up and says that we are finished. I ask him: "Why? We are in love. We are happy together?" He says he just wanted to have me, and now he
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Hmm. Quite interesting.