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Monday, July 5, 2004

Moss Graves

Orchid flower, child of woe Pressed wings to fingertips The dusty powder lingers Even after death, the tomb Sad shells of shoulders bowed Barren soil, leafy grass The dandelions shade sorrow Their yellow tutus dancing In the mournful, wailing wind Ghostly words, blackened stone Moss on weeping... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 3, 2004

Night On Corberry Road

Long legs on satin, Spread like fire The coolness, darting In and out of dreams Birthing shadows The ticking clock, Weeping hours For the passing sun Boundless, Tossing seas of Gilder a lean hand poses For picture on pillow Golden hair, spilled Drops of honey On a Champagne Cloud, float away As she... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 2, 2004

Silent Death, Weep No More

Today I climbed outside myself Draped in skin too weary To hold my soul in place My soul met trouble On its way out, and down Those doors that lead Someplace dark and unholy A wine cellar of cobwebs Dust and lies, weaved together Almost toxic, my bile rose Seemingly without effort Increasing like... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 1, 2004

Naked Flesh

Sear the smile, Of skin and bone Sharp shoulders Lean hips, padding Around curves, angled Like Dutch tile Broken beneath, feet Dirty from walking The spaces, the empty Hollow of my throat Filling with the sound Of laughter, anger soiled Like mother’s milk On your tongue, Making dairy Churning... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 30, 2004

CONGREGATING

Creation Atoms, particles Lewd spewed vengeance Cast out from demons Hungry girls with fingernails Of dirt and skin, rosary rope The need to feed, indulgence Catholic wares, Of confessional entries The birth of emissions Seedy gospels, tone-death Jesus, the need for angels The end of ages, Amen. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 28, 2004

Back Seat of Car

Summer heat, And moist skin Breathing heavy Like rhythmic motor The purr, hum Steaming windows Condensation Longing, ice cold Wetness, but burn Between legs, Skin, desire In teeth, hunger Like animal drive For meat, prey The sacrifice Of offering Connecting like Bass to jazz To tempo To explosion Of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 26, 2004

Thoughts of Charitable Woe

Sylvia You haunt my Waking dreams Words poised On blank pages Thoughts you Only knew But kept To yourself Out of guilt You felt alone Without love, Or soul Your life Pages turned But not read Words spoken But lost upon Ego, manliness Cleansed and Burning out You broke The silence Death, the tender... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Rug Burn for Two

Skin on skin Mesh on mesh A cashmere caress Like that of languid Waters, blue moon Gypsy eyes, lost in The abandonment Of pretending To surrender To something Orgasmic as Carpet threads Sign in to see full entry.

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Hands of Wrath

No don’t Don’t push me Over the Edge My humanity Is not of Humble nature Nor pure Intent These hands Are killers Insecurity bound By ropes My humanity Is not humane Nor do I wish Praise Or reward Vengeance I’m belly-full Of lust and Doubt My humanity Is not Your concern But my sin In making Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 17, 2004

Suck Wad & Blow

Do you suck The seeds of mankind Disheveled youth Strung like lights At Mardi Gras Removing corners Of your mind So cobwebs grow Where barely and hash Congregate in word Silence is a recollection Memories like butts In the ashtray, dirty Like men who tangle With underage girls The sun is posing For... Sign in to see full entry.

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