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Monday, June 14, 2004

Sex Seed Planet

Wind-up mouth teeth chattering tongues speared upon the strip of comic books the spill of coffee rings the earth a friend with gossip soiling dirt through seedy underwear in my tea cup brown not chai. Sign in to see full entry.

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Stilettos

If woman were Perceived by articles Of clothing, you would Be Miss Sluty shoes Miss strut your stuff Miss call me at night Make-up still on At 6 am, waiting for Sunrise in those seedy Hotel rooms, where walls Are plain paper smudges And urine perfume Your back, slender Long legs folding Heels... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 9, 2004

Peeling Mona

Mona Lisa How I would like to peel The layers of your smile A vestige of truth Eyes that darken beneath The dying autumn sun Where passion once burned On lonely slender tongues Virgin breasts, smooth Pilars of candlelight Burning wicks into the night Darkness falls upon that smile And fades into the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 6, 2004

Sick

I was insane from wanting a taste of you your skin, your flesh lingered on my tongue like theories brought to experimentation death on disecting tables licking the knife as I cut slicing bone brittled by age fermentation in Formaldehyde Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 3, 2004

Hurt

Weep dirty, Unloved Descriptive Girl Tears Hollow On your Ruby glow No one Wants A cry baby Yet You Want to be Saved so Pray Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 11, 2004

Warm hypnotic eyes Spilling across the jewels Of her breast pressed against The seam of flesh and cotton She inhales, rib cage colliding Friction and air, new fashion Her make-up is dark, bruised just beneath her eyes She cries, hesitating at first Head pressed against My bony shoulder as though My... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 8, 2004

To Sleep

Water drips from the tank slow and steady a broken waterfall or the shattering of glass as the pieces rip into my flesh the blood seeps into the polished wood below floors my feet have walked across to see the waters part and increase the distance between myself and the world, for I am what they... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 4, 2004

For Grandpa who just passed away.

Home Last night I saw you in a dream, brushing off the dirt from a hard days work. You held a candle and lit the wick, the flame dancing kindly on your face. You smiled as if to say, “It’s all right. I’m here for you in death as I was in life.” Your voice a comfort, a reminder of love showing me... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 29, 2004

Lexis of Poverty

It's out of habit that I create sentences too long to punctuate! Words like fingers stroking bone brittled and broken like kidney stones. Syallables suppressed held back, barred ideas caught in mouths so starved. Gaunt cheeks, so thinly pressed against ribs so great they yield no breasts. But... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 23, 2004

The Devil Wears Red

The devil wears red a fashion faux paux too much red on red like wearing white after –Labor Day. But telling the devil he is out of style is like telling the Pope he is a figment of God’s imagination. Sign in to see full entry.

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