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Thursday, October 4, 2007

refracted: love bi-polared

madness made flesh are you, the men i date & dump. you are my madness manifested and dressed. when happy - when elated- you are princed in royal robes. when down- when diseased - you are nightmared with fangs and claws. i never fall for you - nor do i get over you - for in my madness you don't... Sign in to see full entry.

cerebral clit

picking em up and placing them in order then rearranging them- playing and longing to find that perfect fit. does it flow... does it speak.... does it capture life..... how hard are the consonants that puncture my mouth.... how soft do the vowels fall... do they land well and taught... does your... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

i cleave

there is no safe place. no sanctuary. no relief. wherever i go are people. and people cause me to feel. if i could simply allow myself to feel just for that moment- to give myself permission to experience the fullness of that response- and then move past it not dwell not internalize not swallow....... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 28, 2007

film-fucked

hard hammer of a hang over pounds my subconscious shaken baby it til limp death loud electric light staple guns eye lids open grave risen hands punch thru floor tiles grabbing my chair legs gluing them stuck willowing walls close in opening wide to white screen flicker click of the projector fuck... Sign in to see full entry.

post-vomit moments

the end of yesterday finally brought me peace. perhaps it was the promise of the harvest moon reminding me that what we work for, we eventually reap; that the long hard toil of summer finally does end with cumfy, cozy, cool autumn. my life has fallen behind itself but i am beginning to see me -... Sign in to see full entry.

deflowered

don't hold too tight to your treasure for one day someone - something - will take it from you. if my words and the profoundness they formed were hymen-ized, consider me fucked. ripped and torn popped and dismantled. spread and bleeding. defiled and used up. i have lost my potency. my lips no longer... Sign in to see full entry.

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