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Saturday, January 5, 2008

Them clouds (repost)

Them clouds is hunching over and they colored just like lead They wringing out they laundry and they dripping on my head Them trees is looking nasty ‘long the side of this here road They looking at me sideways Like they’s something I should know Them clouds is hunching over and they colored just... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 4, 2008

Bearded lady (in training)

My life is para-normal; in fact, it's downright weird. I might just join the circus— first, I'll have to grow a beard. Sign in to see full entry.

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Voyage of the Dusktreader

The skip is chasing the sunset, as if it owed her money. The horizon may be found due north, near a sky like lampllt honey. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 3, 2008

Wild lights, wild nights

The carnival lights check their looks in the sea, then flirt with the moon: "Lay beneath the pier with me!" Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 29, 2007

Tuck and roll

You scorched the earth, for what it's worth, but you couldn't throw salt on this land. I rise from the ashes and bat my eyelashes— it's time that I find a new man. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

Midnight trio

Night visit Moonlight's pretty through the outhouse walls; nudging through the slats, I watch it fall. I take my time before I head indoors. Why rush nature when there's moonshine to adore? Easy does it Speakeasy, speakeasy, open your door. Pour me some gin, I can't take it no more! Drive-thru I'll... Sign in to see full entry.

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Astral projection and grandiosity

I'm flying by the seat of my pants— or is it the seat of my soul? I've got some frequent flier miles, and a really cosmic goal. Grandiosity I pull my poems straight from God— almost perfect and fatally flawed. Worth I want a price check on my barcode heart. I won't just leap into your shopping cart. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 23, 2007

Jeweler

You might say I'm a jeweler. I love things bright and rare. You've got so many facets, each of which I am aware. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 22, 2007

Poetry manifesto

Words so brief must be pure of extraction. Fancy words, lies and technique are all just a distraction. Sign in to see full entry.

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Cool

I liken you to lichen on a stone. Wherever you go, you make it home. Sign in to see full entry.

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