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Thursday, August 5, 2004

At Two A.M.

Quick furtive glances my curiosity, judgemental watching as though he is a carnie, or freak with a limited shelf-life Does he notice my eyes on his draping black form or how I've heard death call out to him, a raven collecting borrowed time He slouches beneath the neon frame, a light pale compared... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 3, 2004

Little Five Points

Strange, that girl on the corner weaves magic with her ju ju eyes, stealing souls for the devil’s Jack-in-the-box. I think she does not like me. Strange, that man devours my paintings, blue streaks first, geometrical shapes last for their edges scratch. His throat, an Acrylic whore. Strange, that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 2, 2004

In Retrospect

I speak in lies, my mouth Budding flowers of late December Dying before they sprout beneath The icy grave, of pulp and dirt As I pigeon my way into the city, Flying above the normality Of death in suits and loafers Knocking teeth with vagabonds Fluttering to my skin like moths In half syllables, my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Wall Street Charmer

Your kiss A fable A legend Among Swooning Women Shall not Tempt me To surrender To your light Instead I will be A rock So to shield The innocents From the dawn Of your Twelve inch Sun Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 25, 2004

Skinny is Beautiful

The young woman-child In tight denim, sways hips Sweeping the floor, with Jutting bone, her body A one-dimensional rectangle Her belly burns in hunger To suppress the ache She pops mints, like pills Her lethargic body Fighting death by starvation She thinks herself obese Squeezing woman into Size... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 23, 2004

The Dainty Death

Pretty little thing with lips so blue from the berries that sweeten your breath How did life suck the core, leaving the pulp of fruit, a bitter semi-catholic communion Your breasts heave, virgin soil, no seed no child of woe barren the earth below Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 18, 2004

Opium Dreams

Strange poppy, purple flower Hippie-love oyster, aphrodisiac You cultivate latex, Linnaeus Would be proud, your botany Medicinal seeds, your erection The fall of Troy, Cyprus Culling knifes to harvest you Your addiction, an epidemic In China, Lin Zexu would Destroy you, millions lost The British... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 17, 2004

Love-Making Angels

I’m starving for love, my bony Shoulders shrugging sadly, no Warm embrace, tender lips Kissing the nip of skin between My collar bone and neck, skin Wanting to be dirtied, filled With the scent of you, your Rawness, the soy-breath saltiness Of your face pressed against, the Honey sweet jewel of my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 11, 2004

Insanity Strains, a Blushing Refrain

Strange, I’m closer to God here In this place without windows Wearing a jacket with arms That hold me captive, a prisoner Of time and place where memories Are a far cry from the comfort of silence The old man down the hall, ticks Like a clock, his hands set to noon That was the time his wife died... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 8, 2004

Dark Moon in Arachne

Weaver of Zodiac delight, Pixie dark moon, on clever light Thirteen angels fear thy number Spinner of tapestry, beautiful And divine, caught in woven webs Weeping war of fragile design Pagan Goddess, articulate Songs of merry woe, the glee Pitter-patter of widowed feet Knees, thighs, and pelvis rock... Sign in to see full entry.

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