On getting back:
"Who are you?" said plant to yr
Hazel. I am witch
I am yr sore thumb
Glass explodes
Death Gardel
& 7:30 comes
My grandfather has a flesh eating bacteria
1966 jungle parasite
STAFF SEEPING IN GAUZE
JESUS ANTI PALM PRINT
Black blood & Full moon
Pull
Push
Fog
Lighthouse
Tahoe.
I lick my cold sore
Who in the fuck are you?
I am yr bad hand
I am yr rat trap
Snapping dragon
Poppy sac kneel
Cuspid slip
Yawn nap
Then twilight,
And Colombian
Guitar for my family.
Aye yah yah yah yah
Roo-koo-koo-ka-roo
I am yr long nail
When I luv for keeps
I keep
Mini van:
Arco
Mexican eyelash & Miniature cantalope
When I was five, I climbed trees
Yes, trees
I hid
I was silent & Forgetable
I extended
I still am
Pulling from, and to
Shadows
Now, scratching at the shudder
Death rattle, you do shake low
You do
still &
Ur, mine, and
only a vineyard,
And a grape walk,
And a long talk,
Can save us now
Save us now
And happen.
Author notes
Pre-write
I edited 'That Doggy'
By D. P. Robertson
Written December 27th, 2003
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A contest entry
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450 points, ended April 22, 2005, 10 entries
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This was so interesing! It was captivating almost. I really love your last lines, too. Thank you for entering!
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Great job...as I have come to expect from you.
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this is weird-yet very good...thank you for entering this and good luck in the contest!
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this is totally weird stuff,but people are weird with their actions that are from other worlds most of the time.
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good write
an good luck in the contest
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i am befuddled i am confused, and now i am altogether left in absolute awe..
you are dirty and corrupt and it fills me with an absolutely delightful tingle...perhaps an itch...would you care to help me fix that?
Nyx... -
Superbly Surreal
Well, Poet whaddeyeknow! Free association at its very best ... At first I thought: this must be serendipity ... especially hazel witch ... and then I got the delusive pattern ...
Yes: getting back may become surreal at times ... and today's passionate kiss might have been stirred by the kiss of shadows on the irises of a little boy ages ago; or the strum of the Colombian guitar might have been triggered by the strum of the wind on the leaves of dream trees ...
Life is a happening; from moment, to moment, to moment ... we are fleeting wisps of thoughts ... materializing into a sore thumb ...
Gegroet, Prins van Storms en Skemerte ...
Adiós, príncipe de tormentas y del crepúsculo ...
Goodbye, Prince of Storms and Twilight ...
Myra
Myra -
creepily brilliant
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