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There are only wolves, and sheep, and moon dance

Missing image
Nurse for the dead
I know yr'e dance, like I know the sky
Why I try sigh die,
beyond me is monastic bald
prayer rings.

Draw my bath a sweet smell
then draw me inside & under
the water gazing up at you.
love hands gripped around my thick
neck breaking my lips and part
solid words to surface.

again & again.

Count me lucky
and I will count you out
And they will count us in.

1...2...3...

A door swings

Wack! Wack!

Hard wind prying in
Out the window a dog flys by
then an old lady knitting
the sound of dirt on wood
Mi words soft, cellular
forever working their way
back to... Y u?

Sometimes, I wonder who I am.

Often, I can't forget.

We are a segueing
We are yes we are yes we are
An Emeralding midnight drive
A dark green unstrung
Spanish guitar solo
At a Social Club
Buena Vista.

A Mother & Son.

A consummate tango
A Columbian neck tie.

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Written December 30th, 2003

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  • Naughtygrlred
    November 24, 2004
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    I have that pic


  • horus8 gold member
    May 14, 2004
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    So.


  • As Autumn Falls
    May 14, 2004
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    I am going to ask you once and only once to take the picture off of this poem or this poem out of my contest. I didnt even read the poem because the picture was offensive to me. Sorry.

    ~All 28~


  • horus8 gold member
    December 30, 2003
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    Good guess, she still does. She kills people like Kevorkian, but in a loving way by cutting off the carotid artery.
    Edited on May 14, 11:48 p.m. because ''.


  • plinkyponk
    December 30, 2003
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    smashiny

    your mother once looked sexy

    liked the wack wack and then the scene that was set.

    i never know where i am or whats coming in your poems thats why i like them and i never find them boring. they are always intriguingly just to say odd that is tantalisingly sexy somehow.as though you live half in this world and half in another.
    loved it all. why arent you dead famous by now?


    Edited on Dec 30, 12:40 because ''.

  • Naughtygrlred
    December 30, 2003
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    nice write


  • NurseChilly gold member
    December 30, 2003
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    Hmmmm very interesting piece.. sounds like a good night out.. hits a few hard balls but I liked it.. don't know why.. perhaps it's the necraphilic nurse.. lolololololol

    ~GILL~xxx

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