Why did you drop that bomb in my lap ? You think I don't need legs? That was harsh. My shopping is heavy enough. Only you can know what you need to do and I will always try to hold the blanket tight to break the fall. But it's useless. Just, hey, get back to me, in your own time. Bring a zimmer frame.... tea dance? I know, you don't dance. Actually, you might be able to, if allowed.
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I held the forceps and cleaned up the blood. But the breath was gone and I will hold her up, I suppose, if I am allowed..... Given that I have not a leg on which to stand. And altogether too many hands. Let's not forget the effing juggling. Fruit is damaged when juggled. Some bruises don't mend. Just, Jack shit (and we have all watched that in the drain)
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candles burn out and that little bit of wick
remains left
unlit
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I suppose it's the little bit of unlit wick that stops you from burning the fucking house down. Aw.... but if you might be able to dodge the licks of the flames and just run out as anonymous.... leaving the identity behind. Just a dream - but sure you will understand Adrian Lunar Loony xxxxx
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oh and, I forgot, Arthur Brown.......... might I call you Arthur?
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ps terry - is that your name of choice?
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not a leg on which to stand. And altogether too many hands. the complete ignoring of the structured grammEr of which you know but choose to ignore, embracing an act of emphasizing that which means the FUCKIN G MOST, thank you.
your words balm wounds in velvet and gasoline.
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If I had a match i'd be toast. Damp down soon and have an illicit cig. No shit just tobacco... a boring addiction. xx calm now. How are you?
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holy mother uber fuck of that which was once holyQQQQQQQ the poem was only the warm up, the foreplay, the forked tongue on innocent skin that scours all the dirt away... in comparison to the notes that truly were the 'bomb in the lap' !
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I thank you for your understanding - I know I can rely on you to just ... well.. KNOW.. just had such a lot of clearing up in my head to do... but can't get the duster out.... three fucking arms and not one bleeding duster... FUCKING COWARD OR WHAT?.... sorry did I shout Adrian/Terry? which is your perference btw? Sometimes you are just a refuge. Sorry X as you know, compliment returned.... howl...
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3 arms
1 duster
a mountain of accumalated filth
my axe is rusty
lend me your wheel
sparks and witty remarks
shared despair and muted larks
chirping the song of burning rubber with little regret
Adrian,
Terry is my first name, after my father's dead brother who burned alive saving others. -
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Well, I'll just call you Adrian, because that's what I have done so far and maybe the 'Terry' is too sad to say. Be Ok - cos when I write holy jack shite, you are so very kind.. and then it all goes ''''''aaaaawwwww oooooooommmmmph' with no regret
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