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i'm exclaiming
about how bent i am
by Clockwork
58 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 23 12:23 AM
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to my friends,
who let me roll
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to shine back, slowly, destabilizing, pushing its stardust children
up from the muck, through cruelty and the deterministically systematic
by Clockwork
34 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 26 5:01 PM 2008
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caught in a menagerie of damaged thoughts,
diminished diction, and broken rules,
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perhaps when you read this
I will be dead
by Clockwork
13 lines, 8 comments,
on Nov 28 4:49 AM 2007
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the human condition
is hopeless.
by Clockwork
37 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 28 4:31 AM 2007
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Enough drugs,
and it all turns into a dense bone coffin.
by Clockwork
28 lines,
on Nov 12 11:24 AM 2007
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A cliché slasher film
buzzes in the backround of a dimly lit room,
by Clockwork
34 lines,
on Sep 17 4:55 PM 2007
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Love forever:
it could be signed in blood,
by Clockwork
30 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 6 12:05 PM 2007
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When choice feels like prophecy,
make another one.
by Clockwork
40 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 1 1:20 PM 2007
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Articulation failing. / Compensation for my ego--dead. / All I can write are essays, / and poetry is perhaps too dead to me to be bothered. / Lines, verses, modes of scansion. / A meter dropped around a poem. / I
by Clockwork
31 lines,
on Jul 23 5:07 PM 2007
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Gasoline breath, heavy asphalt-laden pants. / This is my outfit for work every single day. / I siphon gas out of my trailer every morning and save a little for my ride home, / in my little $500 dollar special. / Del
by Clockwork
32 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 23 4:57 PM 2007
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As if we were monkeys ourselves / we groom our friends, family, and lovers. / Dragging a forty toothed comes against their moist scalp / conditioned by some water-glycerin concoction. / Manicures, and wet hot baths fo
by Clockwork
13 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 23 4:46 PM 2007
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Tipping a hat, or stroking its gut
next to berries and cantaloupe.
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A magenta Hitler stamp with a tinge of lemon zest complements your hair
my favorite prostitute.
by Clockwork
21 lines, 8 comments,
on Apr 12 9:03 AM 2007
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It’s like a dead puppy on the road—
poetry that is.
by Clockwork
28 lines, 2 comments,
on Apr 11 7:32 AM 2007
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I arrive at work,
and I know I have to do
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I saw sand hardened faces moistened by death,
and I could only smile.
by Clockwork
26 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 27 12:59 PM 2007
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I see flaring coals heating up the night,
and the dancing flesh
by Clockwork
21 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 26 3:01 PM 2007
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You asked for a poem of four lines,
and I can't imagine all the different kinds
by Clockwork
3 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 23 12:47 AM 2007
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I can recall the numbing buzzing of cicadas,
on that hot summer day.
by Clockwork
16 lines, 6 comments,
on Mar 22 1:31 PM 2007
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Black is what we'd say
is not a color,
by Clockwork
11 lines, 6 comments,
on Mar 22 1:21 PM 2007
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I told her it was about a hundred years ago
that we met.
by Clockwork
13 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 22 3:32 AM 2007
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My father's wing design is flawed you see,
despite his best efforts I can't go high,
by Clockwork
39 lines, 5 comments,
on Mar 11 4:41 PM 2007
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This poem is a joke on Joyce Kilmer's "Trees."
by Clockwork
10 lines, 1 comment,
on Mar 9 9:39 PM 2007
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I swung my eyes into my skull,
and what they found was empty space.
by Clockwork
10 lines, 7 comments,
on Mar 7 11:58 AM 2007
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Whoever made this Clock was mad;
whatever planned it was assured.
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From hands of Greats, I flung to find
the reasons for those who resign.
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His smashing force upon the keys,
and hair just like a flow’s release.
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