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last night I slept and dreamt
as if I had never walked that particular stretch of beach before
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it starts out like this:
an e x p l o s i o n of erosion into the atmosphere
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8:00 pm
it’s a desert of a world
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she made me laugh, splinters splitting my sides, dripping all over the sidewalk and
staining the cement heartbeat of the city in psychedelic Pentatonic scales.
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tempt me not, you fearsome white stallion!
my hand bears the cross that will mark
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she was whispering sweetly into my ear about how the salt
shaker was glaring
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a man of enormous perception
he was a man of ENORMOUS perception
by Crawl
18 lines, 3 comments,
on Feb 26 10:25 AM 2008. In Thoughts
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by Crawl
0 lines,
on Nov 10 8:19 AM 2007
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supposing i dreamed this:
two birds on a telephone wire
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i remember quite clearly the time of my revelation.
it was noon and my heart was covered with a thin layer of sun
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johnny sits on his back porch and listens to fall
and he thinks about being a gold leaf.
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we should never have lived like we were skyscrapers
the sun painting golden our windows
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breathless, he, child of pineapple summers
with sticky sweet juice crusting and cresting
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if the air was psychedelic
you would say "Earth boy
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there they were 12 feet tall
shuffling towards the amniotic sac
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it's as if i were different
though abnormal vision strains
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sentient deer-horses grazed
on sour India-grass
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this is bitter sweet, jasmine,
but i know no better
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little girl grew up stubborn
as her father and loose
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stars burn the asphalt
leaving fireflies in their wake
by Crawl
5 lines, 6 comments,
on Aug 24 9:28 PM 2007. In Contest
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you and me, strawberry woman, we go back
into gardens where you showed me just how
by Crawl
13 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 24 9:21 PM 2007. In Contest
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don't you twist my palm tree
branches against the wind
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sister dear Sophie you
held the merry-go-round
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dear sirs this is a plea
bury me
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ARMY STRONG
we are STRONG
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your apple of your eye
has been sli///ced
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she writes poems on napkins / in the 24 hour diner on Main street, / staining the words with crumbs / from her blueberry pie, / and i say, "delish, babe. / couldn't have said it better / myself, and i think i
by Crawl
16 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 27 10:01 PM 2007. In Thoughts
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we left the concrete behind us / 50 miles down the dirt road, / a trail of dust risen to the tops of the pine trees / to mark our wherehavewebeen's. / and then we embraced each other, / skin against skin, / w
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why is it you're not allowed to touch / art in galleries? maybe it's just me, / but i'd like to feel Mona's silk skin / and perhaps shake the man thinking / in the corner and tell him to lighten up, / it'll all be f
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is it really all it's cra cked to be? / following your whispers / through shadow-stained bedrooms, / looking for the darker corners / away from the salvation lights. / i don't want to be dressed in
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symmetric, these lines, ours. / no convolutions here, / but / a loophole every inch / or hour / or so. / it isn't much, but / the break in monotony / gets me through the day-by-day / i've come to know s
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"it's rash," Johnny said. / "it's rash, and i don't like it." / he was referring to Channel Six / Censored News. / &nbs
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