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I heard from a friend br
by HiramDiaz
27 lines,
on Nov 27 8:57 PM 2006
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we talked of pithy things under the emerald awning, br
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by HiramDiaz
35 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 27 8:47 PM 2006
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lazily resting at 90 degrees,
casting slight shadows around its base
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close your mouth and swallow my words,
words bitter like our fly infested milk.
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and wrapping it around a set of disembodied couch cushions embedded in a sea of vagabond trinkets.
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cement, bricks and tar
and the scrapes of avian
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that I draw lines through
to reveal a moist pink flesh.
by HiramDiaz
28 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 20 2:05 AM 2004. In Love
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the sky is an equation amongst nomadic mongrels
and your face is a field of yellow carnations
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setence fragments are lodged
in my skin, grammatical shrapnel,
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In Plato's world of eternal forms,
getting the finger from your soul,
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birthing a litter of yelping neuroses
neither one of us can afford
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and as I speak
I set books ablaze.
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her voluted body
spreads over a white sheet
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thinned hollow by acids
and serrated fragments of dense oxygen
by HiramDiaz
17 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 1 12:35 AM 2004. In Sad
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she smiles
into a rusting frying pan
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crippled pigeons spill onto the velvet smooth blue canvass
like flecks of graywhiteblackwhitegrey oil paint
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It's hard not to sing
on nights like this.
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We are surrounded by strangers
who are also lighting cigarettes
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you're in superman underoos
flying from the window sill to the love seat
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Snow decorates gray
patches of hardened concrete,
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shimmer on the mirror's glass / baby
dance across the fucking room / baby
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Your scent lingers like homeless men
around a spilled can of trash
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let's die together, smiling.
embracing one another's appearances
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beyond the syllabic vibrations
adjacent to the near end rhymes
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imperceptible,
clever tricks
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they watch her crawl /
drawling in speech
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When I'm done, I'll spin
the curvaceous spruce box.
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I've heard you tell me
the exact same thing.
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ruminations, deliberations,
contorted in fickle gray fetters
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her coming on the clouds delayed. I spent
Time's strength and lost to cold eternity.
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sexless, virginal, pure, chaste--translucently nude they go from century to century in a blazing chariot
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cracked outward from the center
until the borders are sand
by HiramDiaz
13 lines, 3 comments,
on Feb 16 8:49 PM 2004. In Love
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