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they say I talk to spiders I whisper into open windows,
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Shrouded in misty wisps of silken gray, Kneeling beside the glowing dew-soaked ring
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Denial of domestic woes
Clean dishes, clean clothes
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Blearily rolled over,
Face contorted in
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We're an American Brand
We're an American Brand
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Great Goddess Pele Burning ember eyes of flame
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I bit my fist, sobbing as my baby grinned,
Waving from the window of that friendly little bus.
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greedily licking at the dripping rain
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side to side to side to side rows of female flesh
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Jogging through the misty gale At slow but steady speed
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Bent beneath the Bradford Pear, Pink knees drawn up to her armpits
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I found freedom to be a savage beast
an unknown in the concrete,
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diamond eyes, diamond hair glittering facets of kaleidoscopic wonder
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If I were God
I'd cup you in
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the found her under the overpass
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if I'd known how many mosquito lies
your sweet little mouth would say--
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condom sales go up as the sun sets on the pier--
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Crumpled pixie stix Strewn across battered notebooks
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a crumpled list floats down
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Oh, the creatures he loves! Where to start? No Terrier pup or Irish Setter...
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Brow-to-brow, fingers clenched, neverending
In a continuous twist of salt skin,
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Diluted echoes of their faces
Randomly shift in clouds, in glass
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No soul would seek to shift these sands.
No umbrella, striped towel, plastic ball would ever bee seen.
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He took more than the secret she saved
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The frying pan lands with such a satisfying smack, The shattered plates glitter so beautifully across the floor
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You were mine the instant I saw you-- Your head bent in concentration,
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And so Eric and Ariel lived happily ever after-- Or, Eric did, at least,
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a calm oasis within the chaos of life
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How can such a roar be released from his
Great beak? The rumble shakes one's very bones.
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a little pink slip so innocuous
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Compared with apples, riddled with such angst,
It's no wonder fury fills the circle.
by Pheo
13 lines, 13 comments,
on Mar 16 9:28 PM
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