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3. / the women i know / they’re furies one and all, / the women i know. / they slash their mouths with curses, / rub ashes in their hair. /by blanketstatement 38 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 30 6:49 PM 2007. In Love
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star-me / star-me / did not die in her sleep. / she did not hulk or gutter, / wheeze out like a dying balloon, / roll over, / slowly become mold. / instead, star-me / was a shrieking gravity bomb.by blanketstatement 35 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 30 6:10 PM 2007. In Weird
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by blanketstatement 13 lines, 3 comments, on Feb 27 10:35 AM 2007. In doggerel verse, thoughts, rhyming
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I forget the red
hearts of cactus. -
I the long wolf gathering shoesneaker reins
and arcing over fences full of barbed wire, -
And neither one of us ask what these mean:
chaff and wheat and steeple, -
I don’t care that she’s humble and all Christian-wise
I don’t care if she makes awesome chili-cheese fries. -
towards the steeples
and their frank cherry-crosses! -
Come: let us dance over
the sprinklers, the mailbox and the dawn on empty streets. -
then with one sigh will i open my chest and release
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hovering by the interstate, his haunches high
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