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You can call the smell of flowers pungent You can call the formation of the stars chaotic
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We zoom low panning a road
Geared with glass protection
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Our eyes are the planets
Planets are our eyes
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Distorted are the sounds when the lightning hits the ground
But I do not wonder when the thunder comes around
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Sinking in the quicksand
Never took so long
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Shards the size of sand seep down my esophagus
In a sore throat throbbing with insecurity
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Breathe baby breathe
Like a tornado in the evening
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Pounding
Decibles are dancing
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Dead dalmatians floating in LED weighted water
Where consciousness is a blotter of black ink
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Wicked willows on the refrain / Sitting softly in the film grain / Exposed to summers dry slumber / These routes wilt and tilt upwards / To
by sand drifter
23 lines, 22 comments,
on Jul 11 12:52 AM 2007
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I’m looking through an hourglass into outer space / Positioning the pedestal in its proper upright stance / Petulant peace becomes obscure / Trapped like sap and asking for more / When the green grass grows &
by sand drifter
20 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 11 12:39 AM 2007
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Bottom of the barrel / With liquids seeping out the sides /
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We strive for perfection wherever it be / Could care less about rules or sympathy / When our reputation is at stake / We don't think twice
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Desert drowning / Soaked in oil / Evaporating fears / Into dusty topsoil / Hear the guns recoil? / Forty-something years since blood began
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[poem under construction]
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Oh glorius, Find me in the cube of space
But do not worry, Tis just a mental place
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If your means of transportation / Does not require a light / Then reflectors are a good idea / As helmets may be also / But steering wheels
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In a nutshell, pecans / Are bittersweet / Lightly sugared with / Deliciousness / And dry enough to eat / Chopped / Diced & / Chipped / Have
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Eat / Drink / Sleep / And the hearse will drive you home / To barren lands of abandon / Where the 3-leaf clovers roam / A stark stencil of
by sand drifter
34 lines, 4 comments,
on Jul 6 11:45 AM 2007
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Marlboro Medium Menthol Monoxide / Green fuzzy slippers slide across the hardwood floor / As the smoke simmers silently above / Exasperatin
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Road map directions torn
Into confetti where the ink blots
Capture decapitated
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Needing sunlight to absorb the warmth
In the early days of this March month
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Springtime The February few who wouldn’t bite off more than they could chew
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Green trees, green grass: a leprechaun’s paradise
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As the rain drips sterile And the wind carries soft
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Autistic aneurisms augmented and arrogated
Appetizing Astronomy under concave shells
by sand drifter
46 lines, 9 comments,
on Feb 27 4:45 AM 2007
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