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Ambiguity marches on like demonized little munchkins
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~Free Verse~ (word bank) (G)
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Superfluous investigatory
tongues on fire
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This blown glass heart of mine shudders and skips,
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M.o.n.o.c.h.r.o.m.a.t.i.c. voodoo
love spells stain my
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A toxic temperament and only a few muttered apologies
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Mango flavored madness drips from my tongue
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Time was used,
in a most familiar way,
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Find me winding my way down the road
or wait for me to drop a line.
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well... i'm up far too late @ night for this to be much good, but what the heck.
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I am a paper mache prodigy
starting to unravel as I descend
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Feelings and words from yesterday
forever lost in the past,
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tiny snow angels hold glitter fairy feasts
Santa Claus gives imaginary presents
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Tuesday It’s a lovely spring day; mauve jacarandas wave
against a cool, ethereal sky, shape a precious frame.
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Midnight shatters her concentration
with thoughts that ricochet
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You bring the word bank & I'll bring the poetry.
Muahahahah!
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Self medicating
with Quaaludes and Xanax,
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Death by absinthe and I melt like a sugar-cube in the flame.
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The asperity of your emotion
bleeds yesterday
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Tattoos of the eye of Horus
watch my back
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My misfortune flashes in neon water colors and static panic,
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Freedom seeps from the fissures
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Masquerading in the abbatoir of my mind,
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The rapture of my youth bleeds zeitgeist wishes
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Black lights refract in a glass room
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Disguised under quiet storms and
wicked green vanity,
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Words not used: careen, fortitude, heighten, quickening, ripple.
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I am backing away from destiny
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Paint my soul in gasoline dreams
as I smoke my last cigarette,
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Dominating night falls
brutally around my ears,
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Waiting by the frozen window
Your cellophane smile etched into your lifeless face
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In the moments
before sleep overtakes
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My lost dreams
are reflected back
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A pretty girl,
wrapped in razor bones
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An anthology of art
births blissful creativity
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My presence' whispers
in tones of sugar
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