

Where's My Sexy Robot Future?Silver shine roiling boiling the mechanical eye, in lead and copper twitching skittering the world gone by.Where's My Sexy Robot Future?
Hiss and smoking creaking kiss and the sexual lie, rust and oil leaking up from consuming lye.


Discipline DistressI.Discipline Distress
I observed a change, linear patriarchy shined, through a prism where the world shatters. Unfettered white light, was diced into disciplines.
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i felt a resolution a bridge of woman flesh laid down to show a connection reconciling finger bones sewing up cuts and mixing the colors


A Revolutionary TopicStupid Victorian Flower CrapA Revolutionary Topic
As I walked then Through the fine glen I disturbed the bobbing flowers I passed by.
Help! Help! said they Our pollen is flown away And our heads are sore knocked we must cry!
I bowed down lowly Taking my hat slowly, Pardon me, my ladies for my fumbling feet.
Tears still flowing They ceased their moaning To whisper, Who is this man we should meet?
Crouched I down quite bold Why I am a man of the mold. A creature of God and Nature fair. &n


The Wind Shakes My FingersThe wind shakes my fingers, Rattling old bones in soft skin, As still and cold as winter, frosting out a crackle-struck whisper, pink skates on frozen ice: creaking leather, too tight laces metal on a frozen lake, Rasping.The Wind Shakes My Fingers
I remember, then, Twigs snapping in the fireplace Agate chunks on the concrete floor reflecting An orange, orange light Where my knees are thrumming and washing over the rocks, Feeling like elephants feet, Long used to the dull ache and broadness of kneeling, Fingers flitting through the flame.
Devious Comments
I think my favorite of yours is Savor.
And your devID, excellent. I lol-smiled and wished I had thought of using those lyrics.
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Ah, Death Bed, it's been ten years since you've eaten!
100 Themes Challenge!
your advice is good.
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Ah, Death Bed, it's been ten years since you've eaten!
100 Themes Challenge!
Also, send me that poem I wrote on the pack of the food postcard...I think it was a spicy custard, or something like that? I'd like to fiddle with it, but I can't remember it well enough to rewrite it.
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If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me. --Shakespeare
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Believing is Seeing.
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Will you be my chocolate moo?
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And how it whispered, 'Oh adhere to me,
For we are bound by symmetry.
Whatever differences our lives have been,
We together make a limb ...'
--"Red Right Ankle", The Decemberists
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Believing is Seeing.
I felt that we tune into lots of similar things, but we do it very differently. That made for an exciting visit. Can I come back? Can I watch?
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
"I'd tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past." Tom Waits
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