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30+: to none of you
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Wednesday, January 14, 2009. To none of you. The essence of your last words has betrayed what was written. Or, rather, I was the one who sneaked in just enough to see you’re. Alive, still writing and reviewing and asking to click your links,. Still quoting dead men’s wisdoms in an effort to bury your fears of. Being told that you’re a crying baby at the church’s door,. Of being abandoned by your surrogate mothers. That you collected at the departure gates, campus dormitories,. View my complete profile.
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30+: 09/01/2007 - 10/01/2007
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Saturday, September 22, 2007. En route to J-town. Dirty laundry we dump elsewhere. This hotel room,. These thoughts of quitting,. Restarting, these rented. Whispers in the ear,. Those looming dark clouds over me -. Are to be read. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. En route to J-town. Samabe Bali Resort and Villas. There was an error in this gadget. There was an error in this gadget. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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30+: 10/01/2007 - 11/01/2007
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007. When the grey clouds swarm over my head,. I just move an inch away from your soul. We’ve learned to march on, we part, we hesitate. Your dark side knows why a song climbs to a climax. Then, your decrescendo and. The tinkling of my empty glass on the table. Which spool is playing now? Our bodies lie still,. Un-betrothed, thus the story goes, thus the story will end. Ears impaired by cries of the souls groping for the light. Your eyes grow tired, my words do little to ease up.
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30+: you
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Thursday, February 03, 2011. You don’t stop. Wants don’t stay. Until I simply am. Dew on your window. Until a night walk. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. If I could quit poetry, I would. Every time I sit there. Samabe Bali Resort and Villas. There was an error in this gadget. There was an error in this gadget. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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30+: If I could quit poetry, I would
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Sunday, February 06, 2011. If I could quit poetry, I would. I have a psychic friend. Who reads people’s faces. We hadn’t met for years,. One day, upon seeing me again,. He said, “Why? You’re a poet now? There was regret in his tone,. So obvious I felt it stung me. I wonder which part of my face. Had changed “poetically” for him. It was two years ago. When I only had a thin chapbook. Of eleven pieces of rubbish. I was, socially, ashamed of. While watching my students. Struggling with their exams,. Chests,...
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30+: Infatuation
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Saturday, November 03, 2012. I accepted your offer to infuse myself with a cup of trivial joy. And with bites of of finger cookies left from last Halloween. Our souls embraced each other like a fly trapped in a spider web. I licked your youthful charm on the brim of my glass. You giggled, showing off your dimples; clothes wet but intact. And from your mouth, another proposition for another day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. 3: 10 to the Dance Floor (Murder by a Pen).
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30+: 11/01/2012 - 12/01/2012
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Thursday, November 15, 2012. 3: 10 to the Dance Floor (Murder by a Pen). The pen that's deadly - I've used it to kill a handful of names. All men that once mattered, one or two with haunting ghosts. I put each name every time my heart could not contain. Names - sometimes initials - that became uncontrollably wild. The pen was not any of those men's genital; it was always mine. A psychic lady told me not to put a man's name in writing. For my own welfare, she said, else someone was betraying.
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30+: 3: 10 to the Dance Floor (Murder by a Pen)
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Thursday, November 15, 2012. 3: 10 to the Dance Floor (Murder by a Pen). The pen that's deadly - I've used it to kill a handful of names. All men that once mattered, one or two with haunting ghosts. I put each name every time my heart could not contain. Names - sometimes initials - that became uncontrollably wild. The pen was not any of those men's genital; it was always mine. A psychic lady told me not to put a man's name in writing. For my own welfare, she said, else someone was betraying.
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30+: Kabar Angin di Sebuah Kafe
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Monday, January 23, 2012. Kabar Angin di Sebuah Kafe. Hatiku memilihmu kerna rapuhmu. Kerna lirih liku jalanmu yang keliru. Terbuyar lamunku, ragumu,. Tiada hak kepemilikan hati. Yang menyanyi rona sara sendiri. Mau itu pun hanya tubuh mati. Ketika jari menyentuh bilik jantungmu. Ia juga mengarang fabel lain. Agar matamu terbawa letih mengejar. Lalu terbang terenggut angin. Jika ketakhirauan lahir dari hirau,. Mengapa jiwaku kelu meragu? Atau mungkin ini baru setengah jalan. View my complete profile.
