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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings: February 2010
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings. A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker. Sunday, February 28, 2010. When the Lights Stop Flashing. When the lights stop flashing, my countenance sinks. I feel an ebbing life wisp through the air, ruffling my mind. Someone's granddad just died. When the lights stop flashing, I sigh as I drive. I'm heading somewhere important, but my presence lags behind. Someone's wife just died. Wednesday, February 24, 2010. It is their accusing eyes that...
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings: August 2011
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings. A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker. Thursday, August 18, 2011. Brianlooney.blogspot.com has relocated to reclusewritings.wordpress.com. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States. View my complete profile. Free anarcho-punk album downloads. Project Gutenberg: Free literature online. Sonya Looney, The sister. Web of Truth And Lies.
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings: October 2009
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings. A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker. Thursday, October 15, 2009. He sat there at the bench,. The early sun intruding,. Shining through stone walls,. Onto his black, black eyes,. His face was tired,. Slack and indifferent,. But the eyes shined,. While his badge glittered,. My heart nearly froze,. As recognition bloomed,. And hatred pollinated,. Attracting strange insects,. To my revolting self. Fear for the future,. Froze my soul,.
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings: August 2009
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings. A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker. Friday, August 21, 2009. There is a lone pussy. Wandering in the night. It responds to my call. But my nightmare voice. Puts it on guard. Where will its spry legs. Pounce its young body to? Wednesday, August 19, 2009. Is your whirlwind blowing? My dirty hair is ruffled,. I just thought that it was you. Some spidery fingers,. Have sifted through my hair. Is your whirlwind blowing? And snap the seams.
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings: Update
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings: August 2010
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings. A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker. Friday, August 27, 2010. Her icy face sparkled palely, the cratered moon. My loving fingers timidly quivered on her sapphire neck, frigid stings in the flashback eve. Sadness fogs her breath as it droops from her mouth in a tired sigh. Her sapped, sea-breeze skin is taut and unreactive, absolutely timeless. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States. Hello all. If you ac...
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings: July 2009
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings. A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker. Monday, July 27, 2009. In the Ghost Town. In the ghost town your steps echo against walls whose paint is chipped and faded, whose molested fibers exude strange, musty smells. The wind is a worrisome companion, occupying the dark void behind shattered window panes. In the ghost town, you hesitate to breathe, lest you disturb the nameless silence and attract Fear. The animals' fight is all around me.
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings: January 2010
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings. A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker. Saturday, January 30, 2010. Look down my endless throat. It wants light but how unnatural it would be to shine one on it. Deep down dark bile bubbles, threatening to surface. In my throat there is tension and torture and swollen glands. At the bottom there is a frustrated heart. It is self-aware and stronger now. But it has filled the peaceful void. My prognosis is positive; what is yours, doctor?
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings: December 2010
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings. A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker. Thursday, December 9, 2010. All that ever was, all that ever will be in this life, is you. Pain and pleasure come and go along with people, passing like the weather: snow, rain.shine. All one can do is clothe oneself. For when the smoke clears, there you are- the same you. A conglomeration of experiences since you passed from the womb, marred but true. Tuesday, December 7, 2010. Today I stood, and ...
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings: July 2010
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Brian Looney's Unstable Outpourings. A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker. Saturday, July 24, 2010. Faded and gray speckles a used face. A dull sheen, an aged expanse, are neglect's resentful styles. The particles settle and congeal, stilled in death, shrouding freshness. Withered is the room that houses these. And yet, and yet. Recapture clarity, idle souls! As we wipe the dust away and toss our years aside. Our fears greet us,. Our joys reclaim us,. And the dappled veil,.