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LEAD PAINT ESSAY: May 2009
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DON'T CRUMPLE UP ON ME NOW. WE'RE JUST GETTING TO THE GOOD BITS. YOUR COLLAPSING TRICK DOESN'T WORK ON ME. IT IS JUST TOO RIDICULOUS. ONCE I WORE NOTHING BUT A FISH COSTUME TO BED. MY LOVELY OTHER, THOUGHT IT WAS SO HOT. FUNNY THING IS, HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE FISH. A TUMBLED GLASS AND SPILLED PILLS ALL OVER THE FLOOR. THREE DAYS WASTING AWAY. SO BEYOND UNFORTUNATE FOR THE ONE WHO FOUND YOU OUT. I BET YOU HAUNT HIS DREAMS ALL THOSE DAYS AWAKE FLYING METAL BIRDS HIGH IN THE SKY. YOU REALLY RUINED IT. I DIDN'...
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LEAD PAINT ESSAY: Goodbye complete thought.
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Welcome to your introduction. Put on the blindfold. No more thoughts, now. Good, all set then. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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LEAD PAINT ESSAY: Melan de Colia
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Wrapped in tight green vines. Feelings of loss yet to be. A looming knowing,. In, in an already narrow. Blue water rising rising. And sometimes stones neatly piled. Upon mine fragile chest. Are the hardest to see. The brittlest feeling is the. Eluding to unknown crashing down and. Clenching fists before slumbers rest. Only to awaken,. Uncertain to be awake,. Converging upon two lines. Of absolute asymmetry,. The anxious wolf tames a quiet lion. Labels: 30th of June. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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LEAD PAINT ESSAY: March 2010
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Not for the hour. For those who wait. Steep stones flat and dark. Arrive every step to catch. Links to this post. Clockwise moves the hand. These tree lined minds. Our starry eyed stares. We saw right in. Links to this post. Wrapped about your neck. The brush of lips. The bloom at our feet. The salt sea air. Blows upon my throat. Where you put your hands. Links to this post. A Dead Man's Breast. And Down the Hall. Criss Cross the Skies. We Run Through Streets. The Lime Light Dims. Links to this post.
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LEAD PAINT ESSAY: FINDS:
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THIS WAY AND THAT. ALL OVER THE PLACE. CAN'T CATCH THEM FAST ENOUGH. CAN'T CONNECT THE WORD. CAN'T BREATHE THE RIGHT BREATH. FROM NINE TO FIVE. SQUARE IN THE MOUTH. POURING MUCK FROM THE MIND. SOGGY THOUGHT PROCESS DROWNING. DESTROYING THE CONCEPT TO IGNORE. SIX FLOORS UP TO NINE TO FIVE. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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LEAD PAINT ESSAY: September 2009
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Encapsulate in arms embrace. Hanging onto all that's left. The land about us. The floor has sank beneath us. The walls have crumbled. Hot breath to keep warm by. Having encountered unkind hands. Walked a tireless walk in step. Miles moved and no distance made. Links to this post. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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LEAD PAINT ESSAY: June 2009
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We whisper each others words. Links to this post. Into one hand held one. That can't hang on. A walk around the world. Infests the daily rituals of today. Invest in my daily ritual. Tomorrow sows the seed of today. A matter of fact smile on your face. Or a wince of eye and cheek. Encompassed in the process of thought. The where the when and when. Unknowingly agitating the calm. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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LEAD PAINT ESSAY: February 2010
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One up strong arm. Right up to the boiling explosion point. STAND STILL INSIDE THE BEEHIVE. A garments worth away from sleep. Interlocking chain of defeat and contentment. A chase of wind, it blows through cracks in glass. The cold light, electrical light peers through slits in drapes. His warmth against my back as we say goodnights. My mind drifts from thought to thought to dream. I squirm in sleep. Twisting. finding that fit of kneecaps in back of knees. Cold war stones have fallen. We make our nests.
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LEAD PAINT ESSAY: April 2010
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The cold black flats. He bites his little tongue. Still flicker their way. Through his cruel teeth. Ring around the ring finger. Cross the salt mines. I can't hear a thing. Tight ball of twine. Breathe. Then swim. Links to this post. Links to this post. Not so old, and oh so found. The wind blows out their candles. The sun ruins their. A triangle on the. A brush across my hip. I pull them in. And let them go. All but one and three. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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LEAD PAINT ESSAY: August 2011
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Displaced, home is up the stairs. Those two old hens, walk forwards and back, cackle and cryptic. Moaning and groaning of the air out there. Two hand sanded blast beats eradicate from gypsy monday mornings. Calloused hands and chipped toenails scrape this cold tile floor. Prying away at the finished edges. Tanks full of petrified petrol. Cavernous windows opening up to last centuries wishes. Yesterdays demise invites you over for dinner. Wraps it up in a toilet bowl drown fest. Links to this post.
