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doggerel deluge: 09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Friday, September 17, 2004. Heart shaped pillows sit on the bed unused. I found the darkest corner of your footlocker to sleep in. Next to your diary and worn out black chucks. To keep the rain out. I wanted to tell you i wanted to be in your room with the lights off. I wanted to hear to sound of your room asleep. I wanted to know that the blankets really felt like heaven. I wanted to know you. Past your blouse and. To the tomb of the secrets you held from me.
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doggerel deluge: 11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Saturday, November 06, 2004. I scratch the back of my hand. Its an older hand. Lost its plumpness to new wrinkles. These hands belong to someone elese. I turn my head away from my own skin in disbelief. I am sitting in a coffee bar,. Warmed by the pressence of old friends. More than with coffee i sip. A red ribbon pulls my hair away from my face. A gesture i carry with a memory of a girl. I once knew in polka dots. I feel age creeping into me. As i sip and sip.
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doggerel deluge: 10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Tuesday, October 05, 2004. A case of the mean reds. Is what we have today. The weather no doubt. Fall into your diamond dreams and. Into lonely small bungalows. Meet my other names. We'll have a coctail or two. And arms around shoulders. That i 'love you. I love you.'. I want to crawl into your. Its the only way. To love a pretty girl. Posted by opalina at 10:29 AM. OakCiff, usa, United States. View my complete profile. 100 things about me*.
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doggerel deluge: 05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Tuesday, May 25, 2004. Red and blue holy. Stars hid their eyes. And music stikes one lonely beat. And that was all. Until the final chord. Posted by opalina at 7:27 PM. Ohoh she sounds like the sidewalks are empty. The swing of her steps and. The ice of the fingers of trees. As she sweeps off the moondust of all of my faces,. Her tears leave the traces. With a promise of a morning. That will never come to pass. I would kiss you. To stop dancing oh so fast.
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doggerel deluge: 02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Thursday, February 10, 2005. Because you were a writer,. You posed with a railroad brakesman's rule book. In pockt, couch pillows airing on the fire escape. On a lower east side manhatten pad,. Holding a smoke between the fingers that. To the mouth that verbed deep colours. Into fist fits so casually. In Levi's pockets,. You look like a lover i never had,. A lover i long for in the sickly green fadeout. Black and white blues,. You were 'indulgent and huge'.
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Thursday, May 12, 2005. Thru dark thick ranges. Of her jet black hair. And tall silver scaffolding. I am always taken by her fingers. Thin delicate knots and knuckles. Fingers raking thru mad mop of hair. Eyes a thousand and one miles away. To sleep in her winn dixie dream. To take her far away into something. I have not imagined yet. Posted by opalina at 2:42 PM. OakCiff, usa, United States. View my complete profile. 100 things about me*. Ink and Blood.Net.
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doggerel deluge: 03/01/2004 - 04/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Wednesday, March 31, 2004. I am leading my life from the kitchen table. Watching the world pass by on its cloudy footsteps. Thru insincere manicured lawns. I know you understand. I am leading my life from the sad plains of Texas. With memories of snapping powdery bazooka Joe. Bubble gum until my jaw hurt,. Riding banana seat bicycles with cardboard in the spokes,. And in summer eating hot watermelon by the bare handful. Dangling from my toes into infinity,.
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Tuesday, August 30, 2005. Don't make a noise. Don't make a breath. Arms wraped around ourselves. We knew it was coming. But i didnt know. Don't move an inch. The silent wall between us can't. Around the false hopes we. And all at once. With the bones of our. And there we will. The funeral in our bed. I am still here. Sighing out the window into. I am still here. Staring at the skyline. And multitudes of forgiveness. For yet undone deeds. They are out there.
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Sunday, April 10, 2005. To the stone front. And the crazy plastic owl that turns his. Head slowly in the passing breeze. There are 2 dos exis. Boxes in front of your house out with the. The tree in the yard is nice and full. The dog with white whiskers. Sleeps on the floor. You are the same.and i am too. To staring at the stone Buddha. And the the glass pebbles in the dish next to the serenity. Sand zen garden with tiny rakes i want to touch. With her and ask.
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doggerel deluge: 04/01/2004 - 05/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Tuesday, April 13, 2004. For a fortune of fantasies in my fancy. I'll keep you twisting in my mind. I won't exhale the last of you. Till I taste your lips again. Buddha mind and karma soul. You want to read me. I want to write you. Like two hands drawing one another. We slip and trade. Between bareness and open. Behind the shut blinds. And hands clasped hard. There are no promises we've made. And the zen click moments of. The reality of us. Wont let me rest.
