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Crashing the Trash Can Lid | Muse Palace
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What People Are Saying. Dark and dangerous content wrapped in pink taffeta and topped with a tiara: Poetry by Susan Cossette Eng. Laquo; Bathtub Madonna. Crashing the Trash Can Lid. August 11, 2015 by musepalace. Clank Bash. Smash. I slam the galvanized lid down. It is not one of those. Politically correct recycling bins with wheely wheels. It is old school. It makes noise and has dents,. It stinks of piss and lies and scum. And it makes a big metallic bam. Go on, toss your shit in it. Notify me of new c...
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That Place | Muse Palace
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What People Are Saying. Dark and dangerous content wrapped in pink taffeta and topped with a tiara: Poetry by Susan Cossette Eng. Laquo; Sunday at the Met. July 5, 2015 by musepalace. His voice had never sounded so cold. But it wasn’t really–. What it was,. Was utter self-control,. And I had never been quite so bold. To let myself slip. Willingly into a black hole. To the strobelight soundtrack,. Of his words, words, words–. They coax and cajole. Flickering, flashing in wild assault. When they take hold:.
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May | 2015 | Muse Palace
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What People Are Saying. Dark and dangerous content wrapped in pink taffeta and topped with a tiara: Poetry by Susan Cossette Eng. Archive for May, 2015. On May 29, 2015 3 Comments. A nasty storm churns. To the east–. One side of my sky turns. Hazy sun to the west, over the sea. The clotted air clamps,. I can listen and watch. Not even when the tree leaves blow. To show their white veined undersides. To close windows–. Cursing the murky uncertainty. You, pompous bald-headed boss,. Showed me the door.
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August | 2015 | Muse Palace
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What People Are Saying. Dark and dangerous content wrapped in pink taffeta and topped with a tiara: Poetry by Susan Cossette Eng. Archive for August, 2015. Random Quatrains, Examined from the Present. On August 22, 2015 Leave a Comment. On long-ago snow days. In my mind–. Over cheap lukewarm coffee. We sat sulking, silently, sort of. Reading old poems and talking. Half aware of the words, and ourselves. Our dreams grew silent. We watched the six o’clock news. We alternated golden, then grey. Up my knees,.
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Bathtub Madonna | Muse Palace
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What People Are Saying. Dark and dangerous content wrapped in pink taffeta and topped with a tiara: Poetry by Susan Cossette Eng. Laquo; Waltzing Toward Armageddon. Crashing the Trash Can Lid. August 9, 2015 by musepalace. In memory of Camille, 1955-2015. In your wildflower garden. Peeking from the furls of a simple flowing robe,. A crown of silvery stars–. Foot crushing a stone serpent,. Is her gaze all-knowing,. Or simply the artifice of the sculptor’s hands? In your wildflower garden–. You are comment...
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July | 2015 | Muse Palace
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What People Are Saying. Dark and dangerous content wrapped in pink taffeta and topped with a tiara: Poetry by Susan Cossette Eng. Archive for July, 2015. On July 5, 2015 Leave a Comment. His voice had never sounded so cold. But it wasn’t really–. What it was,. Was utter self-control,. And I had never been quite so bold. To let myself slip. Willingly into a black hole. To the strobelight soundtrack,. Of his words, words, words–. They coax and cajole. Flickering, flashing in wild assault. Just breathe, baby.
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Waltzing Toward Armageddon | Muse Palace
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What People Are Saying. Dark and dangerous content wrapped in pink taffeta and topped with a tiara: Poetry by Susan Cossette Eng. Laquo; That Place. August 2, 2015 by musepalace. What false god guides the cosmos,. On its broken steel axis. The twisted and tortured. All powerless to rise. Stand side by side. With saints and wellwishers. In porcellain plasticity–. Cursing the clotted sky. The silk strings round. Our wrists and feet. To produce this dance. The human race has no chance. Animal, or otherwise.
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Sunday at the Met | Muse Palace
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What People Are Saying. Dark and dangerous content wrapped in pink taffeta and topped with a tiara: Poetry by Susan Cossette Eng. Laquo; Your Sybarite. Sunday at the Met. July 3, 2015 by musepalace. I brush a smooth finger. Down the throat of Apollo. It is your symmetry,. I kneel at his feet. Drink from his cold perfection–. Fixed fast on his pedastal. Your dark chaos,. His eyes dance with laughter. Over my shivering flesh. The chase begins,. A pas de deux. I wander, wild-eyed and hungry.
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What People Are Saying. Dark and dangerous content wrapped in pink taffeta and topped with a tiara: Poetry by Susan Cossette Eng. July 7, 2016 by musepalace. My legs and arms dismembered, in dusty boxes. Babydoll mannequin bits,. Among scattered sequins and feather boa shards. My head stares curiously at the indifferent world,. From the dresser wigstand. The circus freak that is me. Completely formed, but scattered. In pieces round the room. I blinked, I disappeared. Then my Cheshire cat grin came back.