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So you think I can | Now Lost in Wonderland | Page 2
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So you think I can. Book love, authors, and quotes…. Hiding in plain sight. Newer posts →. January 2, 2010 · 1:21 pm. I’ve been absent…. In that time, I got fat again. This happened because I stopped running. I stopped running because I was falling out of love and didn’t want to think about it. Anyhow, Bah on them. I am a good poet. Bastards. August 16, 2009 · 5:18 pm. On the perfection in small mistakes. This is post no. 1 in a series of photo’s taken from my life and poems written about them&...Thru he...
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Words from a Blanket Fort: March 2014
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Words from a Blanket Fort. Thursday, March 13, 2014. Gerontion and the Young Man Old. When most hear the name T.S. Eliot, the first thought that comes to mind is The Wasteland. The work by Eliot that I would like to discuss today was originally written to be the preface to The Wasteland. But with great influence by Ezra Pound, Gerontion. Gerontion’s role in history is a little obscure, all he tells us is that, “I was neither at the hot gates-. Do you think your actions can save you? In Wolpe’s poem...
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Matryoshka | So you think I can
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So you think I can. Book love, authors, and quotes…. Hiding in plain sight. Sunday morning, 5am, 1986. These Winds →. April 5, 2010 · 5:24 pm. She is your little wooden. Doll Her smile perpetually. Cheery, hair perfectly smooth. Her clothes are pressed, well detailed,. They cling to her frame. See her round. Waist, how it curves in, but not too much. Her glossy finish flashes in the light: she shines. Without any effort, you get inside her. Outer layer. Behind each ornate finish,. Solid where she was.
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Self reflection | So you think I can
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So you think I can. Book love, authors, and quotes…. Hiding in plain sight. You can buy it on the TV. Sunday morning, 5am, 1986 →. January 7, 2010 · 10:58 pm. God, why am I so. Cliche, I mean poetry about. God, stupid poet me,. Shut the hell up. You can buy it on the TV. Sunday morning, 5am, 1986 →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Follow ...
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The Sewers of Lingere | So you think I can
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So you think I can. Book love, authors, and quotes…. Hiding in plain sight. I’ve been absent…. Night snow run →. January 2, 2010 · 2:11 pm. The Sewers of Lingere. They stitch lace to satin,. Their fingers, tiny movements. Of needle and thread. Putting together. These tiny pieces of lust, they imagine. With every small pair the first time. A boy slid his hands down their backs. To push down this tantalizing gateway. To new life. The day wears on,. The pieces of fabric swell, they grow. Buy me a cheap drin...
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Night snow run | So you think I can
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So you think I can. Book love, authors, and quotes…. Hiding in plain sight. The Sewers of Lingere. You can buy it on the TV →. January 6, 2010 · 1:20 am. When she began, the first snowflakes. Fell gently, hanging sparce in the black. Air Each one that landed on her coat,. On her hair gave speed to her footfalls. As she ran, the snow, too, gained speed. It began to lie in an altering blanket on cars,. Began to make the crack in the sidewalk. Look gentler, easy. She left her doorway,. The Sewers of Lingere.
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Sunday morning, 5am, 1986 | So you think I can
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So you think I can. Book love, authors, and quotes…. Hiding in plain sight. April 4, 2010 · 10:48 am. Sunday morning, 5am, 1986. Sunday morning, 5am, 1986. He woke us to stumble to the truck, or he didn’t. He carried us, blanket swaddled, our limbs loose,. All elbows, all bones and lolling heads. He lay us. Against one another in the backseat. No matter. How gently we were left there, the growl and smog. Of the diesel engine would wake us, send us to look. And our father sitting in the front seat. Fill i...
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You can buy it on the TV | So you think I can
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So you think I can. Book love, authors, and quotes…. Hiding in plain sight. Self reflection →. January 7, 2010 · 10:53 pm. You can buy it on the TV. You’ve been waiting for this. They brought you boiled eggs. In yellow plastic holders. From the altar of your microwave. They’ve insured you. Never have to be without. The safety of your cacoon. Once, you bought a cure. For your rough feet, your acne,. Your dry lips, your flabby tummy/thighs/arms/. But now, they’ve done it. For your call, your credit. You ar...
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These Winds | So you think I can
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So you think I can. Book love, authors, and quotes…. Hiding in plain sight. April 16, 2010 · 7:25 pm. Our windows are open. She tells me they sleep on raised beds. In the Caribbean to feel scented breezes grazing bodies and faces. The day is hot. My skin is burnt. I ask her to move. There with me: she smiles, kisses my forehead, reflects. On the job opportunities in such a place. Cold air on my burns. Raises goose bumps . This air sweeps in from over the city,. Colorado. Before that? Enter your comment h...
