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Lucid Scheming: Appeal ★★★★
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Wednesday, October 2, 2013. Appeal ★★★★. It would appeal more to my sense of dramatics and poetics. If I could say that I were a poison in the veins of the world. The rivers of prosperity torn bereft. All turned to ruin at my touch. I could adorn myself with beautiful tragedy. And denigrate the horrible monster of myself. If only my endless good will did not hold me back. To be emperor of man if not for the sake of altruism. Still, I could pull open the wardrobe of my life. And weigh myself down in sorrow.
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Lucid Scheming: For "Return Inside" ★★★★
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Monday, December 10, 2012. For "Return Inside" ★★★★. It is like breathing. Not in that it is uncontrolled. I can manage my inhales and exhales. Speed them up or slow them down. Or still them completely. Breath is so effortless and easy. Rather, it is like. The rise and fall of my diaphragm. As it pulls in life,. This vague crest and dip of ocean waves. I feel the sense of myself. The worst part being,. The feeling of just regaining self,. Whole and complete,. And sensing it being pulled away,. As I drift...
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Lucid Scheming: Things I Need ★★
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012. Things I Need ★★. Its time I'm off shopping. For the things I need. And a wedge of cheese. And bits of dreams. A bulb of garlic. And fresh mint leaves. The pale soft glimmer. Of the moon at sea. The smell of winter. Fish oil to keep. Of a man in flannel. And torn up jeans. The things I need. The things I need. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Always getting into trouble, but always interesting. View my complete profile. Things I Need ★★.
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Lucid Scheming: December 2013
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Friday, December 20, 2013. Storm ★★★. My stomach turns itself into knots. Balling up like the riggings. Of a storm swept schooner. Tightening within my neck. Wringing like the hands of the priest father. Like the hands of the capsized mother. Over a hole six feet deep. But just three feet long. Carving a hole into my heart. A socket choked with roots. Cut open like nerves. Bleaching in the open air. Severed in the act. And in only a moment. The failing structure collapses. And I dig into myself.
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Lucid Scheming: February 2015
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Tuesday, February 24, 2015. Swallow ★★★★. We live in an empire without sun. My life is bathed in sodium lights. Moments are stolen from the inky blackness. As if I were harvesting the dark. I yearn for the smile that splits open your face. And pours the lights from your lips. I used to take flight. Upon the space within that slight crease. As if the world existed. Between the tip of your tongue. And the white of your teeth. Perhaps you swallowed me up. When you drank the world down. And see the sun.
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Lucid Scheming: July 2012
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Saturday, July 14, 2012. Weathering ★★★. We hadn't intended to have a hurricane party. But the morning after we danced and drank. And fell asleep in piles on couches and blankets. Breakfast was soda and chips. And leftover Thai food. We stood on the porch. Wearing yesterday's clothes,. And swim trunks,. Watching the rain come down in sheets. And making great spinning gyres. That came over the hoods of passing cars. And above it all, ominous. Was the distant wail of a siren. And a disembodied voice. Of th...
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Lucid Scheming: October 2011
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011. Close ★★. Never one to extend himself,. He stands three steps behind perfection. Resisting any attempt I make. To polish his edges,. To revoke the artist's hand. He builds me up,. Wears me out,. And with a devil's grin. He wraps me in his arms. Presses my face against his body. And pulls me into him. Monday, October 24, 2011. Promise ★★★★. She wears a technicolor coat. Of mismatched experiences,. Of scraps of paradigms,. That don’t quite. Line up at the seams. On her sleeves,.
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Lucid Scheming: Burn ★★★★
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Wednesday, October 2, 2013. Burn ★★★★. I might admit to a feeling of uneasiness. If I was still capable of such things. If I could scrape free the blind from my eyes. Or raise the veil that clouds my thoughts. His body is the cup my feelings spill into. Yet each drop sinks. Into a spiraling void. Twinkling like stars in the darkness. There is a flicker. Like a flame on the tip of my tongue. I could fall bodily into that. My entire self consumed inside of him. Burned alive or fading out. I hear a buzzing.
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Lucid Scheming: November 2012
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012. Things I Need ★★. Its time I'm off shopping. For the things I need. And a wedge of cheese. And bits of dreams. A bulb of garlic. And fresh mint leaves. The pale soft glimmer. Of the moon at sea. The smell of winter. Fish oil to keep. Of a man in flannel. And torn up jeans. The things I need. The things I need. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Always getting into trouble, but always interesting. View my complete profile. Things I Need ★★.
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