

my love runs half-nakedmy love runs half-naked in nike's. its bare skin sweats a salty butmy love runs half-naked
strong sickness between its thighs,
and though it would be wise
to rescue it there is nothing
I can do for it. I watch a steady dripping that
never ceases. it makes me wonder
if I am a leaky faucet in need of
a plumber's ass crack. it
practices a sensuous shimmy,
forces itself to be something its not, and I run along beside it holding out a baton it will never take.
for a brief second I catch a
glimpse of sad eyes two tormented rays melti


you areyou are lightning s t r i k i n g. you are ayou are
spectacle with a
face, a body festering
with the staunch
growl of youth.
I watch your lips, and as you press them shut
a world is left humiliated. so, I listen to your so- called silence:
to the swish of your thighs,
t


mr.influence was a bomb masquerading as amr.
cigarette.
a red, octagon stop
perched above his head gave
off the indication that he did what he should. digesting soggy pancakes
in the diner, morning
rushed around my cubicle in sleepy eyes
and on filthy aprons. outside my window,
I saw him
sneeze in a white overcoat.
I traced his form on the frosty pane, and
took in his strong eyes. his dark hair mirrored the blackness of the thoughts
around him


bushes v.2five in the morning:bushes v.2
a gathering of birds smears my sinister sky;
I hunger for it naked while radiating its blue.
With a swelled face behind
well-watered bushes, I
hold the scent of a
well-rehearsed symphony.
with each passing automobile, dirt filled droplets leap unto my
fluttering privates, so
my eyelids and nose jointly wince as cars pass by.
Thinking of more delightful things,
the reluctant day is my bicycle, escorting me to that
golden appa
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Parce que moi je rève, moi je ne suis pas.
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You're asleep, and I'm awake (and everything is so great).
and why aren't you on aim? are you at your dad's place?
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"My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."-Wilfred Owen
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nothin' but men sheddin' men
they must believe they peelin'
back banana skins
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nothin' but men sheddin' men
they must believe they peelin'
back banana skins
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You know what I wish? I wish that all the scum on earth had but one neck, and I had my hands about it...
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nothin' but men sheddin' men
they must believe they peelin'
back banana skins
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nothin' but men sheddin' men
they must believe they peelin'
back banana skins
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Parce que moi je rève, moi je ne suis pas.
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nothin' but men sheddin' men
they must believe they peelin'
back banana skins
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nothin' but men sheddin' men
they must believe they peelin'
back banana skins
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and incidentally I wonder if I'm funny. I was thinking of knitting in a little satire, a little bit of "look at you, you're a shameful waste of irony". (Thoughts are important.)
- Me
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