Tag: verbia
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June 21, 2008 02:24 AM EDT --
she is a room i brood in:
i've moved in.
the walls starve for my dark arts--
pictures and music. -it is disputed, but little is known.
about the broken phone jack, or the shift on the floor. . . .
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May 28, 2008 04:49 PM EDT --
the secret to Life:
Life is secrets.
you will work to vanquish the veil
to no avail,
i'm sorry
that's the way of things--
for we are curious;
crave what cannot be had. . . .
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June 14, 2008 01:27 AM EDT --
...and i knew none of it was so.
took a turn down that secret road
lined by frost;
made amends
with my hated fathers.
my body went warm when
the wind whistled a vicious ditty;
against . . .
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June 14, 2008 01:38 AM EDT --
the voice that rose
broke on her name
and doesn't sound the same
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June 01, 2008 02:16 PM EDT --
when i look at my sons, unease moves through me.
it's not about them , per se--they are young, and relatively unsullied: a source of Light--it has more to do with the world they have been born into... . . .
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July 30, 2008 05:20 PM EDT --
he came before them, harp in hand.
the fire danced betwixt.
an owl hooted--guarded; low.
a spark amidst the sticks
decided. -instantly, it lept:
a'lighted on his sleeve.
he . . .
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July 31, 2008 05:15 PM EDT --
once upon a time,
twice upon an eve',
thrice upon a sheet,
iciness to heat--
came to name names,
wrestle with his devils,
return with a cool burn,
neat or just disheveled--
reveled . . .
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June 11, 2008 09:55 AM EDT --
i spat down the well
and the walls gave Comment.
there was a moment there:
i was with me and myself, and i
sat with these three winds Passat
killing time to make a shilling
. . .
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June 11, 2008 09:14 AM EDT --
isn't it odd:
we look for light while clutching a lamp,
our hardest gaze is glare,
and
we look for light.
it isn't odd.
we are all amok, and an answer is inside.
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