sprung.Us caught like cats in a toaster oven
listening to the full-thunder moon
and drinking in the afternoon.
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Quick little bastardsA Fisheye Lens PoemQuick little bastards
A bit of grit between corner of waffled concrete with plans to walk over you in Summer’s intervention.
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Magellan (and the albatross)
The mélange of merlot and streetlights simmered like a strawberry seed tincture.
The whorl of smoke spoke as gray ocean waves, breaking upon my back.
I am Magellan, encircling global lips, counting final breaths.
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The Tourniquet
Karma tends to twitch, but mor
by ~graft
Heart and Fiberwords like windowshades Ink winter’s white pagination where Graphite stalagmites are germane lipscurl spiral unfurls thin strips of lascivity,Heart and Fiber
a lapdance for linguists and languishers,
a beastiary bleached and wire bound, blinding
ink be a c h c o m b ing. sand dollars watching a single bird flit and flutter
amongst the flock like a dandelion seed
flicked by god's finger --
it is conscience's vivisected encephalon
spun into a sheet of heart and Fiber.
by ~graft
MyoscopyMy pimiento dental infrastructureMyoscopy
swishes liquid concrete and a tenderfoot's copper, My olive branch hair
perched upon by birch-forlorn finch with plastic sword feet, The drip-drip is vermouth, veins of marbled blood and tanquerayed No flower to stem the mist; just a glass and my penmanship.
by ~graft
The Chemist with A Highball GlThe storm in your teakettle is escaping but I know you lit that Bunsen burner. Like an earthworm burrows through the food chain, you tend to writhe as you sublime. And i don't know how you make a Bloody Mary but, platelets and Ketel One is fairly nocuous for distilled chemistry.The Chemist with A Highball Gl
by ~graft
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by ~batousaijin
TimeWalking upon an air of wild grace a sprite in languished Asian cloth waltzes with a spirit of air on sapphire scattered wisps of swampy mist. Black silk caress pearl flesh gold thread flutters along like autumn leaves on a love’s dimming red dawn.Time
Through the steamy mists water laps in an abysmal pool. Transparencies of memories collapsed in the gravitational pull of one’s own life left to the utter silence of a universal death.
Clocks swim anguished by the images held within the blank faces of minutes and hours ticking past. Pa
by ~tickingcounterparts
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