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DOMESTIC [Jan. 26th, 2006|04:20 pm]
language fornication

[Current Mood |sadsad]
[Current Music |owen- put your hands on me, my love]

cloudless sky droplet
that shifts the world into
a blurry eyed view from lens

to the deviant massacre
of little grievances
that mean nothing and everything to
a skin and bones

muscle beats inside
the rib cage protecting
my soft tissue
violently pulsating and throbbing

mother and father scream as
strong willed girl
crashes to the floor

with a broken crown she falls
ever so sweetly into hysteria

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i think this might actually be really really bad. [Jan. 14th, 2006|10:47 pm]
language fornication

a ghastly enterprise!
this merry go round
i dizzily spin for you

dark rivers swell
into rivulets
of the blood i could shed

crimson pools you might attend to
but the tiny wounds
are daily abrasions that go unnoticed

invisible hunger
inaudible thirst
the drone of an empty room

you drive the knife of delirious death
through these ripples of consequence
so slowly

they escape unnumbered,
appear to linger in stasis

like the slivers of my flesh
that hang in scarlet ribbons from your bedpost

and the bones that you stack
with a click and a clack
like dominoes in tidy rows
across your threshhold

thinning like wax
in your bitter water,


i swirl in numb silver

january 2003
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i wrote this years ago. [Jan. 14th, 2006|10:41 pm]
language fornication

the saturnine princess drinks tea alone
she sleeps in a house that is made of stone
she walks in the valley
of skin and bone

her sky is a field of desire
her sky is a blanket of dreams

she grips the moon on her way into town
on the banks of her eternal frown
skipping stones until they drown
in the water of her neglect

the saturnine princess is full of regret
her anger is tight
like a tourniquet
she chokes on the grit of her own despair
and tastes the bitterness there
she scatters-
like ashes from a cigarette

her sky is a field of desire
her sky is a blanket of dreams

mtc 1994
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Love is... [Jan. 9th, 2006|06:28 pm]
language fornication

The religion of the faithless
You beseeching my devotion
on our alter of springs
Laid out preparation
for my christening

Kisses placed on my forehead
And eyelids

Blessings poured over me
Warm oil and bits of ash
CRASHING all your intentions
Cages unlocked
Find favor in my offering

A bouquet spread out
Flowers, grace, and weeds
Your icon on the small of my back
Me on my knees
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tHe dancing of the dying [Dec. 31st, 2005|09:31 am]
language fornication

Step Step echo
We try to keep in time
Life measured in the rhythm
The dancing of the dying

First breath, beats begun
Foot prints painted
Neatly on the floor
Shadow for now
Whats been done before

The dancing of the dying

Withered face
Shuffled step
One, Two, Three, Together
memories embrace like a partner
The dancing of the dying
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Road-fill [Dec. 21st, 2005|08:41 am]
language fornication

Car once in the ground
Bits and pieces sourced of earth
Kowtow heads to your largesse

Dragons teeth raised at command
Of General Motors and headless men
Meaty sweatshops belch bad breath

Open crypts contort friends
Beauty products marketed at men
Debris on defunct eyelids

Magenta sunset glowing red
Mephitic miasma emitting stench
Sown seeds of disfigurement
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(no subject) [Dec. 8th, 2005|03:13 pm]
language fornication

There is a crack
in everything
shut up just shut up
you will not be able to stay home,
back in 1957
we had to dance a foot apart

i read your manifestoes
and your strange religious
i am no damsel in distress
please don't talk,
don't make me think

i don't want to stay at your party
talk to your friends
vote for your president
i just want
to be
your tugboat captain
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bluemamie made me do it... [Dec. 6th, 2005|12:32 pm]
language fornication

the pattern swallows meaning
meaning harms expression
expression battles fact
fact destroys fiction

fiction swallows sin
sin harms innocence
innocence battles experience
experience destroys carelessness

carelessness swallows people
someone harms the enemy
the enemy battles another
another destroys the world

the world swallows man
man harms his hand
his hand battles chaos
chaos destroys the pattern
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waitressing, an ontological exercise. [Dec. 3rd, 2005|09:10 pm]
language fornication

hot tea precludes effortless.
high chair opposes clean floor.
clean floor opposes busy.
busy equals frenzy.

frenzy precludes indifference.
indifference opposes high chair.
high chair opposes freedom.
freedom equals busy.

busy precludes greed.
mormon opposes indifference.
indifference opposes twenty percent.
twenty percent equals freedom.

freedom precludes coffee.
coffee opposes mormon.
mormon opposes desire.
desire equals twenty percent.

poverty precludes luck.
luck opposes coffee.
coffee opposes anodyne.
anodyne equals desire.

hunger precludes mitigation.
mitigation opposes luck.
luck opposes desire
desire equals hot tea.
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Bell Curve [Dec. 3rd, 2005|09:46 am]
language fornication

What are the chances
describe to me the meaning of you looks
wrap me in the probability of your love
and return to me all that has escaped
In my history of need-untended country side
of a body.
songs are sung in rememberance
of times of furrowed gardens and blooming boxes
I had no songs
in my fertile vally
i am just beginning to understand the act
of tending the growing
and watching the seasons
And reaping a harvest
Chart my progress
In the sway of my hips
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