Month: December 2011
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last post
My last post of 2012, last outpost, ahead images: fuzzy and distant as the wind. It’s much too dark for going It’s much too early for a new start The year is much too much new for this new year shit: Why wasn’t the old year good enough to fuck up without needing a new…
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sun dreams
Sun dreams! You are naughty, wakeful spiteful dreams! Leaving no trace but a whisper, a whisper Uttered by those who know but stranger to the one whose fate is sowed In sun dreamed dreams
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the nose beats the heart that feeds
No, Mr. Poe, it was not the beating of a heart. It was the human trappings of wood chippings. The creator, O Pinnoccio, where has he gone!
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hold your tongue
it’s not spite hold your tongue let the moment pass let the opportunity die a million times he’s not had to think while you accommodated but that’s not true a million times you haven’t had to think he would allow you to go. A million times you’ve saved yourself from being left. It’s not spite…
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stalk
I do not stalk you Only watch and wonder who you look for When your sideways glances forget to look my way
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Head in the Oven
“It means nothing.” He’s being accommodating. He feels bad about the diss. “I’ll say,” I say. “Never mind,” I say. It’s not as if he can do anything. Oh to be Sylivia Plath, head in the oven or not.
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Inappropriate Plug
I probably should have plugged my book at the end of all my “Lost Dog” messages I sent out.
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