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    Thursday, October 13, 2005

    nonsense

    miniatures (you)

    Filament

    your fine twiggy legs tired. a knee caked in blues. like patty. bend at the thigh, dip into a puddle to swim. cast off shoes but not clothes. pop out all plush, all shimmery aglow. blonde roots shine gasoline purple, streaked into highlights, a tinge, a ripe reddened toe caught on the lip / dip of sidewalk. like slap. time to start spinning, you need fluff. a puffed letter jacket, can never hang out to drip-dry. direct is better than the round about post. remember that middles of packages are not hard packed but pliable. like give me a lick. when cold—

    it’s never time for icicle fingertips stuck to a tongue

    quick, send the wire transfer direct to your sisters left ear—
    she should hear this

    1 Comments:

    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    you should see me saying the same thing under blue dividers while the lead singer goes home to step off a chair. you should see my wingspan, it's gorgeous. you should see my childhood, home in the valley. you should see her twiggy legs, twixt them while she e-touched my scar. you should see my bent knees caked on the dashboard, a horde of thighs when the plushes pop with all the shimmery of a 70's guitar solo. you should see my missing middle, cut out and thrown in a bucket. you should see my serious in the gutter of popsicle stick races. you should give me a lick, lay your head upon my shoulder and let it rest there for a while

    11:13 PM  

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