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genesisLucifer rips his hands through my hair, forcing curls of twelve o'clock airgenesis
to push me out of earth; he breathes a stolen hymn on the cool side of my pillow, swirls the floorboards' grain
into a portal
to an acid-splash Wonderland.
I drop, hurtling past shelves of dog-eared books showcasing asphyxiated commandments.
my lungs collapse; I crumple on a floor of pulsing hearts pumping bubbling tar.
in a black-out burn haze, my center stretches, encompassing hack-slash dynamics-- my vein
by ~soporous
mockingbird in sopranothe dove dies before it grasps the olive branch; Noah looks to the roiling apocalypse sky, white-knuckled grip squeezing splintersmockingbird in soprano
of his ark further into his hunched, trembling body. the rain screams down, wets Noah’s beard, fills the gorging ocean, beats the dead messenger
floating on it.
(the turn of century
brushes Nietzsche’s
hollow sentience. it hemorrhages
into monochrome apostles, checkmates of the spiritual board game. their vapors jerk into the troposphere: shark-clouds
by ~soporous
The Heraldafter Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself"The Herald
I float with dust,
swirling through time-gaps of international clocks. I drift through cities, I touch the black 70-point text of old New York newspaper headlines and fit myself into editorials. I glide through the conservatory, comparing elevator music with music made by a 7-year-old training to be the next Mozart. I hear sounds
made by the old man outside lips to his harmonica, playing for spare change. And I give myself to this,
the rhythm of the city.
The rusting pendulum of my soul-
by ~soporous
CobblestoneIt feels many dances:Cobblestone
The to-and-fro market-dance of broad-faced stall vendors selling their wares in sweaty crowds
of shouting people— people whose feet say, in impatient stamps, (the amateur tap-dance) that they cannot idle.
It witnesses the carefree dance of a girl pulling her lover through the multitudes— Look at that! her soles say,
pivoting to tug her beau along— Buy it for me, they plead, arching up, Please?
And the busy smithy, sending
clangs of weaponry
through it, is the battle-dan
by ~soporous
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I'm someone you've never met, I'm a name you've never heard, and a face you'll never see coming. Goodnight fucker.
Avi, and lit tag graciously drawn, colored, and donated by the wonderful artist *Zoe1975 [link]
[link] Damn Paperclip. "CAN I HELP YOU?"
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