in His armseat meat flesh but first, tear china skin. bite the dragon - roar - over it all design a way to avert without shifting the chant echoes tinny screams from metal mouths drop everything &nbin His arms
Caught Mid-Sentenceand then it was like this fine long flash that erupted fromCaught Mid-Sentence
between my lungs
(legs) it was my proverbial heart running it’s cup along the bars of all social implications that could possibly keep it from beating
at the same tempo as yours please, need me more than i need you
small time explorer47 canada geese floating on the Thames. me, my breath catching on a twig of awe: that snags each image changing its design to allow for the soft pink of the sky far away, leaves the shade before yellow. each tree waves in the breeze the silence and graffiti under this bridge finally, artists unite.small time explorer
each bird moves with an eerie precision, the flock is a finely tuned instrument. senses fixed outside themselves detect the foreshadow, the subtlest shift. the sweeping of webbed and clawed feet through polluted water is obnoxiou
i wear my cunt on my sleeve
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"...It's the sky that's the challenge
The sky that engulfs a sea of sound and echoes it back to us
Whole poems whole dictionaries, rolled up in a thunderclap
And every sunset an action painting, every cloud a book of shadows..."
-Lawrence Ferlinghetti
it's time for bed, to rest my head and transform into a different state. A lucid place away from everyday life, a consequence-free environment operating on a higher frequencey.
peeeeeeeece, pat
xoxoxoxo
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SIPS-Sips-sips....
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"...It's the sky that's the challenge
The sky that engulfs a sea of sound and echoes it back to us
Whole poems whole dictionaries, rolled up in a thunderclap
And every sunset an action painting, every cloud a book of shadows..."
-Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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