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[28 Mar 2008|10:26pm] |
a summer so muggy and so free; my jubilant feet, unfolded, carry me frontward, backward, sideward, half a skipping-dance. i am playing saxophone with bare arms & tangles & tan on cheerful display. & i am riding a bicycle, and i've painted it yellow and i am sailing to the bagel shop on swift wheels.
and then, later, i am laughing on a balcony with boys and girls who are laughing and drinking red wine & inside there is someone playing a cello and we are all dancing and it is hot and it smells hot.
and at the end i am laying in bed up near the ceiling, looking out the open door into the night, thinking of the whirl and the tune and the beautiful faces with their sparkling eyes.
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| true stories to whisper into the night. |
[07 Jan 2008|03:12pm] |
1. once there was a girl who met herself and found that she wasn't as wild as she ought to be.
2. quite a few years ago there was a beautiful young woman with long black hair and big brown eyes. she fell in love with a narco-trafficker the biggest one in mexico. one day he was put in jail, and his family thought that the woman had leaked him so they tried to kill her but she escaped. she changed her name, and she went on hormones and cut off her breasts and shrank of her hips and grew big shoulders and hair on her face. and she cut off her long black hair like a man's and ran. now she washes dishes all day everyday saving up to change back.
3. just now there was a little boy too shy to say he liked my drawings. i smiled. he was a lot like me.
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| a thing i found in a sketchbook of mine. |
[20 Nov 2007|02:33pm] |
i sewed it in - like a promise i'd always be there. impose you on my flesh, please baby like you're imposed on my mind sweet honey-mouthed muse. dancing drum beat guitar string gypsy queen
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| 2 years |
[17 Sep 2007|10:18pm] |
since bald-headed face down i lay in the cold bathwater hello timebomb i'm ready to go off...
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| a truth |
[15 Aug 2007|10:54pm] |
wild rose beauty silkpetalskin thornscratchscars i can't escape your perfume, child. eyes like the skies youwrapround me.
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| Inside of me are |
[22 Jun 2007|01:45am] |
pretty little images of
beautiful times
that never happened.
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