mistaken for doG
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mistakenid
Unregistered User
(7/12/05 7:35 am)
Reply when you were saying me
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you looked for me
in dreams but all i needed
was the next gray sky
to materialize like a ghost
you loved but died.
some part of me left
tomato juice frost on a clear
glass, vodka instead of gin,
tobacco's scent on the wind.
now it's sunning all the time
hot streaks of cat move down
the unused railroad tracks
where a penny holds its breath
waiting for the flip.
it hasn't come yet.
just wisps, reminding you
of how it used to be: safe,
friendly, shaken not stirred.
not at all like this double vision--
in one eye, out the third.
hiddeninsanity
Unregistered User
(7/12/05 7:47 pm)
Reply doppler
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verticle blinds drawn
against the sunset
behind a blue draped scrap
of past, wafting sympathetic
nervous systems
he builds a canal into a smile
then controls the she.
silence folds itself
like seaweed on sashimi.
all these voices, it seems to say,
with only expectation in their open beaks.
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mistakenid
Unregistered User
(7/12/05 7:35 am)
Reply when you were saying me
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you looked for me
in dreams but all i needed
was the next gray sky
to materialize like a ghost
you loved but died.
some part of me left
tomato juice frost on a clear
glass, vodka instead of gin,
tobacco's scent on the wind.
now it's sunning all the time
hot streaks of cat move down
the unused railroad tracks
where a penny holds its breath
waiting for the flip.
it hasn't come yet.
just wisps, reminding you
of how it used to be: safe,
friendly, shaken not stirred.
not at all like this double vision--
in one eye, out the third.
hiddeninsanity
Unregistered User
(7/12/05 7:47 pm)
Reply doppler
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verticle blinds drawn
against the sunset
behind a blue draped scrap
of past, wafting sympathetic
nervous systems
he builds a canal into a smile
then controls the she.
silence folds itself
like seaweed on sashimi.
all these voices, it seems to say,
with only expectation in their open beaks.
Next Topic >>
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