in case i didn't before

dram of dissonance
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he's talkin with his band mates about fame
how to get it how to live in your music
tour tour tour. she's listening making the gravy
for them, hears him say months hears
no place for her. it's these moments when she feels
the poison's rush, the ears fill with the sound of the void
she rushes toward that future and howls
inside a couple of tears a barren stare she
drifts the rift then brings it to him
in no choice. it is what he will do.she will not
have it any other way. she will not wait
any longer. when the night closes in on her
alone she'll move out. the thing will metamorphize
into a fine bone china plate. she'll drop it
on the tile he buys with his first million
but she'll be on the other side of the bay.
she's already gone.





*






there was a sinister glitch in the fabric
the rods were crooked the chalices leaked
but surprising coincidences bit the night air
and money was exchanged. the bitter touch
of a backstage monacle and your squinting
fishing pole. the thirteen purple dinosaur
on the line. sadly the morebaker brecht.
lewis joined the parade, early again this year
and without the debauchery of dram.












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did you remember the last time she held him?
he was just come back from a tour of the midwest.
forty days of road and grime, beer bottle heaven
in the lines crossing and recrossing the black veins
of missouri.kansas,indiana. she called him on his cell one time.
he thought she meant come home.
when he arrived she was making dinner. a candle
in the table's center.her son was with his father.
she told him to have a seat. sat opposite.
she had turned down the heat. not surprised she said
not so much surprised as awk
ward
which you can see the way his face goes from
expectation to the hestiation waltz he finally sees the man's
coat on the hook, the silk dress the lipstick
on her lips. he leans very close to her. she leans
back. her breasts are pushed into his vision then out as she stands,hands him his
coat. you should have called
this could have been done some other way.
i wish you well she says, to the wall, as she holds him close then
releases.





there are two ways he could react.
chose the most romantic he could:
grovel , threaten, entreaat,dispise.
he's done that one before or
he could walk out the door without the kiss

it depends what the road did to him.
it depends on the muse.




on a picture by by van gogh
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burnt autum
the sickle cell color
calls me back to the wild

that's where i buried it
right after it birthed.

no bracelets or silver spoons.
a ragged ring of popster smack

yellow as poppy juice
yellow as the sun on ms teasedale's wall
yellow as the hush corned hair
disappeared and never was



teapot
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"seeing the size of the cock
i could understand the desire to have it in my cunt"

you are a very bad girl.

i like lesbian porn, not really hetero porn. probably because i'm in a hetero relationship and i'm bi. this happens to me. if i'm with a women, i fantasize about men. if i'm with a man, i fantasize about women. but beastiality is something i could never get into. for one, it seems to me somewhat abusive. the animal's intellect isn't on the same wavelength as ours--not to say that it's wavelength is inferior. it's just different. for that reason there can never be any real consent. it would be like porn with a retarded child. who in their right mind could get turned on by that?

as far as needing the net to write, you're not alone. most writers want an audience. it's natural. for some it's the net and for others it's journals or zines or a blog. even the marmish dickinson wanted an audience.





retarted sex
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i know, but look how long that fetish has been around! i don't think it's about the horse at all, duh, it must be about degradation to the women. imo. not even that those women felt degraded but that men who view it and get turned on by it can in their minds rightfully call women sick sluts. and not just those women. they're memes for everywomen. i haven't asked him about it yet. i'm sure he'd just answer "curiosity".

and yes, i've been told i'm bad very often...
but when i'm bad, i'm very very good.

teapot
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yes, i agree. it is the degradation that turns them on. the animal is more like a prop, a vehicle for that degradation. it says, "she's not human, she's an animal. see? she even fucks animals." because some people view animals as inferior life forms, the sexual involvement of a human being with one would reduce them to the same status.





wednesday song
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what ho the central fighter planes
the giggly daisy bombs
and as to all the blood remains
we'll make the pudding gone!

with a hie and a ho and he he he
doggeral's best in the morning wee


the ack ack sunrise best retrains
the impish iffish clustersongs
we tally toes and skins restrained
stitch them tightly stitch them gone.

refrain

and now parade along the lanes
parade in somber throngs
all mimsy primsy propper things
bereaved in sharp alarm

refrain


tear shirts rend hair rip rascal veins
immitating harm
that come to you around the skeins
woven in the yarn


refrain


what ho the heartless prolic things
retracting stacking all along
the hieghts that tankers shiney brings
the tracer round's soft song.


refrain