movie review & river metaphors

earth's muddy french kiss
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running barefoot over these white pages
i think of the black marks that haunt you
as if real metaphors come to mark you.

listen, dude. it's only rock n roll.


water moves to the lowest spot
and quags. it's two parts hydrogen
you know. the other third is breath.



i was wondering how they knew
the difference between alive and dead
those that insist there's no


ummmmm. s-word. the thing
which cannot be named. the boy
is caught between evil and good.
it's a classic battle raging within
while without bush clones nail edicts
to the hallowed halls. there's always
henchmen and giants and the death
of the last of what has counted as family.


and how you always have to build new ones
or remain in your isolation, no triangulation
with the motes of making. eh, it's safer that way
no one gets hurt because of you, you

obama of the rock star politix, you harry potter
of saviours, you rippled rock sliding cocky millstone
grinder. and the things that are binders.



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clouds built this text. admit it. the legend
of water's hyperspatial transportation
seems to be encoded in the way it flows
always toward gravity at just the right pitch.
any less and we'd up like them cartoons
floating away unless someone throws the switch
any more, we'd sluice into that pinpoint in the middle
all dark and inescapable, the last apeture before gone











and






it's time, you know, to let the next stage
be set. lessons on the road to extinction.
just get into this one like you didn't the last.
remember the flowing river of glass
inside the pane, and how it frosts so beautifully
the slower molecules move.


























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the sky opened up again
and we stood on the playground
open mouthed at its approach.

the lightning was for no one
this time round. not even the steel
swings or the creaking merry go round.

i twirled on it without moving
and when i stood up , the sky
moved a step to the up--
my new home, the red spot of jupiter.
it was clay. of course i said


to the pantalooned jester inside me.
i took off the shoes with the curled tips
and stuck my feet into it. it slid apart
and sucked me in. you drifted by

with your new girlfriend. i held on to my new
lover too and we didn't let on
that we once knew each other back on earth.

























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now the scars formed by glaciers
begin to melt now the striated bones
clamber to be fit into the suitcase
despite all odds. the snarly waitress sets
the order down on my plate
and i'm all like
did i even place one? she still expects a tip
while i expect
more of the same. my shoes long gone
my bare feet tickled by the sound.