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Trails of Light ---- The moon in her eyes, the sun in her step... she dances across the galaxy, each note of laughter alighting upon a star a brief flare of starlight two lovers see below take it as a sign, the laughter of a girl. Can you say "Glory"? light she leaves in her wake, blacker then black hair shaming the cosmos for even there starlight s h i m m e r s ! Can you say "Glory"? The sun cannot... She struck it dumb. ----------------------- Sobbing Gunman ---- Hickory dickory dock! With a smile and a nod he strides smoothly out devastation behind him and everyone smiles, blind in the middle of the corridor an amber spider hangs weaving an emerald web While the dormouse watches sadly... can we cry? of course not... that'd be silly and the dream calls for solemnity supreme leaning against the door, the smiling boy collapses into sobs. ------------------ Aphorism ---- if a tree falls in a shopping mall and no one hears it over the din of the crowd... marijuana smoke trails vo lup to us ly around her cheeks and she smiles vacantly vaguely wondering why... your eyes just ran me through when I imagine there's no heaven... things just go awry somebody show me which way to a bookshop i need the smell of love and ancient paper its guard is a 20 year old boy high effeminate voice modest when the hallucinations subside what's left is ashes and playing cards does it make a sound? ------------------------ New Addiction ---- how many times can we write about drugs and sex before they lose potency? Let's test the limits. breathing in the daydream salty sea air carrying it's own glorious disease. "Aw, shit..." we say. vulgarity mingling with the lofty theories bringing them low, so we don't feel so old. are we old? or has sophmorism set in our eager lexicon S l i pping through my treacherous thoughts... that's what I get for trusting myself again -------------------------------- Snapshot ---- Drinking honeysuckles to take away the scraped knees and rough palms... Angsty songs release... Do twelve year old girls have inner demons? Singing, dancing cause we wish we were beautiful. We wish we were poets Drinking bitter gin to drown the pain in buzzing oblivion looking in her eyes and pretending the love... it's still there, it must be it's just lost. Dying really isn't so bad. It's being born that scares me. ----------------------------- Heavy Woodlands ---- Wanna taste my energy? It escapes me. Circular thinking preying like a vampire on this free-flow chessboard I drop in to say "ermine satire" And you nod politely It's a dismissal I can't tolerate. But your house is made of bricks and I'm no wolf. --------------------------- Clearwater ---- I love you. You can't love me best until I don't define catch-22... When the shallow-tide sky comes in and washes over my feet a tranquility bathes me puts out your fire and quenches your thirst. Morning comes soon, and the fires of sunrise. but now... just for now... the moon goddess envelopes me in a sweet, clear, cool embrace ----------------------------- Goodnight, jackknife ---- Goodnight, jackknife. sleep well... i know you will you always do. I should worry about my own dreams... I'm chased through the white darkness. haunted by the day i hilted you. ------------------------------- Julie ---- May I see you today? I bet you're smiling. That'd be nice to see. Usually you sound so melancholy. Prosy-prosy, pick a rosy... pick a daffodil. I brought you flowers today, nothing fancy, just some I found on the way over. a bee stung me but i was brave because the flowers were for you. I hope you're doing ok... May I see you today? ---------------------------- Bladebreaker** ---- Two demons in steel with a grunt and a flash collide. frosty eyes hiding firey souls behind chain link fences. thrustparrycoupdegrace Breathing heavily, each pant rising visibly from flared nostrils. A hiss. she watches in the cold rain, impersonal one host, dead from unrequited love. -------------------------------- Glint ---- Dancing with a straightsword in a lightblue Arabic gown the village boys gather to watch her as she moves, feet just tapping the dust. the last time I danced i f e l l facefirst into the mist. leaving trails of starlight behind her, the irish girl moves. her blade merely a mirror She is doubly beautiful in his eyes. ----------------------------------- laureate ---- The moribund poet can't understand why he's so afraid of a line. To conquer his fear of a complete sentence, he hacks it to bits. Why is he writing, anyway? Why does he spurn food for ink, water for parchment, sleep for the sound of a scratching quill. He knows not but each morning, he arrives in the throne room pale and emaciated, slender hand desperately clutching creased parchment below his wan, thin smile. Reading, his creaky voice tremulously seeking approval. Each morning, the queen smiles vaguely She bids him take leave. wan smile slipping, descending to his tower... these days... the courtiers barely notice him ----------------------------------- Alpha ---- if, when you daydreamed, the world let you be might you never wake up? eternity in a lover's kiss, forever in control, infinate time to ponder divinity and your small role. let me be i mastered the world one day the galaxy, the cosmos, the universe was my plaything drumming my fingers on the table, a star at the end of each one... and a comet followed the trails that my lazy, omnipotent eyes left on the pale green wall. colors swirled through my mind and my people were saturated One shade of red, the whole world falls in love, just a bit darker... war my aphrodite morphing into a blood goddess a single song coursed through my head celestial music following the refrain of a miracle drug. have you ever been a god? I was, until my sister jostled my elbow. |