those brats broke our vase,
shattered pigment etched in curves,
the stillness of years
those brats broke our vase,
shattered pigment etched in curves,
the stillness of years
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
The stillness of years,
The silence that screams, locked up
Heart too long buried.
Snow White is doing dishes again, 'cause what else can you do with seven itty bitty men?
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heart too long buried
suddenly, beating out of
control...who are you
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
control...who are you
talking to, me, you, him, her -
shut your mouth, let's go.
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shut your mouth, let's go
where eyes do all the talking
it's too late for words
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
It's too late for words
Now that the heavens explode
show'ring us with tears
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Show'ring us with tears
They drowned the meaning, left it
Buried under words.
Snow White is doing dishes again, 'cause what else can you do with seven itty bitty men?
buried under words
disguised in euphemisms
the nightmare lives on
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
The nightmare lives on
It is darkest in the night
Happy fantasies
It is not too late, to be wild for roundabouts - to be wild for life
Wolfsheim - It is not too late
Happy fantasies
dancing on little cat feet
rondelay in dreams
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
Rondelay in dreams
When reality is not
Optional at least
It is not too late, to be wild for roundabouts - to be wild for life
Wolfsheim - It is not too late
Optional at least
Opportunity of men
Suffer or die now
It may seem somehow inane.
I wish to know all of you not just online, but on life.
suffer or die now
last sting of the scorpio
love can be murder
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Love can be murder
Or slow suicide endured
To find life by death
To find life by death
swigning from the hangman's noose
a moment too late
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
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