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The Tapeworm
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Nemean LionI do not know that I was armed as they say. There were the arrows, I suppose; I would have needed something, anyway,Nemean Lion
with which I would have known the skin, tested the skin, found the skin for what the skin was made of.
I do not remember the club and the olive tree. I do not remember the texture of the crushed throat, the nebulous core of the fruit, unmanageable.—
I do remember the skinning, I think, the tilt, the roughness of the claw against its own body. All on my own, I was a great liberator, a butcher
gleaning sparkles from a carcass,
in Open 6d 1h ago
UntitledHere, I make great effort to discover what it is that is Poem.Untitled
No—that is not true,
not quite. I make great effort, I suppose, and apply it
to Poem, which this is not, but which attempts to touch
Poem, or, rather, which attempts to fill it.
I would like this to have a place, which Poem can provide.
I would like this to be immediately metaphor, and then
to hold it distinctly: “I am this and this is I and we are irrefutably Poem.
Give us what you have taken us for, and, then, afterward,
we might give this, as love, back
in Open 1w 1d ago
On Things Said in ConfidenceWell, there it is: ever since the scabies your hair has been falling out—stress, probably—On Things Said in Confidence
and now whatever body, so informed, has you sitting with a shrink on a beanbag
holding your wrist and taking deep breaths. Oh, it’s a sad story. Oh, I don’t know what you’ll do.—
Here’s a guess, though. You’ll scratch at the pits until the pits are raw.
And the hair, the hair’ll go too, by tearing, by force, by loneliness,
and, some time from now, there you’ll be, all child, tugging my arm
i
in Open on 4/23/08
Narcissus, or Please Follow MeAnd this? This is asking:—Narcissus, or Please Follow Me
. Oh great thought! Great mirror!
Mine is no more a body than— ? I thought, and thought
I was asking between two unmarked worlds, like roads.—
I could take you, too. I could carry you through two lives:
one which builds, and so bursts godly open and ruins at last.
One which was ruined (all along), I suppose.
in Open on 4/17/08
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He Was a Product...His hair was a crooked driftwood fence and his eyes were smashed in windows and his blink was a scream and his teeth were family photos and his bite was a roller coaster and I was not on the ride.He Was a Product...
His mouth was the tailpipe of a car, taped. And his last smile was a surgical incision and his tongue was shish-kebob-filet-mignon and his voice was a broken jaw and his laugh was a kick in the side and his skeleton was a married woman. He coughed, and it was a black eye.
I was a sole constant. And his panic attacks were Old Faithful and his argum
by ~catheter
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Thanks for writing.
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www.strangejournal.com
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No home - No heart - No hope
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And I still had
so much to say and no
words to say it
with.
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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News reporter for *simplyprose | *WordCount: please note me with links to great children's prose on dA!
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sometimes our only way is jumping
(i hope you're not afraid of heights)
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Days of wine and roses, days of wine and roses
All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72
<`MinorKey> and don't drink so much that you remember having fun...
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a rat became the unit of currency
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amelia.
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<vivus> sister christian oh the time has come
<vivus> and you know you're not the only one
<vivus> to say
<vivus> okay
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but, mainly, Stay Classy
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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a rat became the unit of currency
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I am the dA mommy - behave.
Suture|OWAT|My Superman
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Days of wine and roses, days of wine and roses
All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72
<`MinorKey> and don't drink so much that you remember having fun...
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do your part. love your mother.
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Thank you for watching and the insightful comments. I'll be around to see what I've been missing by not coming here sooner, with a less obligatory excuse.
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