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Observance on a WednesdayThey leave Early andObservance on a Wednesday
At 3 she comes in
I know She dances
From her pointed toes
Manic and raging Powerful, graceful
She destroys the world when she sips her glass
In the chair
In the back The lonely artist sat
rewriting rhythm subtly, as his
eyes dashed to and fro
He don’t write No poems Any more Just postcards of blurry
nothing, jumping Sharp in the light.
by ~justanotherfish
untitledIt began simply: He tied his shoes and walked into the cold, His coat half on. She folded her hands into white gloves, She breathed.untitled
It began quietly, One finger drops, another finger rises. Echoes roll of windows, Falling into blushed ears.
Time grew as miles do: cold echoes sinking and hot passions rising, B
by ~justanotherfish
RhoShe's a hymn. sweet heavenly hands raised gentle morning church hymn, and she doesn't even believe in GodRho
by ~justanotherfish
BluesJohnny Says “Hey man I gotta quit this town, the poets are all burnt and the cigarettes rancids.”Blues
Says the guitar man ain’t been around for years, them damned blue devils cryin out his ransom
Says “I gotta find me some woman: some damned angel woman to wash these hellhounds outta my hair. Yeah, I gotta find me some woman to get the devil outta my hair."
He says, "Look man, I don’t think youre feeling it: this town ain’t dreamin no more, It’s been receding for years. This place was jiving but now its bleeding. I keep calling out but the poets won’t stop reading
And I keep hearing these hellho
by ~justanotherfish
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xperiment2by ~-incident
Aquaman2by ~VoteQuimby
I fell the night He roseit was Easter Sunday, the year 2004I fell the night He rose
when in a series of gulps I lost my innocence
and ol’ man Nelson told me stories in my grandmother’s house his old guitar singing the lovechild of a blues, jazz, country, folk orgy
but I’m thinkin’ in blue skies instead of gray now and I know he was justa wannabe Injun pothead
being melancholy on his ay- coo- stick Yea I followed granny’s example ‘cause my head was ahurtin’
and they were like the horde of blue skittles hid
by ~aBoycallednever
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I smiled across the room, embarrassed rogue
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Her stare burned my smile to ash.
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