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Dissolattidue
fragrant drench
coiled sleeping
the dampness
leads
drop by rolling drop
the concourse rivers
full of detrius droll
evolving slowly
a bright and tinted flow
If I knew
the pressed
and ready
buried depths
between margins
how we lived
against our
contexts
and breathed
the spacial sighs
while snow
walked against
a mirror world
night waited
and wolves walked
snow globe parcels
of niche crept minutes
television
cholic
static fed dreams
and we starved
on breadcrumbs
kept humble
by the humility of want
an ache of it
against our souls
stretching like dusk
I can find you
safe in the spines
of reason
like forests
of solitude
letters
in post haste
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Comments
ida
Fri, 2013-08-30 16:00
weaver
green buggy
with plastic shield
miles as wheels wore
trains, concrete, stubs within water
black and white,
pictures framed
moon howling
camera rolling
mates up the street
kissed our dawn
lost vicious feline
freezing
adopted
Greenday sojourn
brave she felt
moshing
I sip
red wine again
and remember
tearing out walls
smashing kitchens
of unsuspecting
caretakers
driving driving
no destination
vodka in the front
yearnings upon each seat
I pack her room
and weep
she leaves me for her own life
I hope it outshines ours
bravo once again on the magnificence
of your pen
I loved your mind
I loved your freedom
I dwell in oz
things cave upon me
thanks for being there
ida
Esker
Sat, 2013-08-31 13:30
Sitting in my rocker jeans..Tatoo brand..BRITCHES leather
kick ass haircut....the great ego fed and sated and
never satisfied...a pack of smokes in the smooth
satin lined pocket...
pushing the child in the buggy
pressing photos in my books
constance a motion
a song as I fled the battles
as the love was razed
we drove forever
crashing into our arms
losing our religion
trembling upon mornings
brignt behind curtians
and white swans
shone on black open
rivers of winter
remember the hot drench
of flesh
as we fled lost in a passion
a hand run down the brow
and cheekbone
down the territory of an arched
throat and slender ribs
our history dissolving
like the snows
in the rains of spring
I cannot forget
nor wish this away
your clinique
your cigarettes
your kisses
your touch
our love