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p a t t e r .. u r n z

thread twists
deep below the depths
waterlines
driven high by the cost
of business

like a bad hinge on a good door
Loved with the mirror
the way the light was thrown
down a damp hip

zoning

nicotine
and pockets full
of stripped out
simplicity

flaunting an edge
and patting down
the cover up

said you missed
a stair

and we wore
too many
years
with our monkeys
on our backs

that gait
hardwon
cornering

when most
just cave
in and fall out

never rising

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the rich get richer and the poor get poorer,
as they say,
bills pile up,
just like the costs,
no money to pay....

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

one must be first
a student of your imaginary class
esker I saw a lovely movie after a long time today
guess what

oldies u222222222

actually it was
grown ups u 2

i modified it to suit most at Neos

loved

It's a God awful small affair
To the girl with the mousey hair,
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has told her to go,
But her friend is no where to be seen.
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seats with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen,
But the film is sadd'ning bore
For she's lived it ten times or more.
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors
Fighting in the dance hall.
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go.
It's the freakiest show.
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy.
Oh man!
Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?
bless Bowie

from the country to the millside homes..the black river steaming open
churning beneath the slush and iron bridges...the warmth
the smooth heat of a dreamscape

winter when the clothing shops are heated
the stale odour of society seeped into the fashionably worn
angels wings and devils hooves
ashes and soot
feathers and glitter

I remember this well
Ida

spinning on the disc
while the snow fell thick
in the labrynth of the town
and the wolf moon rose on
the deep lakes
and high scorned hills

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thistle seeds float
wonder caught in her eye
fluffy soft mystics

blanket fondles the grass
junket precision
torpor engulfs
the wistful ones

razors forgotten
life shavings curl
unremembered

trance laced
septic reality shunned
sequesters hot breath

scars snare
disregarded

crutches to limp forward
carved
strong and sturdy
by the gaze of eyes
blind

the mists
cigarette heat
coiled
like a palm on a wrist

mints melting behind
a smile

delved in the thin bled light
the sear showers
waking in the shiver
lock

where the fix was far far off
not yet to town
in its flurry and wonder

I remember it all

author comment

the way the light was thrown
down a damp hip

really I would cut and paste the entire work
sheer brilliance

thank you thank you thank you

Ida

pull the soft filter tip from your mouth
watch the smoke rise through the
currents if eccentrity
were the stars electricty
inhaling clinique
and the bitter beauty
of love and addiction...

author comment

Well I just surfaced again, after diving into this. My watch re-ticks once more, lol.

I wish I knew how you make such simple words so full of emotion and meaning. The strife and reflection and satisfaction I get from reading this are so very powerful, the master's taken a collection of words and made them so much more than the sum of their meaning. Again.

Respectfully, Jim

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