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un-poems :s
Fondness. No compensation. Broken hands. Icarus. Covered in wax. Wanted too much. Bad thing. Wrong of me. More words. A silent confusion. Dumb. Numb. Where can we play? Somewhere. Not now. Not this time. Cradle and save. Stagnant, putrid and dank. Siamese lost. Broken glass. The screams of tuneful choirboys seep out from the sheep pen and echo through the back allies, disturbing rats sleep. A heartbeat. Frantic trees excel through seasons. No time at all. Still me. Still no. Pessimistic hold grabs and tears the neck off. The preachers bark and claw about the ever elusive man upstairs. Small fires fuelled by snapped twigs and waste light old tramps. Any amount of toxins and cures won't remove the blisters. Un-named substances line the streets. Candiru swim in the puddles. Deleted future. Disembodied fate. Wounds of stigmata bleed uncontrollably from the limbs of a small boy, tucked cautiously in bed by his nearotic parents. Empty promises of humour.
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Unlike. DIslike? Disgraced but full of grace. Martian puppet. Scolded skin. Grind. Look straight ahead. Concentrate on where you need to be. You can't look, too much information your brain will implode. Masturbation for the masses. Avoid me again. I can't look at you because you don't exsist in my world. Tidy, clean exterioer, but full of SHIT. Compliment me again, it makes me ashamed. Smells pungent and glorious. Get some food. I forgot. Damn and blast you, fucking cells. X why? Beg to the sky, but only clouds hear and they rain on you, they're fed up with being pestered by your private prayers. GO home. I'm going to play.
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15th April 2004, 09:45 PM
Linear Mode
