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- White Horses at allpoetry
A pillar of something strong and stiff
whale bones, bleached white and chalked. - blood jet. at allpoetry
And here I am.
Sitting, and here I am. - miss rosa. at allpoetry
. - smiles and trains at allpoetry
It can't be this simple
to stretch tired muscles of your face to breaking and broken - bloom and grow. at allpoetry
= - dont i give you what you need. no, i dont. at allpoetry
im thinking something better happen soon
something like lightning to the brain a stunning silence - and there you have it and there it is at allpoetry
dafdafds - I lie on a long, red couch. at allpoetry
A festering of rotting meat in the intestine.
Human, but uncomfortable nonetheless. - A wrongful carry. at allpoetry
The bookman pedals his sales of thick brown bindings. His wheels spin wildly as a demon - A wrongful carry. at allpoetry
The bookman pedals his sales of thick brown bindings. His wheels spin wildly as a demon - The Lame To Sea. at allpoetry
Body of bones and shrimping heart like a sole golden raisen. Air blows between the cracks of his too large feet muscles - Posthumously. at allpoetry
The black sarcophagous of wet teethy moldings. So deep as thick clots of bloody motes - paper trail. at allpoetry
Of one million windows on the east coast alone Seventy-million lips are sent to quiver as fat clear drops of acidic salty wet fall. - Whore. at allpoetry
A thick stench of seven day sweat sleeping in the cotton-weave blouse. Imitation, and rightfully so. - uncooked. at allpoetry
A plum purple stain spread evenly on the fresh white board. Tender with pricks of steel spokes and sterling strokes of sharpened metal. - trove. at allpoetry
No season in a bottle of perfumed liquids slipping casually from between webbing of fingers and toes like fine quartz - scales at allpoetry
Water filling the spaces between breathing. A snake venomous and white-bellied - Baby remembers. at allpoetry
The tree on the lawn far to the left, behind the hedge of mom's bloody roses like full red lips. There are the crabb apple trees as it takes a master to avoid tumbling on their red and green marble-shaped bindings. - Manna. at allpoetry
A food of nations and lonely lovely people. The sort of sustenance to be sought and never found. - Summers new skin. at allpoetry
The smell of sun and sweat stuck to your pores like wet tissues damp and dissolved in the impossible wet. - The -ing. at allpoetry
She who waits for poetic justice smooth and cool like turning over imagination stones - The Introspective Microscope. at allpoetry
A firm tapping at the base of your brain. Where your skull and fleshy pink fuse to your spine. - Herr Doctor. at allpoetry
I'm all there is simply Bones stuck with gummy moldings - Skepticism of summer storms at allpoetry
Skepticism of Summer storming. Thunderstorms of summer brain waves-- - Publish at allpoetry
I do not write about people, I can never remember which direction their ears do bend. - Miss Viola Swamp at allpoetry
A spinning orb in pastels yellow green blue a brass finish, gilded and sweet. - I swear We were Infinite. at allpoetry
Gold reason. Hands sticky with sweet white foam - Mike's Telephone Poetry at allpoetry
A magic in plastic, wires, and string. Your voice is pounding in my ears, - Sixteen Miles (To the promised land) at allpoetry
Pacing, caterpillar steps. Trailing in yellows and greens. - You Are The Bones at allpoetry
I pick bones with my eyes. There are piles laying in my very hands - Slowest moving train. at allpoetry
There is a space between anger unabashed and reckless love that ticks like a bomb on fire - A Fine Mess. at allpoetry
A tent of cavernous proportions covering a heart with a perpetual greed. - stones and stones, they'll crack your bones at allpoetry
I could love him for years on this mountain. I could love you for years on this mountain - A Poet's Prophet at allpoetry
Samson of the flowers in my garden. And watch them bloom, and wither, and wait for a permafrost - Eighty. at allpoetry
My noise is black. It stands out like a frown with babies in your arms.
