Patriots in stretchy pants tell us what color the world is. I'd already be asleep if it weren't for liars. Bland claws in the stroke of blood. Tames lions through fiery hoops. A circus of men. Barely avoiding the elephant's giant dung.
I could do a trick or two. This plus that is equal to then. Turn the knob. Relive the kill. That took all these years to prove. Wait in line at the store. Turn the puppet in on itself. Rent the tuxedo for the tepid innuendo. Explain it all with a silence that lasts too long for anyone to dispute.
The condom on her lips. Moist with a feral tension. That the wild is close. But memory still pushes it away.
The solution. In chapped lips. Applies the medicine. To calm the cancer. That makes yesterday a viable excuse.
Sunday
11/09/2008 02:12:00 AM
Sad Labels:
alternate universes
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friends
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math
Lots of words like gammut, rollercoaster, pinball come to mind when reading this one. I felt jolted by it basically. There is disgust, sensuality, sadness and fear all in a couple of hundred words. It's good, but if I'm completely honest, for me a little overwhelming. I like to take lines from your writing, because there are so many good ones and this one is bulging at the seams.
i'm a little awestruck by the election. in a good way, but still my head's spinning a bit.
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