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and i forgot your name this time around – truly – I remember the sharply bent face, and the way white wine –out of nerves- damped your whiskers. My Luscher test says I lack allies -- your tobacco-filled mouth could well be a fine substitute to mosquito filled nooks, terracotta stained sandals, my own sharp curve of hip digging up rough wet sand to the Indian ocean |
i think, definitely, you have a way with words. not much of an art guy, but sometimes the way that you put things - like something that stood out to me at a museum. if you could buy people's poetry off them - i would buy that. saw this one yesterday. admire it again today. | Posted on 2017-08-23 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ] | "Well if it's up to me I'll take that rough wet sand and resurrect the tower of Babel. A gleaming Ziggurat that will reach the sky. A bridge to the innate fecundity of the cosmos which we'll so boldly embody when we emote and exude. Our nimbuses will glow with transcendental translucence", I said as I put out another cigarette. | alias monad | Posted on 2017-08-23 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | |