hmmAnyone interested in seeing snippets of said book?
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box kitefly me a box kite, pack it full to brimming with: tears, fears, terrors in your nighttime dreams. and I will take it, unwind the string to cast it up (up up and AWAY!) back into clear and crisp weathered skies. so unlike Pandora’s box, (what a sexual metaphor, Pandora and her box, never to be opened.)box kite
by ~squidcat
I never told youWe don't talk about all the things we leave unsaid. That's just life, or maybe it's just oxymoronic. But if I could tell you -I never told you
by the way... I'd have to say that things change. So when you leave me, kiss me, and I will learn to love you in a whole new way.
by ~squidcat
afterlifewhen I die, wrap me in a shroud. no confining caskets or crematoriums for me, please. just a long length of linen, and a hand-dug grave. there lay me down, and cry you no more tears. (they won't get you anything -afterlife
'cept maybe stuffed-up sinuses and headaches for a week.) shovel me over with good soft earth, but before you choose a headstone -
stop. marble is too rich for me, and granite seems too co
by ~squidcat
ouroborosI am four, and there is a crack spidering down the middle of the patio, down in my front yard. sun-warmed, the snakes bask there, and I bask there, turning in concentric, ever-smaller circles spiraling down like Ouroboros - the world snake.ouroboros
(chew and chew and bite until heads eat heads)
the world is small because I am small like snakes hidden in their burrows.
by ~squidcat
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THREE DAYS FROM NOWfor Daniela Jara's 20th birthday on 6.21.04THREE DAYS FROM NOW
three days from now she will rise up to the playground of angels fighter jets and zeppelins burst open the door translate her body into an equation of one–hundred twenty pounds moving nine–point–eight meters per second per second and tumble from heaven because she wants to taste the sky on her birthday
this is the part of the poem where I should drop metaphors about falling in love with her or how she's already fallen from heaven once or something about shooting stars or glass ceilings
by ~foxthepoet
Gecko ::::by ~Tritz
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So I can read it.
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and the washington driving thing fell through. -.- her parents got parental for the first time in their lives.
i shall endeavor to establish a plane trip for myself sometime soon, though, if that's quite alright?
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