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Alter

Allow me just this: your hand my hand separate. 1. I fell into a deep forest. My femur put forth roots. I did not say: oh Lord, take me from here like Rebekah, this is another barrenness. My mouth remained resolutely closed. The moss grew over me, in me. Oh Lord, I am scared. 2. Mother is reading, brows at half mast. In the kitchen, Father organizes sardines on crackers. Home means this soft quietude. Five thousand six hundred miles away, I am watching a donkey. It stumbles on three legs; the fourth is loosely curled, like a child's fist. There are wild dogs in the fields beyond, waiting. I am a dog, waiting. 3.

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Pallor

I cried myself sane and then moved on. How strange, that a man can split open like a rotten peach and find, at last, nothingness. How strange to realize: only then can sunlight enter his veins. Death dissolves us. Nothing has changed but everything is different. I spend an hour pressing my fingers against a wall, the skin whitening as blood retreats. There is no regret, no fear. Only a man who whitens against his final four walls, the empty chair, the selfish and wandering grief. Only a man whose face slowly unravels and the way I wash my face, make dinner, let myself forget.

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Soft

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Chemical Attractions, Part I

We can learn a lot from salt. The chlorine atom is fundamentally lacking, longing to fill that gaping hole in its valence shell, and those bright bits of energy dancing in amorphous clouds around a sodium atom are just too tempting for the poor chlorine to resist. Chlorine probably knows that it has no claim to those electrons. It might lie awake at night for days or weeks in a fit of conscience, seeking alternatives before sending out tentative feelers and inviting Sodium to join it for coffee... It's a romantic comedy in minature, and I think that we can skip over the montage of dates and dinners and late nights on the couch in front of a

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Swing Band

Play your trumpets louder, boys - Let's hear that trombone sound. You're gettin' paid to make some noise; The dames are crowdin' 'round. The chaps have finished sippin' gin And now it's time to dance. They want a tune to dip and spin And kick up some romance. A young thing needs a break at night From white barrage balloons, From broadcasts, blackout drapes, cordite, Junkers across the moon. The music's really pickin' up. The piano's lost a string. There's no one in a smoky club But loves a chance to swing. It's hard to hear the sirens wail - The saxophone is grand - For death is sorry, weak and pale But life's a big swing b

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Chemical Attractions, Pt II

We can learn a lot from hydrochloric acid. Not the whole dangerously-corrosive part, of course, though I admit that a lot of people probably find us two a bit hard to stomach. A dynamic duo we are not. What I mean is that dance they do - shy glances across a crowded room (beaker?) as Hydrogen and Chlorine each quietly regret their incompleteness, feeling that hole where another electron ought to be, but never willing to resort to online dating... They were probably lab partners in high school, and then a couple of years later found themselves across the table from one another in that sophomore Shakespeare class, then side-by-side in Differe

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Bipolar

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Envy

Maiden. The space between us is slant rhyme, Burning-in, saturation, and exposure time, Ink curves he drew from a lead line, The way his fingers fit in yours, Instead of mine. Mother. You are difficult to hone, granite. I am prone to severing. You are a vestige made of stone That I could never be. Crone. Are you what is happening to me? Rain and gravity have Weathered the weaker parts They leave you standing Strong, a pyramid, a mountain. I am haunted: a cliff, daunted By the sea.

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Even Though

There will be no caged fingers, no tendons finely tuned to A from tension. There will be no clenched teeth, gritting rosin, to make the final singing note growl. There will be unwinding bed-sheets, hands slowly releasing the tuning pegs. There will be slowly sliding scales as the four limbs loosen past playing. There will be a simple, quiet exit, not to ovation, but to a hushed audience who anticipate an encore, even though it is uncertain.

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Dollars be United.

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Invincible

I am a laborer of dreams and I'm building up a pyramid. The ghosts might try to kill me but I learned to always live with it. The fragile thoughts that draw you to the edge of your ill mind; Believe when I say that giving up would be a true crime. The only thing that you should do is plow ahead forward, No stepping back because I got your back and that's a foreword An introductory paragraph to what it means to me, when I have always told you that we are going to be:

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Kingpin

I have recently learned that every man has his limit. There is only so much suffering you can endure, before you finally decide to snap. Some go crazy and make a fool of themselves, others sink deep into a dark place that no soul should venture. But a small percentage, experience a change. They realize that the world for all its ugliness, is still a garden; A garden of filth blossoms and fly traps, but a garden nonetheless. And what matters is that we harvest from this garden, until it can give us no more. For if we must be slaves to our torment, then I would prefer to endure--in style Now then, it seems the Mad King must get a new ident

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Despoema de amor

Deveria lhe compor versos perfeitos Que homenageariam todo seu ser Te diria que o meu sonho é te ter Mas fico com preguiça e não faço tais feitos Diria que desbravaria todo o mundo Somente pra defender seu nome Só que eu esqueci dele, to usando um pronome, Então é melhor guardar isso num buraco fundo Doaria pra te uma parte de mim Se necessário até meu coração Mas na hora do transplante eu daria uma de fujão É melhor a essa estrofe eu dar um fim Falarei então que até Lua eu te daria Mas agora de me lembro de um problema: Não consigo nem sequer puxar

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Desire

Your smooth skin, It drives me crazy I want to touch you, And just maybe, You...will let me... The look in your eyes, It really drives me wild I shouldn't be surprised, That you're so tempting... You are all I can see... Desire... Taking over me Desire... Controlling me I can see... The light in your eyes, Every time you see me... The beads of perspiration, Are rolling down your face As you look away, I lean in for a little taste, Because you let me... I can see your curves, Move underneath your shirt And I can't place a price, On what this moment's worth... So revealing... Desire... Taking over me Desire... Always controlling me I can s

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Our Last Kiss

If I had known that it was our last kiss, I would have inhaled you deeper within me. If I had known that it was our last kiss, I would have seared your taste onto my tongue. If I had known it was our last kiss, I would have scorched your scent into my skin. ... If I had known, I would have frozen time ...

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Published: Sep 28, 2006

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Lila asked for a painting of something cute. Anything cute. I was thinking of painting her portrait just because it would be funny, but I decided against it (because I was too lazy). Anyway, I've been experimenting with a more poster-like style recently. Not as fuzzy and abstract as what I usually draw. I like the style quite a bit, and I think I'm going to use it more often. It's teaching me useful new techniques. Mmm, learning.

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