seanWhisper

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Future-sickAnd I feel this sludge / running down the long halls of my legs / a flood of viscous petrol jelly
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Aug 7, 2012
I try to write poetry but I am tired.I try to write when I am tired / but tiny spiders descend around my desk. / Newly-hatched eight limbed-things
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Jun 28, 2012
Rain-danceTurn me out into the night / a rainy night. / Turn me out into the schlap of asphalt.
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May 24, 2012
The Marine LayerClouds engulf the L.A. basin / Layered mold in the / tubberware
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May 24, 2012
YoungWhen I was young / I had a body made of rubber / And elastic bands
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Jan 31, 2012
Don't call me luxuryThe ants come hunting for you / out of these mounds / Your touch I crave
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Jan 31, 2012
Out of the woodworkYou come out with the ants at night / Out of the woodwork / When the work of building needs to rest
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Jan 31, 2012
Breakfast in bedThese berries are bruises / Fading birthmarks I have still / Fresh from that morning you opened my curtains
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Jan 31, 2012
Coffee Shop MenagerieI go out for coffee / to see the display. / A dozen glass cases
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Jan 21, 2012
How to Dissect a Love-lineI stroke your skin like a leaf / and hold it up to the light, / allowing fingertips
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Jan 17, 2012
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