To their homonym.
Aug 15, 2011

These have little worth compared
To their homonym.

Homonym creation by son dark terror
corn bread johnson
corn bread johnson
Jun 21, 2013

Homonym creation by son dark terror
Dark sun templar strides empty
He was born in the sewers
Preaching to orphans
Selling them drugs
Crash landing Foreign Exchange
Export/Extract Blood/Money
Lawyer no habla ingles
Wife beating wincest victim/winner
Always liked the devil better

Ad nauseam - ad homonym
Travis McCullers
Travis McCullers
Mar 9, 2012

Nonpartisan – Homologous—Munificent— in the first rains of this, our dismal season
The föhns and boras come in fresh from off the Mediterranean (which is far away from anywhere like here)

In a dream I am licking Juliann Moore’s asshole

Darnell eats a Snickers bar and nips his fingers with each & every bite

Jazz June vestiges
Philistines and sickly wombs
Tawpies with tawdry taste
Messianic perverts
Blooded tumid with hate
For the goopy lunks they put on
Feckless junkie ilk inveigled
Et al in the favor of curried filth
Ad nauseam - ad homonym
The speaker bloviates his demurrals
From stem to stern like a Southern Baptist minister
Witnessing to a hungered, rapacious Bible belt

He maunders on with verbs and pronouns
He luxuriates in his sorrows remarkably
Spatting with some illusory force
About a list of deferential demands
Punctuated in jags of doleful reticence
And in all of his junked up drear, just there:

A real highway shoulder showman unfurls
An agnate of the American dream
With all the self-reproach of suicides
He has left an indelible mark on me—what, I don’t quite know
But this is when I reach into my front left pocket and remember:
“Whenever they bare their teeth—you best just give up your neck;
It’s much less painful that way.”

Burn holes in the bed sheets
Beethoven, this is the state of Israel.
“Extinguished and burnt out--
Like the fire left to smolder in the dismal meadow.”

--We were.

Homonym, not vernacular
Sean Banks
Sean Banks
Apr 27, 2013

Sober, or hungover
One or the other
I’ll take a stab at writing
Something that’s too good
Not to know

And I’ve heard “I don’t know”
Many times
This past month
I fee like am starting to
You know,

I know you have none of my answers
I know my questions have been spot on
I know my effort has been worthy
I know
As much as you do

You were my darlin’ Queen, the star of the show
Now you are someone elses princess
But you are still my Queen
The Queen of “ I don’t know”

A leap of faith
Growth and Humility
Laughter and happiness

These are more than things I know
They are my unrewarded actions
Will my attraction
To you ever waver?
Will I ever return the favor?
Are we friends or does that even matter?
I wont ask these questions
Because I know the answer
And its not "no"
Homonym, not vernacular
Yes it is
You know?

Your memory is a homonym of my very own heart.

Now and then I think of you,
That soft smile you left me with.
Now and then, I wish I could
Say that it's okay, I understand,
That if you have to go,
Believe me that nobody
Will understand
The way that I can.

I knew I should beware of you,
This illusory complex that I wanted to be you.
And, still, when you knocked upon my door,
I answered your call.
But sunny days will always set, my dear,
I just didn’t know that
You’d make always come so soon.
Blame it on that sunny afternoon,
But I did, and maybe still do…
I really used to believe in you.

But it seems like this forgiveness
Is about faith, and knowledge,
And knowing when you’re too far behind,
And when to let go,
And how to make the best of a cliff
That may take a decade to climb.
Yes, I think it’s about
And faith,
And you and me,
And how to be free,
And cutting you off
Like a hundred-year-old tree.

Now and then, you’re on my mind;
The things you said
Were only my religion, my life,
But now and then I remember:
That it’s not about who you let your guard down to,
But why you became so vulnerable in the first place.
All the same, despite my campaign,
Some things just remain
Burned into your memory.
Like two words the same but worlds apart-
Your memory is a homonym of my very own heart.
But it’s okay, I understand,
My will is not your will, just
Rest assured that I will always
Love you like nobody will.

Now and then, I feel like a fool.
These letters and boxes of what once was
Seem so dark and deceiving,
And now and then I wonder how long
It would take to make them full again.
But it’s okay, I understand.
There’s no use in pretending
That this grey cloud’s not looming;
Maybe someday it won’t rain.
But, now and then,
I’ve got to pay,
Because you’re gone,
And that’s the way it will stay.

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