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the movement in which way i am / walking / dancing with the moon's aura
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Dec 9, 2012
As the brain slows down....
Lately time seems to be going by in a lethargic manner, making me feel a little uneasy. Driving, the cars on the highway seemed to be slugging by, red lights lasting days long. The street lights flicked on. I glance at them and a trail of thin bleached light would follow as I turn my head, vision acting as a slow shutter speed. People walking across the street with their feet crawling weakly, heals clutching the ground. I stare.
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Jun 16, 2010
From/Then
A debris of specs flow through me as thick cream. / The lull texture of the olive green checkered couch, sleeping. / The scent of the last lingering bits of wood ablaze in the woodstove, waking.
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Jun 16, 2010
Kitchen crash dusk dim
Fruit flies feasting rasberries, / I watch in the dim lit kitchen only few hours before dusk. / Ponder as I'm watching,
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Jul 10, 2010
mechanical and rusted
my, body, is, dead. / legs; mechanical and rusted / money is spent.
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Jul 8, 2010
morning glories through trees
millions of distant colorful exploding spider-legs dancing in the sky, / each appearing with an infestive sound, / infesting the whole city;
10
Jul 8, 2010
shelter (inside) fear
This place is filled with disquiet concerns. / There is a golden fluorescence set ablaze in the sky, a luminous spell we call daylight...it doesn't last for long. / Millions of bricks and wooden pieces stacked together
18
Jun 16, 2010
stranger;strange-er
i could feel time compressing. / "may i escort you mad'am?" he whispered. / the sound of voices, blue eyed clean ***** voices, fading.
9
Jun 16, 2010
Weymouth Street
buried beneath warm feathered blankets in the rust tinted morning glow, / two exhausted soft breathing still bodies lie next to me fast asleep, / I awake.
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Jun 16, 2010
Willow Lane
Surely the rain I thought to be eternal has quit. / A sky clear of clouds to block the sun's radiant beams. / On a small quilt I lay in the damp grass to examine
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Jun 16, 2010
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