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dominic-clarke
English
Steamy faces masked by a silver curtain, The show about to begin.
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Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 5:48 PM UTC
Footlights
Her eyes glisten as she rabbits on about how Mars is in its second alignment, and the moon is in her corner. The bell above the door tinkles as it slams-- Vagaries of fate swoop and dive, and he can’t stop thinking about how beautiful her lips are as they move.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
Jupiter
Thought enters Left; Feelings from below-- Response is mixed, Reception incompatible.
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
Static
Another year passes, softness slowly looms. Another pair bought on a Sunday afternoon. Bare feet incarcerated, plush warmth scuffing blue carpets, Sound is numbed and Feeling stifled. The foot, wearing sore as the day drags on, pines for evening, and comfort.
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Slippers
... quiet eyes meet in desire evolving: a Future swelling above fragile lives.             wires that pierce the tissue                         twist and shatter,       penetrate muddy bloodstreams,                 clarify joy, fear, anxiety –    a longing that pierces the veil                      and illuminates                            death just as surely                       as hope.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
South
Tears rinse ash from her cheekbones Understanding outgrows hostility And each from this tapering path Finally separate.
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
Catharsis
Boots on a highway, mud in the field. Take it home. Take it home. Sand in leather, blood on stone. So far gone. Paper curls, smoke unfurls. Ash in a tray. Green lights on the ceiling. Red lights on the wall. Up this high, I can see them all. Even my name has an unfamiliar taste. The whiskey is just the same.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Texture
Soaring past the cloudy moon The Eagle dives beneath the spume To wrest away the wary mouse, Ere dawn, to yonder eyrie-house. And far beneath the cliffs aglow Men go about their rigmarole. But an upward gaze affordeth hence, A fleeting glimpse of elegance.
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
The Eagle