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kay-phase
kay-phase
American just trying to make sense of it all
counting off fifths of bourbon, each one i labeled as my last, the rows of glass bottles, empty of amber crowd my subconscious and now, clinking from my passenger seat at the bumps in the road sings a tinkling melody of my defeat i blame those nights, [which are most nights] that are drowned by a persistently resonating lack of noises and voices which urge me to stifle the drone with a triple shot on the rocks hold.the.mixer.hold.the.water.&.no.last.call so when i can manage to recall how much lighter i am on those rare mornings, unburdened by the sloshing, sickened weight of the evening's burning fog, a subsequent golden haze effectively numbs me and the thrumming darkness fades into liquid amber
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
amber
unable to act first without complete reassurances so i hesitate contemplate [wait] finding solace in the imagined while we're together [or not..] when we shared your bed in my head i've directed this scene countless times CLOSE-UP / zoom in: your lips seek mine just briefly plush petals pressed sweetly between our pages [faces] intertwined behind your neck my fingers & palms placed & as i peel away the corners of our mouths simultaneously draw up as if on strings [in my daydreams, we are my marionettes] & my hand tugs at yours to yank our bodies from the middle of an evening street this depiction [fiction] is lost in reality's roughness practice is pretend when imagined so i beg for steady hands just to place one FIRM hand on your chest
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
marionettes
fingertips touching lips tracing blue veins bulging indulging in elastic skin absorbing the texture, the mixture of delicacy and sin caramel waves cascade and invade brows and lashes curling swirling through my fingers they l i n g e r on cheeks on weeks of sideburns and stubble white steel feels stronger than stone bones big and square, like mine though they bite hard sometimes lacking pad or pencil or stencil my hands can replicate the contours of your jawbone it is to your outline design my palms are aligned
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 6:40 PM UTC
outlined