magaprofana - Hello Poetry

strawberries are no longer ripe bruises are no longer purple wine drools on its own red inside and outside of the cup the cicatrix splits carmine dawn licks the wounds of night merengue whipped water dissolves on the tongues of the sun mouths are always open bodies are never empty blood weeps on its own flowing inside and outside of the skin

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Sep 5, 2020

Sep 5, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC

Red on the backs of too many

strawberries are no longer ripe bruises are no longer purple wine drools on its own red inside and outside of the cup the cicatrix splits carmine dawn licks the wounds of night merengue whipped water dissolves on the tongues of the sun mouths are always open bodies are never empty blood weeps on its own flowing inside and outside of the skin

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Divine spine of a broken line Shrine of a grimy concubine A melon and a clementine Sit atop her belly Twigs slipped and spitty with citrus crushed and gritty, the concubine sits pretty in a purl of orange leaves. With fingers succour-sticky Lurid, licked a quickie proptotic gargoyles lurking over As she sighs into the clover

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Oct 26, 2019

Oct 26, 2019 at 6:46 AM UTC

Sublime Juice of the Naked Rhyme

Divine spine of a broken line Shrine of a grimy concubine A melon and a clementine Sit atop her belly Twigs slipped and spitty with citrus crushed and gritty, the concubine sits pretty in a purl of orange leaves. With fingers succour-sticky Lurid, licked a quickie proptotic gargoyles lurking over As she sighs into the clover

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Fickle rumbles the drip of the pipe outside my window, the wet sigh of a full bladder. I cannot tell when it’s raining But the ground in the afternoon remembers moon silent drizzles splashes on my heels the soles of my shoes orange peels. Rainy fumbles the walk upon my feet stop oh, bother — the path upon which my smeek smock oh smother — the pave upon which I stalk Drip drop sinks from the top of my sock into the toes where ice stays land locked. I’m a Lizard -- Fairy.

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Oct 6, 2019

Oct 6, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC

I'm a Lizard, Fairy

Fickle rumbles the drip of the pipe outside my window, the wet sigh of a full bladder. I cannot tell when it’s raining But the ground in the afternoon remembers moon silent drizzles splashes on my heels the soles of my shoes orange peels. Rainy fumbles the walk upon my feet stop oh, bother — the path upon which my smeek smock oh smother — the pave upon which I stalk Drip drop sinks from the top of my sock into the toes where ice stays land locked. I’m a Lizard -- Fairy.

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If you imagine, a star making liquid indulgences on the open sea And us — floating fabric on the blanket your mother made; out of the kelp in your grandmother’s teeth. Looking above, the silver film water light, we gaze - Down, feet absurd ballet Tongues, eeled, slobbered, that’s where they lay EGGS —— One lime in the gutter — two other in your mother She begged for it — I’m monkey, does it show? One ***** on st. luke-us Touch-my-nip or I may a-puke-us My ***** a ****** (and salty please kiss me) The key is blue Let me bend my knees and ride onto you. Dripping down with the breeze Wet, I come to you. Salt wet I slip past the shells may I dream with you?

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Oct 6, 2019

Oct 6, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC

Nemo

If you imagine, a star making liquid indulgences on the open sea And us — floating fabric on the blanket your mother made; out of the kelp in your grandmother’s teeth. Looking above, the silver film water light, we gaze - Down, feet absurd ballet Tongues, eeled, slobbered, that’s where they lay EGGS —— One lime in the gutter — two other in your mother She begged for it — I’m monkey, does it show? One ***** on st. luke-us Touch-my-nip or I may a-puke-us My ***** a ****** (and salty please kiss me) The key is blue Let me bend my knees and ride onto you. Dripping down with the breeze Wet, I come to you. Salt wet I slip past the shells may I dream with you?

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The resounding muses of this rash riddled air are as follows: Feces Garbage A skin-bloated scent of leaking mammals

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Jul 25, 2019

Jul 25, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC

On the London Heat Wave

The resounding muses of this rash riddled air are as follows: Feces Garbage A skin-bloated scent of leaking mammals

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Thigh-hid kiss flits blind, Bringing pink fits, Splitting still midnight. I, dirt–witch, Spill milky spit, Drip sticky twilight Rich in light spring sighs.

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May 27, 2019

May 27, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC

I Viwil

Thigh-hid kiss flits blind, Bringing pink fits, Splitting still midnight. I, dirt–witch, Spill milky spit, Drip sticky twilight Rich in light spring sighs.

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I on rot blue, float tender aureate clemency. A so-wet salt swell, yellow priests flounder I, an ape monk, dance divine watered comedies O’ my sea song color forgot, drowned madrigal

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May 2, 2019

May 2, 2019 at 7:17 AM UTC

1-8 Snowball

I on rot blue, float tender aureate clemency. A so-wet salt swell, yellow priests flounder I, an ape monk, dance divine watered comedies O’ my sea song color forgot, drowned madrigal

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Horror grows on moons too fond of blow, Pythons snort snow ponds God forgot to flood. Grow strong worthy worms, tooth rot won’t stop clocks slowly, so floss. Knock on wood, soft looks bloom soon, Months go on so. Look, hold form, Noon folds to gloom, Moon stoops down, blow looms On loony snoot.

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May 2, 2019

May 2, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC

O Vowol

Horror grows on moons too fond of blow, Pythons snort snow ponds God forgot to flood. Grow strong worthy worms, tooth rot won’t stop clocks slowly, so floss. Knock on wood, soft looks bloom soon, Months go on so. Look, hold form, Noon folds to gloom, Moon stoops down, blow looms On loony snoot.

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Wet pupil-ed gaze of pink Petals of a peony stretch the refraction of flighted insect: ***** dissolves to salt lusting for maternity unrequited. Soppy petals, liquidly fall.

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Jan 18, 2019

Jan 18, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC

Drowned Flower Yearns for Bees

Wet pupil-ed gaze of pink Petals of a peony stretch the refraction of flighted insect: ***** dissolves to salt lusting for maternity unrequited. Soppy petals, liquidly fall.

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Maybe you, and maybe me, yellowed memory receives fallen warm to fever pitch drowning in the sun's remembrance, So maybe I and maybe the sea can find some solace in silken sleep past insomniac rivers and indolent speech (Rays of spring filter shadow marigold orange trees bluely sway rivers - in dreams sense dies to ambiguity).

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Jan 18, 2019

Jan 18, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC

Dream Shades

Maybe you, and maybe me, yellowed memory receives fallen warm to fever pitch drowning in the sun's remembrance, So maybe I and maybe the sea can find some solace in silken sleep past insomniac rivers and indolent speech (Rays of spring filter shadow marigold orange trees bluely sway rivers - in dreams sense dies to ambiguity).

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