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 Oct 2013 Casper J
Abeille
Untitled
 Oct 2013 Casper J
Abeille
drink like bukowski
write like ****
start a new job thursday
i guess this is it
 Oct 2013 Casper J
Eulalie
Her:
My nights are starless
And the moon isn't as bright
Unless I've got you

Him:
It kills me to leave
But the moon always returns
Never doubt our love
I wrote this and you wrote that and yours is so beautifully apt and you're just very very impressive.
Brevity of the honk,
Speack soft, yet hard-sided.
The nimble chime of Drake and Sam,
punk rockin', non stoppin.
Sophisticated, yet so simply
what.
wait.
ooooooh, dat feel good.
 Oct 2013 Casper J
Derek Yohn
Let us have a footrace to Scotland...
don't worry, you will probably win.
i am pacing myself.

It doesn't matter which path
either of us take: i know
i was high for the first half of the race.

Am i lost?  Who knows?
But i will find my way.
This is how our stories go.

So hurry up, buttercup.
You might win, and then crowd watch.
but if i lose i will still find the Scotch.
 Oct 2013 Casper J
st64
silent symphony
no sense to vie

ants at industry
weave their entrancing working-sounds
in a world of giants

crunch, crunch.. on the gravel
our boots, swift
as walking to the chapel
some never quite
make it..



I'm an insect
who belongs not in
this world of giants


S T - 24 oction-roxion
imagine one can hear the supposed-silent world of smaller creatures on this blue dot.. (not) of ours

what could they be saying.. that we cannot hear nor understand
deep whale-sounds ..



sub: close(r)

month draws to a close..
and so, with it..
every moment closer.. closer
ever.. closer
 Oct 2013 Casper J
st64
asleep
 Oct 2013 Casper J
st64
gently fall now
go to sleep . . . go to sleep
it's what you want, anyway
too witless
to see what tumbles into your mind
when your psyche decides to take that funnel-trip
into the curlicue-recesses you hate to find


there, on the edge of your ear sits a world
some troglodytes wait to inhabit

two inches deep into the toe of a steep-mountain
waits a hirsute creature to unlock your marsh-dreams

outside the bulge-belly of your *sick-and-*******-fat
judgment
stands an accosting evangelist to sort out your lovely-list of sin

a reticent boy reaches out to catch the flying-thing
between his fingers, he can feel the pulse of fright.. and he lets go

beyond the bland-sidelines of a mall's congested parking-lot
cries a pimply-teen, snotty-tears: get the hell out my head!

adolescent-parents make latent-choices born of lack
baby gets a cig-burn and unexplained accidental head-fall

a sufferer battles to survive the output of night-riding fiends
yet scoffs heartily at their existence in broad day-stacks

brother gabs to brothers, finds poor-sobriety in parochial world-eye
och, no matter - let little sister (s)weep succint-harmony

an unsettled-recoverer spits feverish some colourful flasher lingo-gobs
as nobody knows what threat he carries in his hacking-chest

busker-dreamer-***-star plays and plays to no-pay café-audience
it's called street-corner blues for those in the know

an ageing-dame tarries departure, yet smiles genially at all her guests
****, but are these flippin' noisy folk really related to me?

uninvited chap with wily-scythe comes by to help out some
only the sick can smell the rotting-book of his gaunt-art

there awaits a pestilence within dark-cartwheels you can't see
well, all because you're too blasted-blind to lick that-a crap-wax out!




(mind so asleep)

wake . . . UP...!


guess not, huh?
wait then.. until that moonlight slants your way again
and then, guess whose mind will be sweet-milked
and your fine-assurance be stunning-hostage
as you shut-down wide-open thoughts
the things you close debate on
in the dayyyyyyy-time..
better be ready
to daydream
into your
self




how elegiac a tribute then
to
the unwoken..


tất cả chúng ta ngủ..




S T - 25 ox-axe
axe ****** judgment of others..!

yeah, I think.. tonight - I'm a-gonna HOWL at that silent, mocking moon.. wake up all them sad and lonely-monsters inside.. I mean, who do they have to talk to.. ??
ok, relax.. joke!
                          ha ha, said the brown-cow.. mooooooh..
or.. I'll just smile politely.. again.. and wink at the night-sky :)






sub-entry: when

when will we wake up
to see
that the world is NOT
what we think it is
or what we see

when will we
wake UP..
and see that
the cloak is
so
heavvvvvvvvvvy.....


(nice self-imposed penalty.. just nice)
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