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 Apr 2013 Julia Rae Irvine
india
She wished for fins instead of feet
and to be in sea instead of the sand
wanting to be like the waves
as they play in the smooth cold waters
completely free
so one day she went for a swim
and became one.
*i.c.d
 Apr 2013 Julia Rae Irvine
R
Cycle
 Apr 2013 Julia Rae Irvine
R
For some reason,
I'm okay with it I guess.
You loving him and
Me loving you.
It'll always be a cycle
That I can't win.
 Apr 2013 Julia Rae Irvine
india
I miss
your electric
fresh kiss

the taste
of your sweet lips
erased

we're dead
all our words left
unsaid
*i.c.d
A musette poem, it was a little tricky to get.
i might give you this. but you won't change.
we have new ways of getting the pain in.
are you even aware of the practical agony of our bliss-less gloom ?
our two rooms a-jumblerumpskin ?
we live in the crease of at least two invalids.
but you steal cake and i witness. ****, i've been this
nitwit who had a mind but squandered the perils of success in a losing myth.
i was a shut in
over the moon of my misadventures. tucked into jupiter sugar with my hair clean.
but my fear out.
cleave to the up lump of ecstasy. cling to your yesterdays
like a bright hag to a bone.
like a north to your south dakota.
be the one thing you live for
and the last thing to die.
watch the stars go out

with your mouth.
right now.
England eats Her shoes.
The Royal Be-dazzler was insane,
so these shoes were extraordinary birds.
The pair assembled their Royal Nest
in a vault. Inside a laser cocoon.
A Might peckish..
England eats
Her shoes.

In Japan, tsunami lack the dexterity to avoid densely populated areas;
but dolphins are delicious.
The cherry blossoms are giddy pink.
And Zen
Koi.

Ripples in a pond decapitate the moon.

In Japan, the Future was Yesterday;
So their robots have emotions -

They cry themselves to sleep
at night.... in the middle
of the Sea.

They cry themselves to sleep at night.... in the middle of the Sea.
Crisp air blows through the car window
The boulevard opens under electric light
A favorite old song plays over the radio
As our hearts find a magic in the night
We’re alive and we know it, because
Oh, for the moment, we’re alive and we know it
Thank God, we’re alive and we know it



(c) Marty Schoenleber III 2013
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