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Jul 2015
Fleeting glances you never saw
Run and skimper, right past your
Eyegazingballs.
White whistling lace
Flashes of what you create
But you grow like a vine in the earth
Your stem slanted in the wrong direction.

I've written probably over
A hundred and two, not just who
I almost added an ironic sad song
To a party play list, but we all know
We gurgle and swallow dark red
And whiskey wine.

Sweet glowing rays of your sunshine
Sun King, Moon Queen
Meet and repeat
But Moon Queen's gauntlet
Was turned upside down for her
By the hands of fathers and all the men
Rising before and after her.

But podcasts and topical internet articles
We swim and breathe into the aquarium
Of history books burning under our same
Ashy woven floors.

Little, tumbling away with secret laughter
You wanna love me so good, so well
You wanna give me a flame of happiness
Like the one that nearly lit up my elfin skull
As iron lungs huff and puff
"**** heals"
I love to jest the best
In the company of man.

Television series, so important
1,000 dollars we can afford?
At the mercy of my father
We women, place our plumes into our hats
Buckle our shoes, belt our trousers
If I were a man,
I would have been the best ******* man.

But as a breathing carcass filled swan
We, I sweep over the mountains and hungry oceans
Why wait?
???????????
No?

We fill every glimmer of skin
With the pixie dust of newness.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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