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4/30/11 a.) caves of women lips that swallow fruit **** down holiness strange tangled legs vines of disoriented youth b) i met her at a beauty supply shop smacking gum& bad bleach hum cherry lipstick pink i grabbed her hand & took her out back amongst the dumpsters & orchid trees the orchard of our sour tongues swung like a noose in the sea see unsee her blue contacts dried a shovel by her side this is what it means to be alive wanting but not waiting to do die shoveling out a tombstone name trying to force yourself backwards in time to make people & beauty stay on the broken ground we lay asphalt & fertilizer the afternoon sun stinging shadows on our eyes red, blk, white she is speaking lips part like a c l a m braces shining with spit the whole of human history in her imprint “can you…” her soft fingers stroke my face indent stories slow mo i’m by her waiste cars & dogs rustle brown clouds shoot from factories & hover in our hearts her fingers taste like hunger & salt “…. go faster?” fun so fast hoping to make it stop. (all)
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May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
vines of disoriented youth
4/30/11 a.) caves of women lips that swallow fruit **** down holiness strange tangled legs vines of disoriented youth b) i met her at a beauty supply shop smacking gum& bad bleach hum cherry lipstick pink i grabbed her hand & took her out back amongst the dumpsters & orchid trees the orchard of our sour tongues swung like a noose in the sea see unsee her blue contacts dried a shovel by her side this is what it means to be alive wanting but not waiting to do die shoveling out a tombstone name trying to force yourself backwards in time to make people & beauty stay on the broken ground we lay asphalt & fertilizer the afternoon sun stinging shadows on our eyes red, blk, white she is speaking lips part like a c l a m braces shining with spit the whole of human history in her imprint “can you…” her soft fingers stroke my face indent stories slow mo i’m by her waiste cars & dogs rustle brown clouds shoot from factories & hover in our hearts her fingers taste like hunger & salt “…. go faster?” fun so fast hoping to make it stop. (all)
kate-crash
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May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
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