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*we were speeding on 'e' in dastardly overused lexemes i used to forget, ending peachy words with 'jolie' (or 'moche'). write: meta-cognition. he writes lines and chisels octaves onto my skin, dough, bones and lacquers, he says they are the only places where mad love-notes would fit without the keys. the bed has turned bipolar, diagnosed with isochronous stability. we sleep in half-cut apples held up by sombre scissors. he imbibes couplets from strophe tea-cups, he leaves me hungover in stanza trains. he says that i am the last pen he has and if i were to stop dreaming, the poet would be dead.* write: writhe, wither.
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 5:13 AM UTC
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*we were speeding on 'e' in dastardly overused lexemes i used to forget, ending peachy words with 'jolie' (or 'moche'). write: meta-cognition. he writes lines and chisels octaves onto my skin, dough, bones and lacquers, he says they are the only places where mad love-notes would fit without the keys. the bed has turned bipolar, diagnosed with isochronous stability. we sleep in half-cut apples held up by sombre scissors. he imbibes couplets from strophe tea-cups, he leaves me hungover in stanza trains. he says that i am the last pen he has and if i were to stop dreaming, the poet would be dead.* write: writhe, wither.
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 5:13 AM UTC
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