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I would like to watch you wrestle, with your sheets so white. I would like to watch you wrestle. I would like to wrestle with you, stand above as a train trestle, noisy tracks above your bed pick you up and throw you, show you my classic move on white sheets in the dark, full moon casting doubt that you will resist my sleeper hold, afraid that I might leave forgetting, my mask and championship belt with notches, for you to remember me; bye, bye, but then in your delirium you insult my mum and I return to the fray, tangling you in the sheets and warming all the pillows coldest sides as I do my spinning whirling dervish move at the head of your bed, I strip the bed of all its dressing, so if and when I go you will have to make it on your own you are standing there breathing heavy as I turn to gloat away you simply fall upon the naked bed breathless I take one last leap into the air your eyes open wide and we connect in that moment, I know you know I am about to land a hammer elbow & painfully direct.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
darrell-wade-elverum
Parody Alert (Variation on the)Variation on the Word Sleep(Wrestle) Parody Alert
I would like to watch you wrestle, with your sheets so white. I would like to watch you wrestle. I would like to wrestle with you, stand above as a train trestle, noisy tracks above your bed pick you up and throw you, show you my classic move on white sheets in the dark, full moon casting doubt that you will resist my sleeper hold, afraid that I might leave forgetting, my mask and championship belt with notches, for you to remember me; bye, bye, but then in your delirium you insult my mum and I return to the fray, tangling you in the sheets and warming all the pillows coldest sides as I do my spinning whirling dervish move at the head of your bed, I strip the bed of all its dressing, so if and when I go you will have to make it on your own you are standing there breathing heavy as I turn to gloat away you simply fall upon the naked bed breathless I take one last leap into the air your eyes open wide and we connect in that moment, I know you know I am about to land a hammer elbow & painfully direct.
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Every ninth wave turned red, The ones in between, were dead and grey, as her day was, her past, The man with the biggest pay-check had the biggest mouth, her job he said almost went south, without her. Alone with her thoughts instead of wearing beer in sleeves, her eyes wearied from tears as she drove here, no co-workers to try to cheer her heart. heart, red, same colour  as the waves, every ninth now fading with her sobs, fading red and she knew there was going to be no moon tonight. Music played from across the bay as a crab scuttled to avoid the smallest waves, the fireworks would begin, to light fires in the distant sky, the mushrooms began to glow about her near the blanket of sand and grass. She tilted her head back and looked at the stars begin to be lit by the night and kicked her heel and struck the ground hard, there was no soft sand but a cloth bag and an object hard, tied inside. There was no scent, no stench, she hefted the bag with two hands and untied coarse twine rolled back soft fabric open to find a large golden egg easily even in low light, suddenly she looked around quickly the only noise was that, that the dark always made, but in her mind a noisy trap door to freedom fell open for her.
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
darrell-wade-elverum
Nine of Hearts and Story Cubes
Every ninth wave turned red, The ones in between, were dead and grey, as her day was, her past, The man with the biggest pay-check had the biggest mouth, her job he said almost went south, without her. Alone with her thoughts instead of wearing beer in sleeves, her eyes wearied from tears as she drove here, no co-workers to try to cheer her heart. heart, red, same colour  as the waves, every ninth now fading with her sobs, fading red and she knew there was going to be no moon tonight. Music played from across the bay as a crab scuttled to avoid the smallest waves, the fireworks would begin, to light fires in the distant sky, the mushrooms began to glow about her near the blanket of sand and grass. She tilted her head back and looked at the stars begin to be lit by the night and kicked her heel and struck the ground hard, there was no soft sand but a cloth bag and an object hard, tied inside. There was no scent, no stench, she hefted the bag with two hands and untied coarse twine rolled back soft fabric open to find a large golden egg easily even in low light, suddenly she looked around quickly the only noise was that, that the dark always made, but in her mind a noisy trap door to freedom fell open for her.
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