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Argentum Apr 2016
ah, the anonymity of virtualization. a place where words are broken into bits and therefore harder to trip on. if only I was so eloquent in meatspace. some have achieved a subtleslick lethal elegant, a fluid flowing smooth-like-butter love affair with words. writing, like seduction, takes practice and street smarts to master. my relationship with words is fragile-soft shy. young love, cautious and sweet. a virginal coyness; the words maddeningly slip through my fingers like dreamsand. I chase after the right words through hyperbolic forests, slay dragons, kiss her (what else would Language be?) soft and hard, love her wrong and love her right. but girls leave you, always, starstruck and drunk with love or infatuation or lust or all three. Even language. even language.
Barry Comer Feb 2010
Such a polished act,“who you mean”,your obscenityand crawling nails,they scratch the sidewalk,we lost all hope for Youand walk with dark eyes;thrown from Your arms.You held the tickets,of children whose dreamsand whose tune…feet with pepsi caps,the smiles of night.“really?”Willingly plunderedin dark brown or kool-aid lime,holding the smokesand shivering puffs,that pass from lipto mouth.We look 6:30 in the morning;we are your Lounge.“yeah I know, it’s voodoo”Our paper dryness andshaking palms,we high and low,ritual blows,who work the Lounge,who adore your obscenity,the comedy, the pages of scribble;our perspectives of absurd value.We adore you andthat sketch, stubbled erasingsin the Lounge.“you mean the voodoo lounge?”“yeah!”2010 Barry Comer
.They extricated colors from my dreamsand splattered them onto canvas.Natural starlight rapped softlyon my chamber door,illuminating my life.Hopping to and fro, the ravenblew out each candle,one by one...as  starlight flooded the night.Suddenly brilliance met the brush.
A night full of wishes
Illuminating kisses
As time ticks by in swishes
Softly lulling you to sleep

Stars ****** twinkle
Dreamsand slowly sprinkles
And gives a final winkle
Pulling you in deep

Until you're outside in
Not bound by your own skin
Now you can begin
To view what you steep

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