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"mcguffin" poems
your paradise is giving me hell... yet - we bark at the same moon and all's well. we strike the brass bells of our Wednesday and keep havoc on a leash. drinking mint tea... pealing anguish from a flask... stalking clarity with a cowbell - spoiling ribbons of the sun with night streaks of blind lemons coiling in the blue sky of dread reckoning... a periscope in the marsh, festooned with limp reeds and wild things... my eyes clunk in the Mcguffin and go the way of Eastern men with rope tricks it clicks on the steam in my kettle where harm has a hammock. and a gentle breeze typhoons in a fools mouth. as the whirligigs of Autumn preach Spring in Amsterdam. i'm left out.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
your paradise is giving me hell...
i am unknown. however i bake my cake the quintessence of a fool is His oven, or Her mcguffin... so let the heat play Winter's Thoughts and arrive unspooled before the likes of me and my complete collapse. I am redacted from the narrative, much like - your reason to breathe - lurks behind a myst. or a fog is a glimpse. You you un-suture the parabola from the arch of all Monte Cristo ! you shank the villain as villainy is your twin.,, we cohabit the one and split the difference the same. from some " within ". II much like thin filaments of music returning to a stream to bow their heads in the Eucharist of a slit wrist - we are confluent in the chambers of our undertow and serve such masters, a world can endure but hardly love the triumph of the cube over paisley cubes, III i almost say something all the time. IV all the Time,
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
Redacted
i wish i could find my brother he would love the way this light is cutting through the thoroughfare. such a sense of foreboding but this could be Sandy’s doing, if anything, it’s a red herring. maybe i’m rushing to judgement. it could be a McGuffin either way it will end how it always does. the antithesis of every scenario running through my-fucking-head at a mile a minute. the King of the ****** hers. rarely mine. it might be time to put the drink down.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
October 4am