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Posted: February 27th, 2011
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boy vs girl

He is so elusive
I am just a thunder storm
He is not intrusive
I blow up his form

I’m engulfed in fire
But I am not a mirror
Do I draw you nearer
or do I unbound

She is like desire
and all the world conspires
he is like the fire
that all the wind blows

The stars are unsteady
and I’m not really ready
but if you draw me nearer
I will unbound

Posted: February 27th, 2011
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The now

Certain sounds trigger my inner girl to explode. Sights bring a nostalgic joy. Smells ring the past round. To touch it is to touch the womb. The taste consumes my face with a landscape of edible colors I once ate before. The now isn’t such a reminder. The now is the search for the pleasures of the past. When will the now satisfy as the now?

Posted: October 31st, 2010
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saddle shoe blues

Sail a new
Sail right through you
I forgot my name, my place
Saddle shoe you
haven’t met my match
Nothing yum to catch
I misplaced my name, my place
I misplaced your fucking face with my fist

Posted: September 8th, 2010
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Creature from the Bloomfield Lagoon

I need a permanent ride down the road, dust trailing behind. Yes, dust. No, dust doesn’t come round these clean white brick house parts. I can picture a red truck racing down the rocky path. That aint the case. It is a Japanese car shaped like the future, hopping over potholes from michigan winters. Bastard baby priviledge of a life in someone else’s culmination, with a side order of guilt. The green holds me back in black. Broken heels from walking away …away away back home. Grown up in my growing up.

Posted: August 14th, 2010
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Le Soleil Passait travers des rideaux de voiles

And the sun came out, mind I dread the former. Although today le soleil fried and it felt sweet. An amber beam to wake up, too. She told me her secrets through her hands. The secrets gave me a purpose. Reminded me of control. Control the drug. To be in and out. On the outs she brought me back in. Today the poles of my inner will be painted and the mermaids of my feet will transform…Tomorrow the same, but in different form. Dear diary!

Posted: August 13th, 2010
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