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wake up, rod: September 2015
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Wake up, rod. Seasonal Depression," Dennis Svoronos. Sunday, September 6, 2015. Corpse feather flies bright red from eating too many. Rose petals. Finger sandwiches and Commandaria. When he asks me if it’s finally over, if after crossing. The ocean five times dragging her loveless living body. His burden was finally lifted. Knowing that even then. The chain flapped loose, the chain flaps loose, his smile. Lines ready rivulets. Peach brimstone: eulogizing the Cypriot. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). In which ...
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wake up, rod: December 2010
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Wake up, rod. Seasonal Depression," Dennis Svoronos. Thursday, December 2, 2010. I have trouble with nostalgia. But I also basically exist for it, at a certain level. I have problems with it. that last poem was about it too. I'm working through it. How do I write about it? You can take this as an assignment if you like. apologies for any roughness. I’m looking at pictures of you. While I pick my outerwear apart. Because I think about unlaced. Boots plowing through rural. Street snow, you pressed to my ear.
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wake up, rod: February 2012
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Wake up, rod. Seasonal Depression," Dennis Svoronos. Friday, February 3, 2012. 2012 IS OUR YEAR! Mistakes were made in the making. Of the moment, when I didn’t ask. And you let it happen. As if a tongue. In your ass is some big fucking deal,. Dude, admit, it felt good. I am good. At that shit. Still, I could have asked. Before you came with your hole. Clenched down against my tongue. Like a drowning man to a raft. Made of awesome. Courtesy is elusive. When you’re that hard. And you tasted. Sex as a weapon.
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wake up, rod: October 2015
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Wake up, rod. Seasonal Depression," Dennis Svoronos. Monday, October 5, 2015. Hey AD and B, KG and JP miss you! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). New Scoreboard for the Old Ceremony. The great zeroing has come. Ur junk all up in my stuff. Hey AD and B, KG and JP miss you! A beatdown for the joy bullies. Bold proclamations are easily undone. Boy I hope I dont regret this assignment. Cub Love in Club Love. DNA and silverfish are the bad kids on the block. Do what you feel as long as its what I told you to do.
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wake up, rod: Hymn to the particular loneliness
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Wake up, rod. Seasonal Depression," Dennis Svoronos. Saturday, August 22, 2015. Hymn to the particular loneliness. Kiss is too much. For you while your come. Out of me. True,. I wear my hunger. On my belly and I have worked. Long days in little. Come on, you knew this. About me. I want. Rowdy rollick. Ramble on. Full. Stop feel. See these finger. Suckers and nose tip. And yes, good. God, I love. Of my Frisco thrums. Forearm. But sweetly. Turn. Lamp and let the light. In Please, let the butter sun. Of me ...
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wake up, rod: November 2010
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Wake up, rod. Seasonal Depression," Dennis Svoronos. Monday, November 15, 2010. Can i be honest and weird. Horse, Horse, Packhorse. On the yogurt farm we used. My car’s roof as an ashtray. And threw protein cubes. At the sows. Vanilla. Horse, Horse, Packhorse. With the letter S inscribes. A pentagram on the world. The horses of privilege running. Horse, Horse, Packhorse. On every hill as far as I could see. Nostalgia is more than I can bear,. Each fucking second a x-shaped. Horse, Horse, Packhorse. Up a ...
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wake up, rod: March 2014
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Wake up, rod. Seasonal Depression," Dennis Svoronos. Wednesday, March 26, 2014. 8220;That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.”. Jeff Vandermeer, Annihilation. To be brought along a court. Of finest grass as show goers harmonize down by the river. To pray or study about that old good boy. You once were but I likely did not know. If I saw what you think on me. It would be grounds to hermit. Night was essential inoculate! Even as the...
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wake up, rod: Jingle Horse Mechanism
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Wake up, rod. Seasonal Depression," Dennis Svoronos. Wednesday, December 9, 2015. 1 bushels of fun. The clopping of dread bells. we pick up. Our feet and circle the target lot in loping ovals. Mirroring gulls, through cold wind and dry wind,. Sunwise. what we surround is solomonic, made. Of angry bristles and harness. bordering with black powder and salt. And carrots julienned for the pursed leaves of bell lips. In bright sun and snowless storm, it rattles for sacrifice. Of the mall, with the pine scente...
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wake up, rod: Phenomenons One Through Ten
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Wake up, rod. Seasonal Depression," Dennis Svoronos. Tuesday, August 4, 2015. Phenomenons One Through Ten. A crow with a tampon in its beak. tells. Of something to come. considerately bobbing. And weaving between hopscotch cigarettes. The ghosts choke out the dunkin on Tremont. Memories of guns up for offer, taking offers on the soul. Of a four-four, making white deals in a donut den. The hierophants take down the stars and bars. no one knows. The judges bicker over how best to bring the hammer down,.
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wake up, rod: July 2011
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Wake up, rod. Seasonal Depression," Dennis Svoronos. Monday, July 25, 2011. JP on "deal with me," BBRRRRAP! The force is strong in others). I don’t shake, I detonate. See. I can pile up words like casings. In a bullet factory. See I can. Twist your ear with a swish. Of jawbone. A cotillion of lashing. An affront of debutantes. I don’t. Give a fuck, I keep them all for myself. I break it smooth: the force is strong. In others, the mysteries beat firm in. The breasts of any John, but Tenderheels. Out of Pr...