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the leper's dance: June 2009
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Thursday, June 18, 2009. Keep it locked up. Like all that matters. Look away, always. Don't let it get to you. So much. think about. Then, when it happens,. When time runs out,. You can slip away easily. You can walk into a new life. Like a cold empty room. And never notice that. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Life, all of it.
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the leper's dance: November 2008
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Monday, November 3, 2008. You open my front door,. Enter through my teeth. Find yourself a soft corner of lung. Ribcage printing press,. Take the elevator spine to. Brain my and scratch,. Thou art art, thinks me,. I breathe, you stretch,. We all go shiver delight. I steal water from. Of luck like sun-. Are we so much. One that we grow. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Life, all of it.
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the leper's dance: January 2009
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009. The music punches into you like a blunt axe. Swinging through the bite of winter. You buckle,. Grasping quiet to find your flesh. [Am I here? Am I a ghost? Bodies floating and drifting in the dead blue chemical sea. You want to go back to before you were born,. When there was nothing, no breathing, no fairy tales. You can't go back. Nothing is a relative term. The grass crawls in between your fingers. Stronger. And slower than your test-tube skin. Unwind. What time is it?
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the leper's dance: June 2010
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Thursday, June 3, 2010. I slept among the ferns that night. My head growing heavy with. Their sad healing wisdom. There was a fat fly who followed me. All day making fat noises in the sun. That morning i had eaten a small. Handful of blueberries - - wild ones. From the side of the road,. Growing out through the wooden. Fence slats. my hair once got tangled. In a thorn bush and it took no small. Amount of pain to free myself. I thought of the fly and i wished. It would fall, wished it would be still.
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the leper's dance: July 2008
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008. A lover named Anthony. The hem of this skirt has grown so unbearably frayed. I fear i begin to see him in the trailing strands. Disillusioned, i retire to sheets soft and clean. Waxing poetic and wistful in the cool night air. He grows and plods in my e a r d r u m s. Think; think; think;" he knifes to me. I smile and let my blood pool for him. We watch our wounded red reflections. Bloom, and the thoughtstains make it all right. It's all right, and i know it, and he knows it.
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the leper's dance: Full Stop and Flower.
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Thursday, August 12, 2010. Full Stop and Flower. So, I wrote this book. It's called Full Stop and Flower. If you read it you'll find out why. It's a bunch of poems, most of them pretty recent, that I collected and rearranged and drawed some drawings about, and the drawings are also in the book. Copies are just over 30 pages, and I'm selling them for $5 each. If you want one please let me know! Thanks for your support! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Life, all of it. Full Stop and Flower.
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the leper's dance: October 2008
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Friday, October 3, 2008. It is my first day. On the planet,. The finches spin nests. From my hair (stranded). And my twining fingers. I fear i do not. Travels to the edges. Yet after my exclamations.). The next-door is blue,. Crisp like October morning. Gray like November mourning. I perch on a nearby blooming stump. And absorb the rain:. I remove them,. A passing owl strikes. And twelve assorted spices. My focus shifts from none. To all, and the colors. From my eye,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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the leper's dance: August 2010
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Thursday, August 12, 2010. Full Stop and Flower. So, I wrote this book. It's called Full Stop and Flower. If you read it you'll find out why. It's a bunch of poems, most of them pretty recent, that I collected and rearranged and drawed some drawings about, and the drawings are also in the book. Copies are just over 30 pages, and I'm selling them for $5 each. If you want one please let me know! Thanks for your support! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Life, all of it. Full Stop and Flower.
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the leper's dance: October 2009
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Thursday, October 22, 2009. Now you see me. There's a coin in your pocket that dances alone. Ascending the staircase to fair Babel's throne. Among the thistles and briar they've grown. To keep out the God Overthrown. There's a coin in your hand with the man in the moon. Hunting the Whale with a lecture harpoon. While the Wolf licks his teeth and his eyes like balloons. The sun has gone down too soon. Heads or tails till you lose your voice. Heads or tails, there is no third choice. Biting deep into clouds.
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the leper's dance: January 2010
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Friday, January 22, 2010. Lord deliver us from the Unholy Self of mind. That plagues our waking with destruction distraction. Pull us free from our mountains of fire where we dwell in misery pride. Send us truly love and absorption and the light and fire. In everywhere that we may alight as candles. Trip through life steadily burning. How green is my eyes and all therein! To be marvel creatures. Who gape and cry at all insects blades of grass. Fruit on the vine bones and cloudy days. The Lord is grace!
