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Random Rules: April 2011
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011. Then again. Here, the former site. Of a nineteenth century shipping dock. Now a concrete slab overlooking. The East River. I was younger then. The shoeprint gives it away], time. Was for lovin' the hell out of you. Jesus preaching for the apostles. Be his light dude, not his judge! I try to understand what he means. While setting the table for Easter. Promisse me you'll never be sad. On my behalf kid. Remains are silent. You call and bring forth what's within. Posted by de vries.
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Thursday, November 10, 2011. A Letter Kept To Myself. It is somewhat what I imagine knowledge to be. Dark, salty, clear moving, forever flowing. Since our knowledge is historical, flown. A monotonous coastline, endless and sagging. Delicately ornamented by the moon still hanging solid. The poorest postcard of itself. I was waiting for this letter to find you home. I guess it will reach you on that waiting room,. I am too shy to stop. Cannot derange or rearrange. The Islands have not shifted since.
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Friday, June 03, 2011. Feasible vision under bed linen, you are here and you are here. Strangely enough, that '61 talkie was on tv last night - black, white,. Absolutely not". Your parting words, your queer wrangling. Intoxicated, acting sober - Misfit Flat. A beer a year. Would say my friend Mitch, whose dad passed not long ago. Came summer. There's the sky again, as shallow as creek. God willin'. It will. We both know. Back in my bed again, red. Some practical concerns include my teenage years that were.
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Sunday, July 17, 2011. Tell me again where to hide. It is a secret as well. Along my dubious veins. Come closer, listen! Another fruit I have tasted before. Is it about me? No It is about war. Is it about me? Yes Only the part where you're tired. It has something to do with that song. About the divorced father, yes. Is there honor in this, or a point even? Not in me, no. You do it to get off. I beat you to it. It's because I am weak and you know it. Then tell me again where to hide. Posted by de vries.
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Random Rules: January 2012
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Monday, January 09, 2012. There on the swingset. Feeding a pigeon, one fucking pigeon. How it was morning and bright and sleep was. To physicality and kerosene one gender alone. Both. An event so rare. You come into town. And liberate the feet of the teens. We. Are stranded by snow. Falling-down-hopeless alcoholics, gag a little -. Force it all down, munch our hay. The milk truck had left. I vouched for that. It is my birthday. Bring on the razor. Make love to it and take me out to dinner. Pickle it.
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Monday, January 09, 2012. There on the swingset. Feeding a pigeon, one fucking pigeon. How it was morning and bright and sleep was. To physicality and kerosene one gender alone. Both. An event so rare. You come into town. And liberate the feet of the teens. We. Are stranded by snow. Falling-down-hopeless alcoholics, gag a little -. Force it all down, munch our hay. The milk truck had left. I vouched for that. It is my birthday. Bring on the razor. Make love to it and take me out to dinner. Pickle it.
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011. Then again. Here, the former site. Of a nineteenth century shipping dock. Now a concrete slab overlooking. The East River. I was younger then. The shoeprint gives it away], time. Was for lovin' the hell out of you. Jesus preaching for the apostles. Be his light dude, not his judge! I try to understand what he means. While setting the table for Easter. Promisse me you'll never be sad. On my behalf kid. Remains are silent. You call and bring forth what's within. Posted by de vries.
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Random Rules: February 2011
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011. Elegy To My Son Or What You Will. Scoot, kid, in any juvenile contraption, please. Impart your light to my understanding of the world. Yours are the funny hours, the funny job and some bad ideas. Still young and drunk and to bed not long after ten or eleven. I am so dumb. Cowboy of old swaying a hat, cornered calf. My world's under mist, loving razors, no dreams of any sort. The handkerchief is a traveling bag, all mouth is the bartender. Posted by de vries. Posted by de vries.
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Random Rules: September 2010
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Saturday, September 04, 2010. As you led a dying bird. On the back of your. To a stream of water. And I could not bend. To bite how much I. Love you, not. Posted by de vries. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Arts and Letters Daily. Stuff White People Like. The Book Design Review. View my complete profile. Money in your pockets.
