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five years ago we went with my family to the movie theater
and didn't sit with them, but that didn't mean I wanted
your tongue down my throat in the same room that contained
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  • Reading: the heart goes last
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  • Eating: califlower bread
  • Drinking: abyss oak soaked
pen to paper

an angry proposition

and an exercise dying of neglect

there has been no space

the what, the is

regretfully a heavier mass

than love in a black negative corner.
_______________________________

ive got no roots
  • Listening to: revolution radio
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song of the broken clocks by G C Waldrep


the broken clocks within the clocks were singing. it was February. I opened
one of the clocks so as to see better. inside the clock were the broken clocks. I heard them singing, and then I shut the door of the clock, in a way one shuts the door on a cold wind, or an election. It was march. I opened another clock. more broken clocks, more singing. I went outside for a time and then came back in. it was May. using a complicated system of levers and pulleys I opened 3 clocks simultaneously. inside, broken clocks sprawled amid chaff and sawdust like ballots, or like bodies. but singing. which ballots do not do. which bodies do not do, not sprawled like that. I reached down, touched my own body. it was june. there would be other elections. I wanted to stop the singing without stopping the clocks. I wanted the tin soldiers to come home. with their cold hands and cold faces. with their vials and their supplements. with their pomegranates and their pennywhistles and their thin lips smeared with jam. it was june again. inside the broken clocks an election was singing. I opened the windows. there is always another election, just as there is always another door. another clock. another body. another song.
  • Listening to: quaysarz
  • Reading: the heart goes last
  • Watching: fargo 3
  • Playing: hellabroke from my vw trunk
  • Eating: califlower bread
  • Drinking: abyss oak soaked
pen to paper

an angry proposition

and an exercise dying of neglect

there has been no space

the what, the is

regretfully a heavier mass

than love in a black negative corner.
_______________________________

ive got no roots

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imperfect Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours.
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critmass Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
hell
whats a BR among friends
but a simple
flick on the forehead
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critmass Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
when she walks she swings her arms instead of her hips

ive wondered if I can hang on....

when she wants she wants the sun instead of the moon...

I will want her more....

more....

more....
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critmass Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
i really do want to be a poet
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LarkinSkye Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2014  Student Digital Artist
You're one of the most interesting writers I have ever had the pleasure of reading. 
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critmass Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm not sure if interesting describes my prose, but i appreciate your words
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critmass Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
while carving the early morning streets with french tyred speed, I bagan to gently weep from the lyrics I heard. imagining it was a wedding dance I whispered in your ear that even though i acknowledged the sacrosanctity of bonds, i thought that you should keep the car running.
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critmass Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
my hands dont like to critique
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critmass Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
may your peaks always stiffen and your yeast remain live
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SaimGraphics Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Why don't they added you as a Senior Member, even after staying 9 Years???? :) :D
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