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Journal Entry: Mon Jul 28, 2014, 2:22 AM
So, here is a feature:
sugarclawyou sang, watermystic
rosehips swaying  two hearts
to a shell

and i, niagara
fell beneath, earth tesselate
seeping in infinite squares
but this is no desert love
story you are telling, lies
stretched over acres
o' your sweetscented mouth
ClockThe grandfather clock's face turned down, sad. There must have been a bad moon. Time is an unhappy business, abstract, misunderstood. The clock had stood in the same spot for 200 turns around the Sun. And it never became more fun, than it had ever been. Clock remembered the families, the parents, the children, and also the childless, the unmarried, the loveless singles. He was good at remembering; it's what he was for. Happy times and sad times. Times. Time. What a sad business.
Lancelot Price 2014 July 26
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
.a mother
the sheets
from her earth -
red as dying
To Entwinefind the deep places
 in this and every
bottom out
 where words
   cannot reach, describe
   or even begin
where language loses
   all function and weight
   to void and vacuum
breath and sound
           are sacred
reserved for only
  the screams   of life
  entering and leaving
these skies
 highways dense
 packed for crashing
we swerve-    drawing
      for time's attention
if only to buy
 one more breath
 one last look
while life below
  builds, centers gods
             up on axis
 this womb and portal
 shakes contracts
in such a tragic
and beautiful
     exchange, curse
to entwine such gift
  and sacrifice
such a savagely
  soft pull, tearing us
from water
and sky
Crank2:30 AM coffee and cigarettes, rain dripping from the ledge outside
Exhausted, but hopeful; a universe in my cup waiting to spill out
I look inside; this is no new world of wonder, only the one I know
A terrain of coiled barbed wire that engraved my battle scars
Stumble once more down the dark scrubby embankment, naked
Thin-ribbed dogs of waste howl my name; they know me here
The dreamcatcher is full, there will be no more allowed inside
Knives in my back twist like an old song I’ve heard too often
Is that you, looking down from the highest places of light and love?
Do you know what it’s like to be a graveyard worm in soft soil?
How many fingers am I holding up? That’s right, I have none
Little stumps that can’t hold on to anything, can’t even make a fist

sensory aversion: oculuscut my iris—dilating blood
through the socket, eye
oscillates in a blotted daze.
(can you see?)
i gaze in the lurid gloom
    fully fathomed lakes loom
       of opaque vision as my
    disembodied spirit broods
       over weeping gore.
this is an oculus castration
writhing in tears:
a shrill explosion pouring
out of the organ,
and it might leave a bruise.
Sea GlassI hope one day I
can turn into sea glass
I'm being weathered down -
my skin is being bruised
and chaffed by ropes and
I can see my bones glistening
like pearls inside my flesh
But no matter what,
I don't want to become dirty
So please dump me into the sea
among the foam and waves
and hopefully one day
when I wash up again
I will be something that
can be treasured
unrequited cosmologyI sit all night,
trying to imagine
what is happening
on the other side of the universe
when I can’t even bear to think
about what my former lover is
up to
just across town.

Cry if you want to by 7markus7Another color study because I can by IM-Bravo001 by hoooook
Montgomery Clift by olgashaResistance. by Coldwave-Enigma
Andrew Lincoln portrait by dmkozicka

  • Mood: Not Impressed
  • Listening to: My man snore...
  • Reading: No Country For Old Men-Cormac McCarthy


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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
Hey there, Jessica.  Thanks for faving The Answer is None. BTW- you've been writing some great stuff.  Have an awesome night!  :)
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Thank you for the watch, my dear . . . 
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Hey, thanks for checking out my photo manipulated Walking Dead work, and also the favs ;)
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Thanks for faving my work!
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thanks for the fave :hug:
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