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Author: | knee tunes [ Sun January 13, 2013 9:41 am ] |
Post subject: | dicky poetry |
Dangles It's not your indifference that makes the difference I think its your spiral-striped stair case that you maimed, healed, and egg-shelled, brooms down, all while calling for your razorbacks, which you never did ride away your insignificance is another story you spoke of it when you were cigarette but an ashtray backing up into your mother's arms begging yourself to get off the swing a little salty, a little small, and a little too steady entrapping this case of field armor and worms we embarked entrepid along a lonely night back to where disease was just the word ~wind~ on top of this you erected a tent, just in case oh what it was like for me to for me only write I heard birds in a fire! and a firefly burning besides where the sky was cornered and forced to dry a long time into that night did you recover? prospering doesn't hang that much down if at all when you're recovering from flinging yourself like I did right up the wall embiled inside you--green like an inner child where you have been sleeping in it and now you're suffering from it |
Author: | epilogue [ Sun January 13, 2013 8:07 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: Poetry |
Author: | knee tunes [ Tue February 26, 2013 5:53 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: Poetry |
The paper dies like a wet pen. Addition, addition, and addition. |
Author: | nyquillyn [ Tue February 26, 2013 7:40 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: Poetry |
knee tunes wrote: Dangles It's not your indifference that makes the difference I think its your spiral-striped stair case that you maimed, healed, and egg-shelled, brooms down, all while calling for your razorbacks, which you never did ride away your insignificance is another story you spoke of it when you were cigarette but an ashtray backing up into your mother's arms begging yourself to get off the swing a little salty, a little small, and a little too steady entrapping this case of field armor and worms we embarked entrepid along a lonely night back to where disease was just the word ~wind~ on top of this you erected a tent, just in case oh what it was like for me to for me only write I heard birds in a fire! and a firefly burning besides where the sky was cornered and forced to dry a long time into that night did you recover? prospering doesn't hang that much down if at all when you're recovering from flinging yourself like I did right up the wall embiled inside you--green like an inner child where you have been sleeping in it and now you're suffering from it |
Author: | knee tunes [ Wed April 24, 2013 8:38 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: Poetry |
You got your sheep goat's face up I see lemon-berried scapegoat as slippery I suspect you've lined them up with carmel-apple-colored barrettes baby hog's breath shaped like your wigwam memories etched like the time you left in leftfield's basketball court skating rink hot cocoa snot kisses Christmas used to be mine I gave it to you as a gift you sent it back to a different address that's how it goes around each time I guess I expect some things to remain as crisp as wonderful yet each return is so changed it leads to the downhill ski slope I am forever guest hosting I didn't sign up to be this turn style or the stylus (did I give you the stylus or just the records?) stuck on repeat, i wish i could dismember the skip spinning on the icon i loved so much how would you like this to be your bones, your teeth, your skin? all to do without but watch it be done in front of you every day would you like two or seven of them to go? nah. I always just get them to stay. |
Author: | knee tunes [ Wed April 24, 2013 8:41 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: Poetry |
minutes absorb what is water to thought thought I'd add another log to the thought I'd adhere to that which pulled me in and under your wrenches snow, clanging, your voice thought I'd with pebbles and small things tossed in rabbits, stars, darkness one cricket, two cricket fire and just looking at you |
Author: | knee tunes [ Wed August 14, 2013 3:38 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: Poetry |
Elusive on longevity mutually excluding every difference better for the portrayal than road rage long foretold it long live rock that well-passed it driving down the freeway aurora borealis in chains what remains is not the song that's been sung before but said before and best forgiven deeply not caring because you do so with shepherds marking your every village under your every rock camouflage |
Author: | knee tunes [ Tue October 15, 2013 6:49 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: Poetry |
when things are going they bleed and they go and you try but they crumple and bleed on the grass sometimes it's the worst thing in the world to watch something go empty-handed taking everything |
Author: | knee tunes [ Sat January 04, 2014 4:43 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: Path of Logical |
remember that dark green nighttime web-like spines down your back laughter ceased with every tearing when I walked in Peruvian sheep, and a home-made crown awesome calling your duty is love is so tremendously down some forty-nine-yard beaten-to-death path where all the forest hides the stars and instead preserves tar leaves look treachery is not given an arm or a coat, it is given a verse it's leaving us tomorrow on it's crazy wind-swept pathos can only ever be contained up there in mollusk high dreams but because it isn't never did you ever come so far all to need a ride home |
Author: | knee tunes [ Tue April 01, 2014 5:42 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
love is in your lap it spread through your veins crossing ravines and roots canal mahybe at the last moment we will know all the time spent on the smallest things two directions relative to ground inhale it the dog tall but round in your lap darting eyes wagging flap cooling arms magnificent umbrella signals motion open to where we shake it, there we should magnetism and a person you go where attracted to |
Author: | Fuzzcharger [ Wed April 02, 2014 12:29 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
I like it. |
Author: | knee tunes [ Fri October 21, 2016 2:36 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
Fuzzcharger wrote: I like it. thank you! |
Author: | knee tunes [ Fri October 21, 2016 2:48 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
there is so much darkness in wind i pray that if it is the end, that just a day should never be so boring as to not see the light in trees or memories or adoration of just someone a place that reminds you of Halloween 10 years ago a sound of wood and gentleness of curly hair that you love so much and wish were here even though it is hi an arm and hand of someone you love, what a beautiful thing to have near, you wish that it would never go away . words you say words you say don't go away |
Author: | knee tunes [ Wed January 25, 2017 5:01 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
warm pickle in a bag i don't frickin care shut your friggin face |
Author: | knee tunes [ Sat July 21, 2018 11:15 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
It's a rainy generation. One you pick at with ease All this day and you're foolish Shut up don't walk around when you finally see Are you for real |
Author: | knee tunes [ Fri November 01, 2019 5:23 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
dont get me started baby you know how things get once they are started do you want to talk about dead clan and of you've got to fight for your right to let me roll it and in an instant I remember 1,005 forgotten dreams, all becoming unwrapped like lighthouses loose before my eyes like a bandit of flies take the wrappings and make them today make them imaginings let's make them as if they were lovely woven things to nestle in for one long-ass short while |
Author: | knee tunes [ Fri November 01, 2019 7:27 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
August is Windy it pretends in its beginning (grey) to upend the few trees it finds .....yellowing there is no news for the .....happy remorse pining, ever recovering, its .....time There's a hollow to it. set Apart from the full July & the packed September it resembles an always ................... turquoise which is light Katys did and didn't at long last. Please last ..........and last ...........and last ...........and last |
Author: | surfndestroy [ Fri November 08, 2019 8:51 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
Dick Poetry was a fine young man. Called masturbation one long soliloquy. He'd often touch water when he had to pee. |
Author: | knee tunes [ Tue November 12, 2019 12:12 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
what would I do if all exotic were pink color psychotic move to 19 45 alone but with bells fortunes tell her having alot to do with sound and listen a garage kitchen warmed oven on towels warming milk, baby chicken pox . maybe. real bad cars seem strange too large for me still the surgeon. steels October November real bloody December unprepared for. what my mother, what you cared for. love is real, tell my dream Tell my being what to feel. In the night of avalanche thought I'd try for fat and fast All but cold but diamonds mine Free from past but not so trying Back porch dew but where are my friends Where are my friends Where are my friends Where are my friends I am dying Where are my friends |
Author: | knee tunes [ Wed November 13, 2019 5:15 am ] |
Post subject: | Re: dicky poetry |
it's the unfamiliar path part the first time through the unknown tenderness when first happens unmimicable not the cadence like your song on the table when you try to name it and so so cold your stone flopping blueberry holes lime and worcester firing ozone but nothing to cover yourself with the rodents seeking to do what you have done into others you shouldn't read this you should keep your mind well blown there was domestic violence alot at the house and he would keep her locked in the basement for days |
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