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ravenous

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ravenous

      for your very bones i am hungry -  ravenous.  

spade

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spade

  you, into my bones dug marrow with a spade. my house, filled with cats & combs; only breathless air can fade. the points of his nails raging against her patchwork quilt, ripped off the ends of my cattails and my celosia began to wilt. there are many wicked things and the spade is most impartial. swords and daggers will slay kings but the spade buries the marshall.

silver lining sandwich

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silver lining sandwich

BREAD I. I am a jealous Go(rfice)d. II. From my nails & brimstone the Berlin Wall arose. BEEF III. Terror runs down my throat like flower petals in cakes. IV. You are like washing your hands before sticking them     down your throat - false health. CHEESE V. I always have to explain Jacob's ladder to you. VI. Then you slip on my lungs. BREAD VII. Shiver up chain link fences with me, if you're beautiful. VIII. My stars can't align.

gingerale

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gingerale

 today, we soaked in summertime kisses like gingerale -- sharp and wonderful stitches hastily sewn over and over littered our sunburned stomachs as we caught smiles on the murky breeze i wish that there was no end to this florescent heart haze and that when we danced, the air would caress our shoulders like father's hands and king's cloaks.

elmer's cigars

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elmer's cigars

i’ve really enjoyed exploring the extent elmer’s glue, even though it’s dried in between my fingers; it makes me feel like i still have scars to finger. me and my grandmother (ma grandmere et moi), we plastered it onto our varicose veins and inside the cracks of our bone stone walls  as she lights another cigarette,     as another smoke vein wafts toward my heart (déplace-t-elle ton coeur?) beaten down, beaten down, fall down stairs  as the third one creaks     as the fifth one gives i forget how to breath (mais c’est à peine été!) Edie and I cut her rosery quite well in fact, ev

os de fleur

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os de fleur

we sank under the silence of the moon glistened like idle hands grazing the ice i think it was a sunday afternoon when just your breath and bones seemed to suffice. lacy lily pads laughed at our dirty feet and caustic moss mulled over the boat's planks your bones filled my heart with their listless grief we hung heartstring melodies on the banks. i kissed your whispers, those crystal rock doves you leaked into stories of last night's love.

ma cheval

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ma cheval

i don't know how you count your blessings but i count hoofbeats tail twitches and rib-shaking brays from inside a white picket fence. 1, 2, 3, 4 grab mane and make sure to bend and turn your head and not your body and keep your heels down (toes up) you don't know how hard i work to make it look this goddam easy. please, yank your hoof away from me then bruise my side as i tighten your girth. inhale and exhale fingering your way through peppermints hay fever is better than any crack i've ever tried rotton carrot tack trunks and two-cent ribbons cost more than that handbag. (who's? mine? yes.) but after aching thighs and burning
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new years poem

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new years poem

 I have fingers made for dialing rotary telephones until sore and for pricking; one, two, many times and pressing crescent moons into skin. I am a cultivation of blood—bloodlines and blood oaths and blood drawn from sewing needles, among other things... chewed up blooding lips. scratched bloody cuticles paired with blood under fingernails. bloody scalp and bloodshot eyes— Blood. Blood. Blood. and damn, the best New Years Resolution I can give is, maybe I'll do better next time.

I Belong To You

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I Belong To You

   I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.   Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another co

despotism

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despotism

she is a bird sitting, teetering on a power line because one way or another, she figures the best way to end a story is a big bang. He is a fish swimming, traversing along, Against the crashing tide because He figures he can defy the law one or way or another, And the best way to begin Is to finish the end Before he's stuck in her talons. though she is made of feathers and bones and she is still weightless enough to take to the currents of air, she is powerless against the waves his actions make, and she is so easily swept away that she thinks her body might as well be made of stones. He could tell she was astounded by his ocean, By the place

Astral

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Astral

i'm the seraphic romanticist, a hallowed body swallowing galaxies like i am hellbent on self-deterioration

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parenthesis

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parenthesis

1. i didn’t realize that you were my sixth vertebrae until i broke my back.   ( i stepped through the cracks in the tunnel when you held my hand ) you skated out of the hospital like the ribbons living in the edges of my eyelids - i knew you were a dancer on the left stage of my Broadway         right around the streetlights in my ribcage. 2. i switched my veins for electricity and my eyes for strobe lights letting the vibrations shatter my sweet bones.   ( we drove that car down i-75 at breakneck ) you shivered into my skin like hyperactive meteors & i thought i was your polish girl [stretched into your cosmos] 3. d
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new account

new account

hello loves - i will be using a new account specifically for poetry: dripped-honeymouth (https://www.deviantart.com/dripped-honeymouth) please watch & note me there. :heart:

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Who does this belong to?

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=436864899711980&set=a.410706028994534.91673.410699308995206&type=1&theater i was looking through facebook and i found that ^ i know i've seen the piece before on here and was wondering if anybody knew who it belonged to, and if they had permission to put it on Facebook.

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