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Let that five petal flower of your hand fist tightAnd see your fingernails cutting moons of rage
Into your metal palm, skin soft and light
Dry inside your blistered metal cage
Of a hundred spoken totems, this is one
Of those weeks where you're gunning for the lord
No reason speaking flames from tongues so deep
That flay the backs of tethers lightly moored
A ricochet of feathers caught between
The vision of your night-haunt aching green
That scintillating plastic vision fed
Between the haunting buck teeth of the dead
I've asked you now to stop and read a while
Like those who make a grin out of a smile
I've plastered rain in tatters to my skin
But whatever way I turn, I cannot win.
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Comments: 11
baarish [2007-04-04 14:09:12 +0000 UTC]
from a poet to a poet, this is stunning. the words are like butter, flowing through eachother. pure emotion.
A ricochet of feathers caught between
The vision of your night-haunt aching green
That scintillating plastic vision fed
Between the haunting buck teeth of the dead
my god
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Inordinate In reply to baarish [2007-04-05 00:16:59 +0000 UTC]
Thankyou so much. It's always nice to hear from another poet, and your comments mean a great deal. I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for the
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HellFayrie [2005-09-15 07:20:27 +0000 UTC]
Wonderful cadence.
Not as angsty as most, if it makes you feel better.
<3
-Chella
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killthemouse [2005-09-13 08:09:57 +0000 UTC]
Nice. Angst is a-okay as long as it's well written... I mean, look at the Smiths.
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Inordinate In reply to killthemouse [2005-09-13 10:51:49 +0000 UTC]
Haha very true that ... I mean, anything is okay really as long as it's expressed ok. I mean, I never thought I'd find myself enjoying a tale about a young self-obsessed boy named Cerpin Taxt who accidentally creates a race of wierd creatures called the Tremulant Metacarpi that try to reincarnate him as their forgotten god Moatilliata when he tries to kill himself using his mother's morphine so they put him in some thing called the Ectopic Shapeshifting Penancepropulsion and send him to a land filled with thousands of submarines and then he gets trapped in the body of some crazy lady named the Clavietika who makes people kill themselves just by looking at them and gets caught up in a grand war to end the evil rule of some guy named Koral Mataxia ... but if you back it with kickass music, I dig, I dig.
Thanks.
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killthemouse In reply to Inordinate [2005-09-13 12:10:57 +0000 UTC]
Uh-ha... send me link to de-loused insanity, dammit.
Man, those guys are crazier than I thought.
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Inordinate In reply to killthemouse [2005-09-14 02:57:36 +0000 UTC]
hmm I'm not sure how to make the link all hyperlinky ... but go to [link] for a forum on various interpretations of deloused. there's a forum within that for book interpretations. very crazy, interesting stuff.
thanks
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sean-t-barnes [2005-09-12 14:11:47 +0000 UTC]
rhyming makes angst so much more enjoyable to read
you pass.
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Inordinate In reply to sean-t-barnes [2005-09-13 01:37:01 +0000 UTC]
haha thankyou very much.
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