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Fly in an
Alabaster entombment
Filling a mold of molten radium

Salival secretion drips on the
Sentiment of a translucent glaze
Venus looks over from a perch
Poisoned from a mercury dressing

'Slip me a ribbon
of arsenic taste
The opium outlasted my breath'

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The time wasn't right
(it never is)
The sky was a deadly, hazel locust
A whirlwind of cold-shouldered acceptance
and
A vortex of callous-skinned affection
Fisheries full of maternal nurturing
Pulling teeth and hooks from pouted lips
Poltergeist cry for their siblings
Manifested by screaming against the wind

Rainfall across a linoleum floor
A broken thatch roof shudders
(its frozen)
A shadow in the corner dances for the moon
Lycanthropy entrances a world of nightmare

Der Teufel versuchte eine hand am schicksal
Engel warfen ihn zurück zu Hölle
Aber der Nachfolger kam zu brennen, um abzufeuern
Und schlag aus kerzen wasser

"Zum Nazaräer!"
Cry saints of holier schooling

A paternal statute at the summit of Struc a' Chroin
Claims a life under nova skies
Instinct causes extinction of purity
Innocence is lost when Death shows his head





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On Tuesday July 20th, 2004, weheldhandsattheendoftheworld (120) writes:
this work leaves me wondering just what was in that verse in german was all about... i need to know.. it will consume my brain.. but that may have been your intent.. nice


On Friday April 16th, 2004, Six-Out (1823) writes:
I dunno man...this lost me, then drug me back in with the next line. It was like pong on atari inside my head. Of course that could be the sleepiness talking. Never the less, great write.


On Sunday April 11th, 2004, capt_funguy (993) writes:
left my brain buzzed man ... nice job ... dig the free turns of phrase ,,, pulling teeth and hooks from pouted lips .... gotta love that ... cool man - funguy


On Sunday April 11th, 2004, Lynaes (1125) writes:
Such beautiful wording creating a breath taking world in my mind's eye. The first three stanzas particularly blew me away. Such an imagination you have, absolutely stunning. ~L


On Sunday April 11th, 2004, manywalks (950) writes:
In Dutch bennen is legs; but that doesn't really fit too well with this passage, burn really does work better.


On Sunday April 11th, 2004, purr_verse (1435) writes:
there is a quality in this that reminds me of surrealism, the art movement...like Dali's work, this... a sense of meaning/s but it shifts depending on the angle i'm looking from... some erudite and very original phrases here...


On Sunday April 11th, 2004, purr_verse (1435) writes:
the german... i got most of it, i think... not 'bennen'... unless this is a typo - 'brennen' perhaps?, but i'm just guessing... i'm far from fluent...dammit... :)


On Sunday April 11th, 2004, Tracer (140) writes:
ah yes, was a typo, thanks purr


On Sunday April 11th, 2004, Twilight (2101) writes:
last line remind me of a quote that six had on his profile a little while ago. this was pretty creative. i tried to read the german. but failed horribly. lol. well done.


On Sunday April 11th, 2004, urbanhumility (1362) writes:
i am impressed, articulate and well written...........urban


On Sunday April 11th, 2004, Dancing_Monkey (1802) writes:
wow.. word flow turning to mind flow, then german.. took me on a tripy ride.. most joyable.. thanks. Peter



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