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running dog

i would draw pictures in the sand
to know that art is ethereal

if i were on a beach

the sun blinks
rapidly
(epilepsy)
through the trunks of the oak
trees
and disappears behind hills

i would climb one of these fresh green hills to
find a flower for you

if it didn't make my eyes itch like a son of a bitch

this passes slowly
effortlessly
sitting in these tin
innards
my mind running over the hills

i scowl at the back of the bus seat
like it'll make a difference

but it doesn't

and the land levels
and cows turn grass into shit
and live to die

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On Monday May 24th, 2004, aXe FactoR (428) writes:

i'm full of awe after reading this. i'm at a lost for comments, cos you write too well. lol. :)

On Monday April 19th, 2004, sulkylime (258) writes:

i really like how the world filters through you.. i wonder how much you are like your poetry

On Sunday May 2nd, 2004, Bast (899) writes:

a lot. totally and completely... his body being is the channeling of poetry into tissue, skin, and bones. it reflects in his eyes. :)

On Tuesday April 6th, 2004, flying_fox (769) writes:

the juxtaposition of "i would climb one of these fresh green hills to find a flower for you" and "if it didn't make my eyes itch like a son of a bitch" knocked me over. great stuff. Fox

On Tuesday April 6th, 2004, Bast (899) writes:

awww.... my grumpy boy. :) ::huggles::

On Monday April 5th, 2004, Mistress Morbid (594) writes:

Your work is definitly something else. This was good. -Morb

On Monday April 5th, 2004, Alanarchy (1616) writes:

Great work. I would highlight my favorite line, but then I would just end up quoteing the whole damn thing. Nice work, brother.

On Monday April 5th, 2004, An Expired Member (31) writes:

your style is so here and clear. you make no apologies for authenticity in a world that worships lies, and for that you have my respect. your edge is water to a mirage. inspiring.

On Monday April 5th, 2004, purr_verse (1437) writes:

wonderful opening couplet especially... as usual, true quality from your pen; truly great stuff.

On Monday April 5th, 2004, Six-Out (1825) writes:

*bows* You, my friend, are one badass fag.

On Monday April 5th, 2004, suicideseason (2145) writes:

_"and the land levels and cows turn grass into shit and live to die"...cool...we are the cows who turn the grass to shit...and live to die.-tim

On Monday April 5th, 2004, girlafraid (579) writes:

i scowl at the back of the bus seat like it'll make a difference-i love the mood this line captures...thanks for sharing

On Monday April 5th, 2004, manywalks (950) writes:

Ah, and so I sit back to let this digest me, and spew me out when its done. ~ mw

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