Thursday, September 17th, 2009
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on 9/17/09 @ 4pm - Cassio
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miscellaneous light
uninvited shadows
a vacancy rampant
your intrepid eyes
submerged elsewhere
I wane, there is too
little weight
I feel only in fractions
I want to spy on you
I want to sing this song to you
Know that when my lips graze yours
I love you as primitively as a mother
does a child
and beyond your reach
am waste
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Wednesday, September 16th, 2009
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on 9/16/09 @ 11pm
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The breeze invites herself
with the perfume of marsh
Makes merry on my skin, bites
It is September, my form is certain
Mi boca es muy seca
I am squandered by the night
The carols of crickets
pervading the absence
Only them and your echo
and this incipient fall
I watch it draw near
in defense of my chamber
Organza sullied, nocuous breath
of this nowhere cradling me
Where are my lover's hands?
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Tuesday, July 21st, 2009
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on 7/21/09 @ 4pm
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My fingers are children
spinning tirelessly, oblivious
through the forests of your hair
Befriended and laughing in song,
curiosity straying them along down
milky trails, over and under
apricot curves, barefoot and
skipping the tracks of your
flesh and spring
Your children turn to their play,
and the ground quakes below them;
my earth, joyous with their weight
and fertile with waiting to have
them grow here...
let them grow here
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Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
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on 7/8/09 @ 1am - Sandbridge.
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It's not the sun, the burnt tangerine in the sky,
it's a pull, a face, a mystery hung high.
As we walk the golden specked sand, my feet
sometimes forget their importance.
Our skirts are playfully damp and I can smell
the salt on your countenance.
I love this place, and the dark shadows it wears,
time drips as like honey, amnesia of cares.
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Sunday, July 5th, 2009
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on 7/5/09 @ 9pm - Frightengale
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You opened the door
You called out my name
My hands remember this summer
And the breeze is still cool
Both of you here and alone I remain
I will always be a fool
These streets make me still
My hope, so naive
They remind me of Charleston streets
Where no neon lights blind
And I could not bear the thought of leaving
the pavement, stuck to my eyes
I saw you tonight
Maybe you saw her
The frightengale by the fire
A girl's epiphany
I feel the change again, I feel the turn
I feel as slow as honey
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Tuesday, June 9th, 2009
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on 6/9/09 @ 2am - The Spider and The Silk
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I know that silk is spider-spun
And dreams are made of sleep
I'll always be the silly girl
Cocooning up in both
Fragile, fragile memories
That aren't remembered yet
This silly girl will stroke them
In the still of preservation
I'm the spider and the silk
And I have no flies or clothes
And I will be the silly girl
Going hungry and undressed
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on 6/9/09 @ 2am - An Unnoted Note
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I'm in a nameless place
When I smile, the maps on my face become broken
And my mouth, unreadable
I try to draw it with my hands
but my fingers go astray
(I know exactly where they are)
I'm somewhere between the shore and the sand
It's a fine line that
can be hard to find
I'm in a nameless place
Signless sounds and ciphered gardens
Skin stained with lily's seeds
My hands fervidly draw with them
but growing things, they change
I've no idea where they'll be
But I'm somewhere between the shore and the sand
It's a fine line that
can be hard to find
somewhere undefined
The interior of clouds
The mood in the last glass
The direction in the mirror
Something like that
Follow the footsteps
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on 6/9/09 @ 2am - Fervor
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Proximity
When the sun escapes
in this particular case
I grow strangely sunny
I want to clamber
the strands of your eyes
And keep forgetting that
I have a voice
(even underwater)
Collect shells...dream
About dreams
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on 6/9/09 @ 2am - Blind
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He is exploring the rose of
my fingertips, lips, the lips 'tween my hips
(in what I call the morning)
His face, precisely painted behind closed lids
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Monday, June 1st, 2009
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on 6/1/09 @ 2am - Green Ruin
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Emerald below
Spiders crawl through endless blades
And my weight, their death
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