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he is broken glass and
she loves him anyway-
his hands are sandpaper slick
and she smiles ruby suns behind her lips.
they dance soulfully under street lamps,
their faces flooded with chills and
prayers and
hope
and she kisses his cautious memory.
he catches her tears in a rusty old can
and drinks them later-
she is his elixir
(his downfall).
and they erode each other to the dust
of nothing and everything
like passionate rollercoasters and blackened dreams.
she loves him anyway-
his hands are sandpaper slick
and she smiles ruby suns behind her lips.
they dance soulfully under street lamps,
their faces flooded with chills and
prayers and
hope
and she kisses his cautious memory.
he catches her tears in a rusty old can
and drinks them later-
she is his elixir
(his downfall).
and they erode each other to the dust
of nothing and everything
like passionate rollercoasters and blackened dreams.
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from inside my veins.
i want to sing out of tune,
become undone, fly a giant
marshmallow to the moon;
i want to jump on a sponge
three miles long and a mile wide.
i want to speak in bubbles,
just to pop all the words i wish
i hadn't said.
because i'm allergic to the sound
of wind-chimes, sea-food, and the
coasts of france.
i'm dying to become someone, but i don't
think i have a chance.
so i will throw my beer caps away,
i'll light the warehouse all ablaze.
and maybe i could lay down in the grass,
maybe i could sleep beneath
the constellations, dream about
Achilles' heels, take a breath
and breathe out sunflowers.
oh, it could happen,
one of th
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Tired of Waking
she scrawled heaviness
onto slices of the moon
so she could feel light.
that one-way journey
made all of her bones dry up;
she stopped using them.
she became a leech,
feasting on prehistories
of those she still loves.
blood-letting used to
be the cure for everything.
now she is just a...
premeditated,
flashy, honeyed, ironic,
pretty way to die.
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I'll tell the truth:
I am a thief of the
worst persuasion.
if you want honesty,
I don't think that we will
last.
give it one or two
or three years
years tense with opposing forces
and unusual magic
and our reaction will be
complete. we will both
go back to our own kinds.
haven't they always defined love
in terms of chemistry?
(opposites attract,
but like dissolves like.)
and here is the confession:
here is why I am odious:
I know this and
I will not withdraw.
here is the electron bridgehere the
anode, cathode, the ill-fated
reactants.
I set this up like dominos;
I wield it lik
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"and she kisses his cautious memory."
Love that line.. This is quite lovely.
Love that line.. This is quite lovely.