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and you come.
trailing ash,
porcelain jaw,
batting genderbending eyes.
all cool whip and cotton
candy vendor
hawking the goods.
leave hacked up from mossy lungs,
your mercury creeping cloud
become my thread-barren clothes
clove cigarettes to mask the scent of death,
{ pet locust to see your reflection
in multifaceted eyes
teeth yellowed under glow of paper lanterns,
bleed dim like the asphyxiation
soaking the room.
reptilian impulse
dry tongues roof of mouth,
salivates phantom sensation;
mirage of an already desiccated oasis
don’t take you no more to the places
you went when you met.
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Comments
Also, in the last line, should it be we met, or you met? Your poetry tends to be abstract, and I know that most of the time I am just creating meanings that probably have nothing to do with what you intended. They do create interesting rhythms and sounds in my head.
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In the last line, "you" is being used in its plural... The poem has shifted from first person narrative to third person omnipresent..
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I like the formatting better on this version, esp. the one brace.
however, did you take out a couple lines? I remeber it being longer.
**HUGS** glad to see something from you again!
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As far as the lines go, no, I didn't.. I noticed the same thing though. It does feel shorter now then it did when I first wrote it... weird.
Thanks for all your help with this by the way... I forgot to put the thanks in the description.
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And then . . . oooh, gotcha.
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I adopted ~djthedj and ~ wanderingjizo through ~daac, and I unofficially adopted ~ Ariga.
I am a ~phoenixproject supporter.
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mmm shh shhhhh
Thank you for the comment.
(now if you would only answer my myspace messages...)
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