Archive for July, 2009
We’ve been looking for ways out of this dark hole.
Together we clawed at the earth until our fingers bled.
I left a tooth in the dirt after biting into it.
I want to leave this underground dampness.
I want to experience the surgery of the surface of the earth
And not watch myself get poked by bladed worm after [...]
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I think obsessively. About harmful things. Long spiny things full of metal and salt. I wish I’d stop thinking. I’d wish the long windows of the earth would close to me and nothing would leak in for me to considerer. But surely the clouds with clowns strapped to their moist tops riding them like cattle [...]
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I smelled the apocalypse coming and I ran like a rat with pearl in her mouth. I smelled the apocalypse coming and I ran like a rat with copper in her mouth. I smelled the fire coming and I ran like a rat with wire through her tongue. My elephant waits for me next to [...]
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