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An Internal MonologueAn Internal Monologue:An Internal Monologue
A man on the older side of young, or perhaps the younger side of old, walks down the street with his eyes towards the ground and his hands stuffed into his tight dirty jeans. Occasionally, various mumbled profanities arise from beneath his breath to the perked ears of attractive young women whom he passes as they buy fruit from foreign sidewalk vendors. They give him dirty looks and he pretends not to notice.
"At some point I stopped seeing other people as human beings. It all started with women. Women fall into two basic categories; ones I’d like to fuck, and the rest of them... who cares. Th
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Beachcomberwashed upBeachcomber
is how it feels, when people
who used to try, quit caring
(you were too proud to give them any leeway)
some years down the road one of those beachcombers will find you
washed up like a piece of beach-glass or drift wood sun bleached
bombed out, has been (all over) and they'll want to know the story
but your mouth, lost in the tide won't have lips for the telling just dried out hollow eyes to hint at what they've been missing.
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Albacore(blue all over, when life be known to circumvent-Albacore
my basic heart, hell-bent weigh out to three troy pounds for this is how it is to sound; spoken with a grave accent, decumbent in sweet
clover- a lament:
"i don't see
why much has to change but things do and now i turn your litmus skin blue, all over"
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Amphibian Lovewhen i sleep i see you, woman with your sirenous lips and ship-sinking hips onion thrips that pull apartAmphibian Love
the fragile layers of my paltry heart, and yet punctual you seem,
lovely leviathan of my dreams- swaying in the wind and smoke;
temporal visions of infinite scope for you,
you see,
in my sleep the stars arranged themselves to be,
above and patterned deep upon and on
the dark-blue flanks of whales and rocks alike to map the constellations of your back between a texas purple cactus spike and everything that might have been had frogs layed e
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Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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sucking bullets, blowing kisses
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(x x)
c('')('')
xxxxxx
crazy how that works.
like, i might even know you, yourself.
WHOA.
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SINAI BENDS
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
--Sylvia Plath
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
--Sylvia Plath
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or maybe just a death camp.
it's an exorcism droning out
a metronome of breaths
slowing, slowing, stop.
breathe out to fast and it's gone.
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
--Sylvia Plath
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