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I wrote a wall around me


when your stories were too cruel


I sat inside and ate alone


Refused company or news


I told myself I'd never leave


and slept inside that promise


until the bed became so cold


it drove into my solace


So...


I lay half awake, for years


make-believing and forgetting


when finally my walls of salt


crumbled with regretting

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Once I ate a star that burned in my belly


for a thousand years,


warming all of the organs which orbited it,


and even shedding light on far distant spaces

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2011-10-19 15:54:31 +1100
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Do you know how yellow tastes-- when it's mixed with the purple center of an orchid? My best moments taste this way.


When I am inbetween two moments, remembering, my tongue first bur...

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2011-10-17 16:42:48 +1100
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2010-08-20 04:44:49 +1000
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1,2,3 planks hover over gravel banks


skipping over rail road tracks in boots and stripes


of whites and blacks


 


 


 

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2010-08-20 04:37:30 +1000
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The year is divided thus:


a) days that make no sense.


b) days in which the nonsense makes sense


c) days in which the absence of sense is a thrill, which also ...

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2011-10-25 15:46:50 +1100
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Before there were maps, compasses or stars,


I found you still.

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2011-11-11 19:19:50 +1100
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He's been stuck in my head awhile now


building houses with colored bricks I have provided,


towers hundreds of feet tall to cast me in shadows


towers which, i'...

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2011-11-16 17:07:02 +1100
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Shifting wings both green and blue


Syrup eyes like morning dew


Ears carved into a feathered head


trained for hearing what you've said


The songs it...

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2011-11-30 14:46:55 +1100
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