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Mushrbunny
wounded cliché
by mushr
Released 2013-03-25 09:45:43 -0400
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You walk like a wounded cliché
an unprecedented comma
separates you from the others.


You’re in love with the games
that you play in your mind.
In your head you play these scenes
so desperately. An imitation of
a Gondry or a Polanski.


You bathe yourself in red wine,
and transform into an Ophelia
and wonder why there is no
laughter in this room.


You heard irony is back in fashion,
so you practiced these steps,
but failed to deliver perfectly.


You smile like you are the first man
on earth to solve the apocryphal
mysteries of love,
While the light goes on with its business,
You pickpocket every last drop.


Nobody has ever been saved,
who doesn’t know the secret passage
of regrets,
these are the constellations
that greet the flesh.


And bury our memories deep
to where only each other’s hands
can find them.


 


 



~~~~~~ I kinda wrote this as lyrics, but have zero skills when it comes to music. Maybe somebody can do something with it. Cheers.

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The Magician’s box arrived at precisely 10 a.m.  The UPS guys, didn’t even blink twice when you signed for it. Then together we struggled to drag that thing into your garage. Yo...

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The Magician's Box
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2013-02-11 07:14:47 -0500
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This is how it happened.

Yesterday on my way to work.

I stepped on a dead toad….

Your face came/ in a flash

Unbidden memory.

An elec...

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Accident
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2010-01-19 21:31:00 -0500
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I love the chime of imperfect things,
together they pipe the symphony
of broken dreams.

Desires expressed in solitude
become tomes & zeppelins
in our mind's play.
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Ode to all imperfect things
by mushr
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2010-12-21 09:04:05 -0500
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I pack my grief in ridiculous looking boxes
So I can feel safe for a while.
Your fingers touch my skin, without warning.
Objects crumble under the weight of their names.


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Infinite Beings
by mushr
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2013-05-06 06:09:01 -0400
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Peter packed his photographs post permission from persnickity Albert- the fabulous, pontificating, palaverous, bossman. Peter was pleasantly surprised with the precipitous reaction of the ants o...

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Peter photographs the qualified quail
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2011-11-07 09:41:24 -0500
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As the boy closes his eyes, a dream unfolds of his former life... " When was I ever a child?" he asks. He shuffles: dates, numbers scribbled on chalk, restaurant receipts; an inscription on a we...

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A Return - tiny story
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2010-04-04 03:57:57 -0400
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The man Sorrow named his friend
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2011-05-10 02:05:04 -0400
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I've been trying to do a remix of Shine for some time now; but I could never piece together the ideas in my head. They were just like scattered pieces of jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I wanted to explore the idea of shining as a form of awakening.

I have this line in my head that I would hear over and over again, " Shine, so I can see you. Shine, so I can see you". In my mind, this almost sounds like an appeal from one person to another to shine like a human beacon so they, we, you & I could find each other. I tried to write a poem about this too. It's half finished, and it's sucky, so I went back to this record instead and tried to finish what I started. This is experimental. I kinda literally dissected Channing's beautiful original Shine record. I hope that's okay:)
SHINE So I can See You (experime... short)
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2010-02-28 04:18:33 -0500
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An anonymous exchange on a train:
eyes to eyes, skin on skin,
lipstick on your collar,
memory of a leather glove;
pink champagne left unclaimed
on a bar table,
a pa...

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Anonymous
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2013-04-26 07:51:17 -0400
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It's a door that has existed as early as time. Nobody knows its reason for existing. Nobody questions its identity. And since anytime a person steps into the door, by the time he or she has reac...

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The Door of Disrememb...
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2013-03-01 04:44:15 -0500
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Meet The Clowns
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2011-09-05 09:38:58 -0400
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Our toes playing hide and seek beneath the sand.
When it’s time to come home, the sea always finds us.

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My favorite game (tiny story)
by mushr
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2013-05-06 08:05:17 -0400
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