a body sloppily strung together
flesh of bent-up beaded bones and naked questions
the preservative flavor
and the aching point that speaks at night
between the teeth
as a bed drenched in bad habits
sails through the dream-sweat ocean
meanwhile, a rattling spaceship returns to earth
carrying the unseen heart of you
in a twisted up plastic bag
like a fish from the fair
and when you pry yourself open,
the body begs no
please
you wipe your hands on your pants
a mechanical action
to dissuade the choice of it all
the choice
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William
yes. I joined this site a few days ago, hoping to find some indication the huge, productive assembly of poets/writers that existed on myspace 2006-2011 would be here. And there you are. It took a lot of searching, but there you are. Thank you for posting. Thank you for sharing. It's encouraging to see the environment has attracted people who understand the craft.
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oh boy wait until you see my bulletins lmao
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lol. bulletins don't scare me. it's where they might lead which causes the click finger to tremble. bulletin away! bring the work! good stuff.
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Lord Byron Silverhand
Please get this published!
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hrh eliott!
And when you pry yourself open
The body begs no
Please
absolutely broke me in the best way. Your use of imagery is so next level.
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Jack Raven
I love this. So descriptive
🖤
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jacob
so talented!
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Kathleen
I have a bed drenched in bad habits, I tried to wash the sheets once and ended up washing my phone with it.
probably was an inadvertently healthy move.
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