IgnotusIt is quite possible that sleep is my only positive enigma. It is also quite possible that my stomach aches at the thought of vertigo.Ignotus
I want to believe in the walls that surround me;stuffed with burning electricity and cotton candy insulation.
I gripped that edge once. The edge of wanting feathers and aerodynamic appendages. Ripping eye blue seas together with every hollow persuasion that allows me to- I don't know. bend spoons with pure need and cry like they do in the moving pictures.
I want atoms to halt. All at once. In a fascist sort of way.
An
ign. sixthese crescent moons have been courting my pupils for weeksign. six
maybe months
and that's a good idea they said yeah and figured that somebody somewhere was interested and boy oh golly oh gee the bears the tigers and the lions they were right and they figured yeah they says yeah since he's interested then yeah she's interested too and gosh!let's make everyone
do what? yeah that's what i said
i sat astonished
and we'll bless it with a name that will stain your carpets and not a stain that is overlooked a stain that reminds you o
ign. fiveI saved the best for you.ign. five
I rubbed the dishes raw until they were dry like brittle bones and arthritis surfaces and shelves were massaged and rubbed until they gleamed like an ornate looking glass
everything was exact blooming and turbid beautiful and uxorious
A chair is fine, and waiting is tiresome.
Knocking was like one thousand drops of rain or more, to my knowledge but you knocked, and stepped with several different shades of violet
you came in with handfuls of reservation a dropper full of quiet splendor
the chair removed all sour
HELP
Stumped
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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gere curam mei finis
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
--
gere curam mei finis
--
The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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