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Author: Tytherpol
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Published: 11-02-09 - Updated: 11-02-09 - id:2737307

there's pig skin softer than flesh
hugging my shoulders, and it
won't drop me;
it is

falling down on my frame, the
skylight (the girl garden gnome) the white
blood, softly dripping on his hard &
damp restatements--

so very (never) white, her hands
and pink lips in a blue sky, knotted
cream for a long trip: a color
that floats, creates and can
move to perfection, takes his pills,
stimulates pointed marks

and sends his kids off to where
knowledge must be found
(keep looking but don't leave your
room.) is it in a party favor
package? he mailed his
kid a big, big
box...

maybe the biggest ever!

with hands that leak flowers where
flowers are not
on their tips, brighter than
real ones

...you can crunch
...that die

catching light as they move in
dedicated circles of friends
and peace-loving elephant arms escaped
and stabbed

chapel hill nc usa earth nov 2 2009
2004pm 71 kg human female
age undeterminable come back after breakfast

the text to be understood
letter 9 shorted to
let and then I am let to go
here one long adventure still excited
as we tip the final curve

and it smells like ash and soft
burning flesh alive at last i am in fact



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