a fewSMALL repairs
by: poetic abortion & arcane devices( 10/31/05 )
theme: Halloween

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I slice my fork through the sparrow's head meatball
I've been having these dreams (
these dreams)
you are in ( you.were.dead ) & somehow
you came back all.wrong I've been having
these dreams
& you are dead/but/alive it is confusing & wrong but in
these dreams
you have hollow eyes, bony fingers & an angel's face ( an elongated neck;
the tease of a swan ) I've been having
these dreams lately ( that.you.died.and.came.back.to.me) but
you came out WRONG

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my halloween-eyes girl bleeds a keliodoscope kamikaze from her tongue
she speaks beautiful words of roses lush and blooming

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her fragrance,
so soothing and purifying...
these days, I've lived without you
LONGing ...
desiring ...
comfort in the sweet, sweet, everlating memories
as i ponder on specifically on this day ...
to what youhave become
neither GHOST ... (nor a s.w.e.e.t. cherry-blossomed dEATH)
but a memory ...
a THOUGHT that I reminicise about
on THE 31st of falling l.e.a.v.e.s.(good bye)