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What you want to know is
did it sting? much? OK, yes it stung the blood beading up like pearls OK, more like rubies there's virtue in descriptive accuracy always and the wound itself, the welt? it bled open mouthed in astonishment a martyr's part a red sea bejeweled but~~ no Savior here no Moses no chosen ones to cross only me, leading myself fumbling, ecstatic 'cross that dead, dead sea. March 2004/tg
a spell i cast
crawling fumes behind me & they licked & fed eagerly small contained blue belches yellow hearts, centered my breath fierce peppermint And my head sang lullabies & I pondered & fractured the mysteries of living & laughing & thumbing my nose at the dead Feb 2004/tg
Circumspect
(Discard a glance; one word knees scraped; I'd beg) Silence (time pricked me so I bled out) Incessant (me here; alone) (al) most formidable (myheart swells~~> I'd smile through poison) for just a taste... taste of you instead. Feb 2004/tg One can see the tolerance levels ticking down behind her eyes with all the discretion of discarded ammunition. Nov/2003 tg
She hates orange; abhors red
loves yellow which is only the two diluted. Oct 2003/tg
mental babble
psycho chatter see it/hear it/race you near it tender touchy tasty? chew it love it hate it danger? screw it incoherent bruised & battered choose it use it lose delusion made to order over easy off the menu (this sincerely) ~~ a recipe to carve & serve a Shake N Bake soul. leap it/ clear it/ fall in? deal with it... the one who does the flying? the same as digs the hole. Jan 1997/tg every reject Nov 2003/tg
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