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Published: 2012-08-04 22:52:53 +0000 UTC; Views: 172; Favourites: 11; Downloads: 4
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in the dirt of the afternoonringed with grime
i am heavy-eyed and empty.
a cylinder weighing more than its contents.
the gentle swaying of every body
is unsettling. i lurch in the constant movement.
careful thick hands pre-write and form
my fuzzed scuzzy tongue.
a film of fine hair grows
i am a constellation
a hydroponic garden
of clumsy souls.
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Comments: 5
i-am-a-bridgewalker [2012-08-12 02:18:45 +0000 UTC]
last three lines really bring it home. the way it moves in and out of the "self" to the "others."
and I liked the way "fuzzed/scuzzy" jumped out with these different and almost coarse sounds.
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orangecloudsraining In reply to i-am-a-bridgewalker [2012-08-12 17:23:51 +0000 UTC]
thank you! this is a really helpful comment.
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Anthony-Ryan [2012-08-06 08:51:22 +0000 UTC]
i always love your lines.
"a cylinder weighing more than its contents."
by all means. let it rain.
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orangecloudsraining In reply to Anthony-Ryan [2012-08-08 04:26:55 +0000 UTC]
thank you so, so much.
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