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Waking,
Mind full of bare legs
Twist-tied and still
Soldered to last night’s heat.
Sleep unfolds from his shoulder
(a dog-eared dream
save..
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�There is nothing more difficult to carry out, nor more doubtful of success, nor more dangerous to handle, than to initiate a new order of..
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My mind is a neon sign
Buzzing off and on
With brilliance.
No need to insult my intelligence
I am speaking from my heart
Not my mind.
No r..
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by Jay-Me, a collaboration with Jay Maul. (I miss you mingler, when you get out of the ethereal circus we'll talk) :b
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We cannot drill through
or cover oily messes
with a sun patch
or ocean
or wind
or blood.
I hear pockets of change
in diners
in pulses
in v..
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I know this woman, lady maybe, that just this year fell into her life.
She rolled out of her bed into the sky and free fell.
She liked where she l..
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A Story by jaime
more like poetry in prose...and must read between the lines on this one
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Pigtails scoots around in her parlor chair in the corner by the window at a four-top table of two.
Sneaker Feet cross, uncross, dangle, and twist-tie..
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To you I am dead in the street
But all that’s left is chalk lines
Around what was me to you.
And what you see
On the inside
Is a black roc..
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I just need a little sting
You know the kind….
Like the sting on my lip
when the coffee's too hot
And I like the feeling.
Mainly because..
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