Tag: Memories
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Random Memory # 666
im from russia originally and my babushka told me not to whistle in doors cause it summons satan. i whistled a lot when i went through my goth phase as a teen in the early aughts.
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Little Care (Poem)
Trading tales Out there Where all else fails Little care She rests her head On a shoulder That’s long dead Yeah she’s growing older But still in circles She wheels The wreck through cycles Bursts seals dance jigs and reels Golden red Sweet neck Empty head All hands on deck To little care Seaworthy She’ll…
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Rapt (Poem)
There upon the minute hangs a phrase Summit of salvation Dares a finger raise Cardinal point Full of form beyond dimension Honey fountain angel lips annoint Beside the aeon In musty hall Shining ray dispels the Eidolon No more in thrall Dancing now Through electric gardens Electing how These rings of wardens Would uncoil To…
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Fatalism (Poem)
A coupla more songs And its time to die Same old fatalism Somethin like two wrongs Don’t make a try Raindrop prism Filters Same old fatalism Call it pessimism Heavy hitters Put on those tracks Follow the rails Again and A coupla more songs Draw some links in sand Mostly longs In whispers Made of…
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O Francis – (Poem)
The cherries that you bought at the super market Were almost as sweet as the fleet way that you share a cigarette In smoky whispers that decay regret O and never will I never will I cry From this moment on There is only a glad song Deep within my breast I’ll stay high at…
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Crowded Souls
The feeling was headlong. It was like a vertical river rushing madly into some subterranean sea. That’s how I felt about the distance between her and I. It felt stupid. It was like I wanted to meld into the girl. The stupid stupid girl with the wheat colored hair. She of course could have been…