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卍 burnt cornfields 卍

Contributed by SensitiveSoAbused on Saturday, 13th August 2005 @ 05:20:45 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished



卍 burnt cornfields 卍



i can smell you, my nose
twitches and wriggles



Red triangles and asian girls with hair.
(clocks and tubes that buzz and my skin)
folds open not like my bible but like a cross
and it drips deliciously.


((There is tapping of and fingers
in my right ear and she is old and italian
but i have or make no point.))



flames prancing, consuming
Paper and fabric very old.

Pink and soft
tongues on flesh and inside.


Green figs and Orange and Yellow
peaches and mangoes and fruit juice is

in my mouth and on your thighs.





I am afeared of myself.
This stubble on my face like burnt cornfields.
My eyes seizure and vibrate
ripple and oscillate
like your toy and very wet for bleeding bloody
tears and tasting nothing but myself.


i am multi-faceted and many-sided
multifarious manifestations of myself
glare and peer with limpid clear
eyes from seamless shadows.



I know who I am
not, at any point...
In time why should you?






asses and lips
of girls and ladies
go
click and soar

like warplanes
through white clouds
or lightning like men...



(this is all only a distraction and)


a very soft rag, tender rowan or my shirt
wiped flecks and spots
of blood from bifocals



My brain has exploded
all over your naked stomach;
tied up like me and I
must no longer be.



Existing
in sanity.





Copyright © SensitiveSoAbused ... [ 2005-08-13 17:20:45]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: 卍 burnt cornfields 卍 (User Rating: 1 )
by Ineedanap on Sunday, 14th August 2005 @ 02:04:22 AM AEST
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Extremely discriptive. Good visuals. Nice write


Re: 卍 burnt cornfields 卍 (User Rating: 1 )
by FleurdeSang on Monday, 22nd August 2005 @ 12:05:16 PM AEST
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My goodness, what a ride!! A fast-paced tango of sensual and sorrowful proportions, that is just divine and mind-boggling!! Your imagery is beyond anything I have ever seen, and the messages, the inuendos, the naked emotions that you present for our eyes to relish... everything... simply flawless. A poetic masterpiece only your fingers can weave. Magnifique, cheri Lane... I love it!! ^.^ Hope to see more from you, darling one. Always enjoy reading your poetry. All my love.

Votre doux cerise,

Stephy




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