Saturday 9/06/2008 11:03:00 PM

have an opinion on which of my poetry is best, saddest, something to the superlative?

let me know. i'm really not fit to compile this list.

Nebulas and Continuums
Long movies at the back of her throat. Silent ones. In black and white. The dialogue of demons unheard. Yet obvious.

Nausea
Life is always ready to happen. That you are the vessel is irrelevant. Life will happen with or without our consent.

Conversations with Men
Silly girl, he said. You, with your eyes sewn to the back of your head. How do you see where you're going?

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suggestion from holly archer:

The Weight of Empty
It was a quiet rain in a loud storm. It was humble kind of sex. Like bitten nails. Half painted.

suggestions from flysamutha:

Year to Tinker With
He grew old overnight. I guess everyone does. Time puts us to bed with a thumb. Wakes us up with a fist.

Embalming
Time is agile and stubborn. Underwear still smelling of transient debates with touch. It says it knows, but I don't think it does.

Orla chooses:

Years to Tinker With
He grew old overnight. I guess everyone does. Time puts us to bed with a thumb. Wakes us up with a fist.

Weightless
Seasons at her back. The weather in long trenchcoats. Loosely covering her. Derisively letting in the cold. She breathes in long division.

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