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I am the bone under city skin
dreaming the color of gasoline
and red mouthed spark—
black tire rubber tongue—
Béla Lugosi dark lipped grin
Steve McQueen cigarette lipped grin
I am the bone under city skin
orange neon jellyfish electric—
black petrol tongue—
violet mouthed—
blue eyed and yellow eyed and wire eyed—
Amelia Earhart chapped lipped grin
I am the bone under city skin -
I am the bone under city skin dreaming the color of gasoline and red mouthed spark— black tire rubber tongue— Béla Lugosi dark lipped grin Steve McQueen cigarette lipped grin I am the bone under city skin orange neon jellyfish electric— black petrol tongue— violet mouthed— blue eyed and yellow eyed and wire eyed— Amelia [...]
one hundred seventy - one hundred seventy
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in this cold stillness
a frozen and chiming rain
against window glass -
in this cold stillness a frozen and chiming rain against window glass
one hundred sixty nine - one hundred sixty nine
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maybe we bless the humanity of mankind with a million years of choke
maybe prayer to dead presidents will create some new American paradise
maybe who needs human?
maybe we find solace in our addiction to the bomb
maybe we are born the children of some cruel manifest destiny -
maybe we bless the humanity of mankind with a million years of choke maybe prayer to dead presidents will create some new American paradise maybe who needs human? maybe we find solace in our addiction to the bomb maybe we are born the children of some cruel manifest destiny
one hundred sixty eight - one hundred sixty eight
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She was old woman with red hands holding an old woman’s rake out on the black and grey sidewalk handkerchief around the crown of her head and wet black boots over the skin of her feet over the orange and brown city leaves
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She was old woman with red hands holding an old woman’s rake out on the black and grey sidewalk handkerchief around the crown of her head and wet black boots over the skin of her feet over the orange and brown city leaves
one hundred sixty seven - one hundred sixty seven
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These files are two versions of a set of six stickers. Two cow and four gorilla with rounded or square edges. The zip files contain each individual sticker, the jpg files contain all six in a single file.
stickers 1a jpg (rounded)
stickers 1a zip (rounded)
stickers 1b jpg (square)
stickers 1b zip (square)You can view previews of these stickers at the sticker folder in my DeviantArt account.
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These files are two versions of a set of six stickers. Two cow and four gorilla with rounded or square edges. The zip files contain each individual sticker, the jpg files contain all six in a single file. stickers 1a jpg (rounded) stickers 1a zip (rounded) stickers 1b jpg (square) stickers 1b zip (square) You [...]
Stickers Set One - Stickers Set One
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somewhere I am growing up the panicked drug deer legged
somewhere the lake is black and silver in an old quiet moon and the kids say drink the lake water and the light and call out and call out and call out and call out and call out and call out and call out
somewhere cement under his feet and he’s looking up at the sky over the wail of parking lot lights and the sun falling away and he’s bones and blood and muscle under his skin he is someone he is dollar bills in his wallet breath in the air red tongue
somewhere god of tar and street
somewhere red crayon lips
somewhere she’s sidewalk skinned she’s bright moon faced she’s winter in the bones of the city light she’s listening to the sound of train growl and the clack she’s listening she’s listening she’s listening she’s listening -
somewhere I am growing up the panicked drug deer legged somewhere the lake is black and silver in an old quiet moon and the kids say drink the lake water and the light and call out and call out and call out and call out and call out and call out and call out somewhere [...]
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he’s praying for train wrecks
he’s praying for cement
he’s clumsy
he’s the blue hands
he’s the gold sun on water and dragonflies
he’s thunder
he’s the sound of sweat
he’s quietly
he’s talking in gasoline throated voice -
he’s praying for train wrecks he’s praying for cement he’s clumsy he’s the blue hands he’s the gold sun on water and dragonflies he’s thunder he’s the sound of sweat he’s quietly he’s talking in gasoline throated voice
one hundred sixty five - one hundred sixty five
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cold 1 am night air and elephant bones and dog sun eyed and soft black skinned pepper lipped
sweat and eyes tightly
red red red tongued quiet -
cold 1 am night air and elephant bones and dog sun eyed and soft black skinned pepper lipped sweat and eyes tightly red red red tongued quiet
one hundred sixty four - one hundred sixty four
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maybe the cold blue April rain
maybe soft red tongue
maybe Agnes Bojaxhiu kissed all the little boys and broke their hearts with her peach lipped smiles before she decided to call herself Mother Teresa
maybe plump pear fleshed boys
maybe dog voices in the mouths of men and women
maybe your sons and daughters sleeping in their beds
maybe Franklin Roosevelt died exhausted and old
maybe we are all born angry
maybe sunflower and egg shell eyed
maybe gasoline and plum skinned
maybe he was something like twenty or maybe younger during World War II with his heavy heavy gun and he killed and he died
maybe he was something like twenty or maybe younger in Vietnam with his gun and his sweat and he killed and he killed and couldn’t remember if these people had names if people have names -
maybe the cold blue April rain maybe soft red tongue maybe Agnes Bojaxhiu kissed all the little boys and broke their hearts with her peach lipped smiles before she decided to call herself Mother Teresa maybe plump pear fleshed boys maybe dog voices in the mouths of men and women maybe your sons and daughters [...]
one hundred sixty three - one hundred sixty three
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watching the pink snow
under cold heavy morning
sun bows its head low -
watching the pink snow under cold heavy morning sun bows its head low
one hundred sixty two - one hundred sixty two
