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In June, With Honey. by J-O-L, literature

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In June, With Honey.

the soft shrill of running water, where the mossy rocks trickle o'er nights and mornings, met the burlesque girls on elephants, giggling. the River had said they'd march me back home, so i walked that red trail, my footsteps in scrawler, the merry, creek-gypsies, tossing seeds of apples, stopped at a hill that grew furrows of sun-leaves, stood you, in the shade that the oaks wrought, beckoning to me with your bare-foot grin and honey. now autumn wont glow, and you're spinning plates like kaleidoscope beams; hail "sursum corda" if you were a bird, and i was much wiser, i'd gather your feathers to put in my hair. but it's in the Bl

Carnival Reveries. by J-O-L, literature

Old Man Werewolf. by J-O-L, literature

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Old Man Werewolf.

Our eyes both met at the moon; A clumsy, but common glance And the Ivy leaks, pugently, down my stary window, To collect the rain, if it had the chance, Oh, and through the fog he covertly limps With that primal auroma, and withered mane Gnarled, and fretting - belore his suffering; A stubborn embrace to a decaying cane This, as all stories, begins and ends With the Cicada's so-long song. Give way to the trees, they spark miserly in your wake, You, the Timber Wolf, so dolorous and strung-up, Gallop stagantly into your spawning glen, But do not wake the sleeping hen; Her caw will call the crawl of men. And as the burden of bea

The Belfry by J-O-L, literature

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The Belfry

In the old Church belfry, I strew; Scraps and fragments and celluloid, Memories of cold feet and lotic love making, Settled fondness adorn with moss, Intruding from the years, We since wallow. Your sojourn to me; Still breezy, in the virga that falls, Lazily, on this Saskatchewan River. Boundless to the willows that watch over miserly, She, the river, ripples with delight Following the bell's toll. How vast the stars part my soliloquy As they once gathered brightly, The lot in one sky, drawing from your radiance; The thought, and I swear through the ether, I can touch your fine coat And fly to the belfry

Eduidae. by J-O-L, literature

Git Museum. by J-O-L, literature

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Git Museum.

You're grain-thin binary code in the slipstream of sleepless nights. Sometimes, I can paint those memories in traces of neon smoke lights, most times I just feel frail and empty, chasing streelights without you telling me it's alright to be mental. But together again we will leave more then carbon footprints in the spider-webs of this city, the city that shudders when you're gone, the city that awaits your return with night-sweats and shivers.

Manhattan Bound. by J-O-L, literature

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Manhattan Bound.

Hello, and welcome to US Flight 438 to Manhattan. Due to certain events that have taken place in the last 62 hours and onward, which will henceforth be referred to as 'The Battle of Five Minutes Ago.' Or if you prefer (and I do) 'The Incident on the Couch,' I have decided, in everyone's best interest and my own, I will make serenity with these occurring chemicals and marks on the walls. You may be so lucky to bear witness to the beauty in tissue fiber, bleeding brain stems and an excess of white blood cells. Please keep your trays in the upright, and locked position. In the event the pilot is forced to make a emergency landing over wa

Tubes of Divinorum. by J-O-L, literature

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Tubes of Divinorum.

Never in my life would I find anything more beautiful. Once they were done throwing their words around, there was nothing left and we were to leave, we watched. We saw. Tell your friends, they told us. Spread the word, they said. The word. It was one word, and it was Their word. We were ghosts with a concrete vapor trail. The greasy fingerprints of commercial slander. We had had enough. The air was explosive at one point, and all at once it turned to pastel. Like leaking prisms it fell on us. We already had our arms in the air when they realized we were still there, mouths open and eyes wide. They were scared, I saw it. For a fleeting se

The Pianist. by J-O-L, literature

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The Pianist.

She said, "Write a song and make me fall in love with you." I said,"I'm not such a linguist and those words are endless." She said, "You've traveled the earth's heartstrings and you grow weak in my aorta?" I laughed. She said, "How could you deny it" I said, "It's your tear ducts I rest in." She cried. I said, "My fingers shatter on piano keys." She said, "Your fingers belong elsewhere." And there they'd linger. I said, "Guitar strings make messes of fingertips, and they'd feel cold upon your skin." She said, "Then I'd become ice under yours." So I sang, I'm tangled by your shredded dress, Your cracked red nails, and heaving che

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q. by J-O-L, literature

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Stripping the shame from the witless, I can barely sneak past the whites of your eyes, Over the embedded glass-planes on your tongue, Down the plastered sands of your torso. Chewing filtered cigarettes, You perspire, Inflating your diaphragm Rejecting the filth from your pores Exhaling guilt and flinching at the lack of good-byes. Telling me to keep the calls early Programmed and variant, But I'm laced and catatonic. And whispers can yet be sensual. So, I'll whisper, "You should probably put your clothes back on."

Land 'O Skeezy. by J-O-L, literature

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Land 'O Skeezy.

Then there was static. The airwaves opened up and the voices spilled out Biting at each other, screeching and wailing. My head hurt, it was too much. I listened for your voice, But it seemed every time I'd hear a trace of it, Even a breath before words, It closed up. Vanished. And someone else was saying "We are now taking calls." How could you? I just laid there, my ear pressed against the speaker Itching for a sort of whisper. Your words that would quiver Like the soft hum of a barely strummed guitar string So beautiful that it could only come from your lips. Then there was static..

Today Will Last Forever. by J-O-L, literature

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Today Will Last Forever.

Six days went by and I almost forgot your name. It was all these faces and the chemicals they fed me in vials. You and I, we were both too smart for each other's words. You and I, we were both sybarites in scriptorium. Misery chimes laxly on weary eyes. But your eyes... oh, what you've seen with those eyes. Orbs of crystalline deceit. And your desire for touch in the middle of symposium. The pinnacle of my decimation, to slaughter every tenth man that ever looked at you. It was my sternum that would scream 'mine, mine, mine.' And for all the sway I gave you, you return. You and I, we were singularity. You and I, we could rule the world

The Pianist. by J-O-L, literature

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The Pianist.

Tubes of Divinorum. by J-O-L, literature

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Tubes of Divinorum.

Manhattan Bound. by J-O-L, literature

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Manhattan Bound.

Git Museum. by J-O-L, literature

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Git Museum.

Eduidae. by J-O-L, literature

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Deviant for 15 years
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Tree Sap, Spirit Gum, Kenneth Thorpe Rowe;but only for his power of curtain.

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Sep 6, 2008

Fire Drill.

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08/06/08. I met a great man today.   He was handing out papers on Jefferson, he looked like he could drop dead at any moment. I didn't want the paper. I don't like the feel of newsprint. He told me God holds no grudge through snares of gift. I told him I was just following white lines. His ashy eyes coerced me to move.  His clumsy shuffle stuttered my feet.  I walked away in contempt of his prejudiced limp. Homebound, I spearthrust my way into the local library. The communal collected mind. There were young boys swimming in virtual mischief.   A fat kid jabbed his sweaty finger on the keys -TAT TAT TAT- I tip-toed through Mapmak

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Welcome to dA!

I like the two pieces of yours that I read, but since I'm still trying to fully understand what you were trying to say, I'll have to hold off on the comments. I'll come back when I can.

Keep it up; you're off to a great start.