The Cowardly Constant.You could have wept to see her palate cleansed: Spat bloodied foam, the Good Words, mangled screws of an iron fetter, Though her teeth broke like crusted sugar in the grinding of lock and key. You would have rosied your fingers in the stains surviving a concentration case,The Cowardly Constant.
Rubbed a little life into the face of things when the wound sprang up, And blazoned your letter upon the pale.
When the flood comes: These leaden handed pages will trumpet the herald call to scatter; These kings and men will spur their flanks from carrion to spear-shatter;
These islands hewn in the stream cut strand w
Hangnail.Restitution for prostitution -Hangnail.
A fool concept if ever there was. A lie's a lie - a fuck's a fuck -
Discretionary obfuscation of these facts Through willful-minded finagle - Through the epic footsy war AKA 'Artistic Differences' and moral relativity Stacked up to bamboozle the progressive [sic] world -
Can only gloss over a definition. A rose, by any other name, might smell as sweet -
Unless that name was cunt, perjurer, harlot. So many ways to rattle out persecution In every language - no, it won't do. Those would be something entirely different.
Rabbit's Foot.Hey now, Little leveret couldn't dance to the tune of the highland blues in the bathroom where You held the hand of a childhood ballerina. By and by, Where the handfuls spill against the slab wall, And the hand outs are getting wasteful, Little leveret could have ridden to Cairo on the sweetest tinny PA system sound And split the waters of the Nile in two. Threes and fours by the back of the door, Against the lip of helpless animal calls, With all the backs against the fiberglass installed in your smile. And by now, Little leveret's keeping tabs on the coals in the basemeRabbit's Foot.
The BerlinerSick of writing about the pianist, she leaves for Berlin and makes her home next to the absence of a wall She contemplates the American Embassy and changes her cigarette brand She sets out walking and considers percentages of lives, eats alone, begins to consider meat as flesh, removes paintings from their frames and in their place hangs mirrors Calling home small voiced she asks after family and friends politely, washing dishes as she does so, the phone in the crook of her neck She makes no friends, does not make love, resents nothing and leaves no &nbsThe Berliner
| tSARINA: you don't know me. |
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Homesick
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Mon site sur le henné, my henna website : [link]
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"There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion." ~ Sir Francis Bacon
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"That is because the English language is my BITCH, and I bend it to my wishes accordingly..." -T
Sigh. Please get on my ass to finish some of them?
... and you have to come baaack, so I can work on the 'My Husband' series... because it isn't lame and corny at all.
//xoxox
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"There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion." ~ Sir Francis Bacon
It's bony.
XD
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"That is because the English language is my BITCH, and I bend it to my wishes accordingly..." -T
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