ode to internet like the autumn windsgently caressing my face,your mom blew me so.
Blew I could never dream of Englishrains that lashed the slabs of Cornishpaves, as a wild clawed cat pawswaves into boats onto rocksunto death. Hear the sloshslosh slosh of Mousehole harbour'sbathtub slop; see the gulls flyingbackwards, the rainbows as warningflags, the white horses blowingup the cliff and over the heath,taste the wind-nipped saltdrying on your lips. Once I feltthe lightning buzz beforeit cleaved a nearby birch in two,once saw the eye of Men-an-Tolwinking in the storm, and fishjumping for their very livesstraight into the mouths of birds.The sea is everywhere. It bitesat our ankles, gnaws at t
An Ode to Allen Ginsberg Ode to GinsbergStop bitching about America alreadyand go do somethinglike make some changeor get a job. You fag.
spring's end The summer I helped my dad clean out his garage had already been eventful. I'd fallen out of a tree, caught an admiral butterfly without a net and vehemently refused to wear the training bra my mother bought for me.My dad's garage was the exact opposite of our family home. It was as if, over their married life, my mother had slowly relegated all of my father's prized possessions until the house no longer reminded her of the man he used to be. When my dad opened the swing door I was intrigued by the huge concrete weights that controlled the mechanism and it wasn’t until he had explained to me how they worked that I noticed the smell.I
True Love She kissed me.I soiled myself.
The Heart's Schematic -Yesterday,the world paused mid-sentence and exhaledstirring root and foundation from their purchase in its soil.Streetlights dilated and quivered before they ceased,heralding ruptured earth and derailed trains;redrawing the city's map.Tomorrow,she'll sit with me in a spinal landscapeof fragmented towers and streets of tattered canvas.She'll bask in a downpour of ashbeholden to a sky frayed at its edgestinged with the colour of rust,and whisper of severed tendons and megaton clouds,until her lips turn blue.Consciousness will evaporate between heartbeats,and she'll look at me with the eyes of a timid kamikaze.
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