~PunchDrunkLover
Bumble Bee
I stand, weighted,
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SnapshotsI The day has reached that hour when the light dies over the brown leaves, crunching beneath the steps of passersby, and the twilight brings no promise of peace or song. Let us let go the branch and fall, fall endlessly in a blind trust. Towards one another, towards...Snapshots
II Are we to love all as instructed? Or shall we but dance in a failing light? While those who watch know not where our turns begin and our curves end.
III The wind is quick as a shark's shadow. I weep under water and watch the star make friends with t
by ~PunchDrunkLover
The MournerWhy do you wait at the polished black marble of the tombstone?The Mourner
I see you bathed in the sexless light of a tap room. Outside stands darkness. A raw dampness saturates your soft skin. A gentle irony. I have caught you, naked, in an unguarded moment; without past, without future.
You will go out, again in rain. You will kneel like all the days before, and you will weep.
by ~PunchDrunkLover
Polonius SpeaksI have dragged my ragged claws in this wet sand, ever Eastward (as the better maker suggests we all might scuttle, while he paces about his cell, immobile) and I may tell that it is not so divine a fate— for none here may be graced to drown nor can we hear, so deep beneath the black waves, any siren’s sound let alone a human voice to wake us. And how should you presume to know when one such as we are wakened? Our eyes, lidless, stay fixed, but on what, I ask you? Come. Descend and ask it of my eyes.Polonius Speaks
by ~PunchDrunkLover
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Cranberry JuiceI'm dreaming of a girl with lips like cranberry-juice-sipped-slow over ice cubes in the summer and sunlight in her eyes.Cranberry Juice
With hair as dark as midnight promises and hands like blooming lilies floating on the water.
I'm dreaming of a boy
with moonlight in his thoughts and rivers in his words stark against the silences of greater things.
When we three will wander down through buried hills of steel and stone and laugh, we laugh at yellow-iron giraffes tearing at the earth
with their metal mouths; such gent
by ~lostandloveless
How to Bend MountainsI spread my lips in a sigh Brought about by desperation floating through the air. We bite tongues, and onward! in awkward, bitter-cold silence. I've seen your hair and face and eyesHow to Bend Mountains
Tens of millions of times, But I've never quite known the place.
"Forgive me, for my thoughts are a bit bizarre, But, perhaps, you know exactly what I mean," I stutter as the lights dim, and I stand, making my way to the glowing red exit. Suddenly, a whimper grows into a whisper, And I twist my head as you delicately say,
"I've never admired such wind-calloused skin, Nor the sca
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- Favourite band or musician: The Beatles or Regina Spektor
- Favourite genre of music: Anything really with few exceptions
- Favourite artist: Kerouac, Monet, Goya, Van Gogh
- Favourite poet or writer: Lennon, McCartney, Spektor, Hughes, Borges, Ellison, etc.
- Favourite photographer: Red, Carter, Navidson
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- Favourite game: Chess probably. I could play it forever.
- Favourite gaming platform: N64
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Holy rising hemlines, Batman!
did you have another one after that though?
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No one I think is in my tree
i figured it out after i asked you
and no, that was my only other one.
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Holy rising hemlines, Batman!
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No one I think is in my tree
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No one I think is in my tree
and male- despite popular belief.
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No one I think is in my tree
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