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out of Gardenwhat sea how it is welling your eyes a wet messout of Garden
what tide where urchins of the ocean will spill to howl their elegy where mermaids will turn widows
once brine has swallowed whole their sailor babes
stewarding the land instead is why i never set sail with you
but to lay in gardens, oh…
a bed sheet rotten by the ultraviolet and our laps full of stars
what black soil will pervert your knees there where moonlight will mirror out from your teeth to run fanatic toward cosmic space after bathing in the space among us &nbs
by ~getbeneathmebird
no. 5allow i(minus)tno. 5
to B no longer A
mystery
as we watch
closely
each box to burst is parallel II each drape to drop
and
being alive is = 2 her being
a life hearing u(plus)r to B
A sun god
(s)
by ~getbeneathmebird
owIthe owl is this and there its fist with feathersowI
such owl of bard, preying poet bird
with a mask to grow so nocturnal its face
its place a bloody beak to speak its danger song
rat-eater, lover, wingspan and talon-fingered claw
creature to hover around all and each
wound of trees
easily to kill a rodent supper if you will align yourself
into a star
i will
by ~getbeneathmebird
Iothe tool, a human built to sit burns,Io
but this is not an end of sitting. perhaps a beginning
to stave off lethargy one charred chair at a time.
1st the legs
Then the arms
And up the back until the body is grey after orange.
so the body becomes smoke charging upward.
We have then gone from sitting to flying.
by ~getbeneathmebird
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- Current Residence: obscene tennessee forest
- Interests: shamanism, mescaline, becoming a microorganism, the elegance in a soiled carpet
- Favourite genre of music: okay
- Email: getbeneathmebird@gmail.com
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"Yes," replies the guy. "If I can find the phone."
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
perhaps soon a project i have been working on will surface. if that is the case then it might pay off that you are watching me here.
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third world country music
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
his gallery is closing this month in manhattan. i'm heading into the city in a few days so i don't miss the chance to see it.
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this reply is tardy. i rarely visit here anymore. nothing intentional, i just tend to forget it exists at times.
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