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[aid] => mick
[title] => Codes
[time] => 2007-06-20 09:37:34
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[bodytext] => "You're an expert, darling, your flowers dumb and explicit on nobody's Birthday"-Vicky Feaver. Not Honeycomb nor the golden ratios employed by De Bussy, your codes. I'm down here in the basement assembling the jigsaw puzzle of a heartbreak, decopaging the remainder of myself In some form of logical aggregate Not explicitly representative who I was before us, the time which retrospect makes the oreistea Before we had grown the dark flowers in one another then thrown them out to the world then thrown the world away, a sort of forencisist, love-lost sleuth. Meanwhile, the laundered persiflage of your tercets hisses by with my name cut into its tail, like notes, unplayed, the ballistics veterans swear if a millimeter closer would have planted their bones in jungular, foreign dirt. How do the codes, the myriad subtle knives of the barely audible morse present themselves? Like 4:am stars, the elephants made by civility-tethered animosity, the superimposed ships and temples of magic eye calendars. Through abstractions, Those gigeresque, alien heiroglyphs, Semi-interpretable animalist sigils, Cryptic Egyptian, sarcophagul tomb-script Man-body-bird-head Man-body-god-head, Cyanotic/ pinstripe/ Synthetic/ add insider medico latinate/ derivative etcetera Idiot thesaurus, I make do with the gist of ether, the epihenomenal mirages, the extravagant synonyms covering what they know gaudily as stage trans-sexuals. This ink makes us like a cube of sugar, capiche? I'm down here in the basement, stuck on an addition sum with relevant numeral a zero, Flunking Ink-blot examinations, Good Socrates with a forum; the exclusive eschelon where you turn unrivaled, and a cupful of your words, silently Drinking, Drinking, Drinking,. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 43 [informant] => neo-theatre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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