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[title] => I found meaning, today. . .
[time] => 2010-06-09 22:58:44
[hometext] => exhibit a. . .
[bodytext] => I found meaning, today. . . on the edge of a maze, near the end of a humming-bird encore. flirting with dyslexic fragility, my deepest cuts whispered emotional red tape, "kiss it. . . to make it better" but kisses fade, spreading propaganda . . . the disjointed way we spoke, transcended surfaces floating through the colourful morning to places where we kept our hearts. I scribbled vague tangents, in a notebook. . . barefoot tendencies, piggyback rides, tears that never fell, distilled into a typographical world & 25 thoughts concerning lists & how they get lost. a tribute to flying away, became elements of how you said it. so far away, became a house, expanding after noon a thousand words, became a mantra, seeking love breathing. . . all art is life. bytes in motion, inspired portraits of space & time. I felt the composition breaking, inelegant like late-night, drunk texting a vendetta dance eroded into fearless, complicated suicide left last year in reverse, anorexic, small & passing left love sketching flawless children smiling . . . free from the backlash of our cold, uniform choosing a burning, little world. . . encountered infinity. . . pooled into consideration. . . warned, one year later, by traces of me finding you. . . lost. . . emulous of legs & sweet things that are born of delight sleeping in revenge, enertia in pastels patterns zen painted an old lover, a butterfly that followed me home emphasis on arms out stretched, brief interludes of imagining your ghost. . . moving like a beautiful evening, in the distance looking like a timeless impression, glittering nude, in a chair, next to night fall while sunlight freckles another part of the planet charcoal pulls from my fingertips, the sulk that friendly fire you shot my way, to get your way afraid of favors, you dance 700 steps sideways in your mind, you wind up ballerinas outside the window, in the pale moonlight I kiss the dust, from the arch above your eye & lips find peace, crouching above sad orbs. where'd you go? you're my ersatz razor charm you're my erotic, line-drawn stick you're just like me, in the darkness, a study of anti-watching, red-eyed a posterboy for lip-service nine weeks laid-out, in detailed muteness not so special arrival of confusion, in the corners of the mouth in a too close to focus, kind of way flower boy. . . you were my weakness untidy baby, never quite poetic. forgetful pause, why do I cry ashes & slipping with wings, dream holes in star books once again, discover like dying or leaving despite everything, bookmark empty spaces, thought I'd never get over your buttonmaker hands, broken. . . broken. . . still. . . drawing little dreams, in pencil, at a glance. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 378 [topic] => 73 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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