joined on 10/13/06
last updated 10/14/06
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about me
just a girl in a world
that is more sideshow
than swirl
just an illusion of a time
yet to come
that almost was
caught up in curls and coils
and winterwords
and summerspoils
like a treasure of emeralds
blinked into eyes
and crushed open laughing
and foolishly wise
a friend of the sea stars
and cousin of the skies
jealous of the metamorphic
angels
you all call
butterflies...
full color
(blog entry)
starboard, i rocked, the sand
was a sentence that kept ending
i piled it thigh-high
you pinched, portrayed me
as a teacup tempest
a temptress of bees
because i hum loud
so what, i'm a ventriloquist,
you are an actor, we both
drive bli...
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old slang
(blog entry)
in purple she fluttered
white as i handed her
dark red flowers, her laughter
sprinkled with starshine
she spilled grapes from a glass
down the heater vent
i looked out the window
at the man in the tan coat
who'd bought us a drink
we nibbl...
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tell me the truth
(blog entry)
the phone always rings
5 times
and i breathe hard
into it
waiting
no one answers, we know
how this goes already
asteroids crumble their dust
in shiny streaks across
a black felt board
hung above me like an illusion
one foot st...
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i read what you said
(blog entry)
the same song is playing and
the same hands are praying and
the same people are saying
that you
stopped weighing your choices
stopped comparing those voices
inside with the ones
you hear on the street
the same scissors are cutting
the s...
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alt. country love
(blog entry)
this twang-jangled two-step
you and me freedom jumping
broken burned up bridges
looking for some redemption
in a world that doesn't offer
condolences
for the things it's always
taking away
just lets you lie
losing
without a prayer
...
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starboard, i rocked, the sand
was a sentence that kept ending
i piled it thigh-high
you pinched, portrayed me
as a teacup tempest
a temptress of bees
because i hum loud
so what, i'm a ventriloquist,
you are an actor, we both
drive blind, give old ladies
our extra empty bags
no space for plastic, music,
oranges, no way to keep things cold
we move and move and stutter
we write it down like
ants make lines
across the floor of summer
portside, i dropped my
red dress from...
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in purple she fluttered
white as i handed her
dark red flowers, her laughter
sprinkled with starshine
she spilled grapes from a glass
down the heater vent
i looked out the window
at the man in the tan coat
who'd bought us a drink
we nibbled baked blonde
brie
broke bread
and began and ended
steep sentences with smooth
effervesence
in purple she paid
me compliments
purchased my past
and plucked strings
i hid in my hands
closed like hinges
i clacked my heels
against the flo...
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the phone always rings
5 times
and i breathe hard
into it
waiting
no one answers, we know
how this goes already
asteroids crumble their dust
in shiny streaks across
a black felt board
hung above me like an illusion
one foot stretched across my bed
one dangling
almost touching the floor
and a hungry stomach
that gnarls around itself
i refuse to feed it
refuse to get up, stand
or walk even
i don't check the mail or
open the blinds, throw the newspaper
away unr...
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the same song is playing and
the same hands are praying and
the same people are saying
that you
stopped weighing your choices
stopped comparing those voices
inside with the ones
you hear on the street
the same scissors are cutting
the same dead hair
and the same girls are crying
over the same disorders everywhere
and sometimes i wish i could care
these phantoms are pennies in my abraham pockets
i build log cabins from dead branches
waiting for another storm to knock
some s...
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this twang-jangled two-step
you and me freedom jumping
broken burned up bridges
looking for some redemption
in a world that doesn't offer
condolences
for the things it's always
taking away
just lets you lie
losing
without a prayer
we breathe young, dream dangerous
talk loud, kiss death-defying
cuz everything spins and we need
gravity, and ghosts to keep us
standing still
this piano plush
music fusing these fingers into
confusion, i reach you touch we
crumble, careen...
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