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Teen Salon - Five
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Poem Number 701
tasty six pendulums
why is it tasty?
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a hypothetical muon and the eyes of the cat
recline on the grass that laughs
its way when the day wakes in peices
in fits of mist
passing the bones outskirting the parking lots
yellow armfulls
of white marching bands frozen to shingles
and storm drains
a melted matchstick trails the colors of its chromosomes
and the architecture,
utilitarian nuevo
years later,playing it back on the head phones it seems like the
conductor set his left shoulder on fire
and the stage
and the place that never happened
as crickets fled the theatre
making strobes
of shadow puppets
for the clouds in her soul
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...3mj(testing)
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this reminds me of some things i have written, does it have a meaning to you? just wondering, but its disheartening when no one comments isn't it? i think this flows nicely, though i am not sure of the meaning, its very well written.
cannon d.
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this reminds me of some things i have written, does it have a meaning to you? just wondering, but its disheartening when no one comments isn't it? i think this flows nicely, though i am not sure of the meaning, its very well written.
cannon d.
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heh? naw iwas just testing the look of it overall on the page..no heartdissening..i forgot it was here but it has peices of meaning. none of which are the words inherent.
...3mj
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