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Exit, Entrance to Exit

The whites of her eyes trembled like approaching dual headlights in heat-haze.

Each pinkly foot all a blur; cradled loosely by a pair of slip on cups; adjoined by two nonsynchronous shotguns; lock and loading; firing her across the nightclubs remix of slip and adhesion.

Her slight outline; disappearing/reappearing; a visual offbeat to the paparazzi furore that follow her with discord; some giddy travel through extra-terrestrial lights of seizure.

To a close country border,

Fire doors! she cried, unlikely to be heard… or in thought.

Now here is the swing and hinged odds; potholed by scattered youth with inebriated limbs; blotted by dazed fireflies that danced in the smokes.

Surrendering to official air, the same air that blows your sweat gently across your neck into deltas on your chest, only reminiscent… to be felt.

When gravity falters, this Mother Earth is momentarily off her axis.

Her daughter follows one snaking line of shy neon; in and out of sight, forever smaller, staccato, in black, can paranoid be the night?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Souvenir


Now that being there; is now always near

And since then where have we’ll been? –

By the fridge near that bridge…

Leaning on the ridge of ‘Decorated Windowsill Hill.’

Wind Paintings

Some sunlit Sunday when the wind began to paint; swirling lines around windowed tombstones,

Chroming dull, jutting decay and the ironic dancing of litter; saturated with audacities,

Shading the herding commuters with realism and the scattered loiterers in impressionism.

Not forgetting the multi-toning of everything with tornadoes, and the requisite highlighting with hurricanes.

Then for some; the inability will be – to see the bigger picture; with all the unnecassary force

Of incessant rains upon swollen, rolling seas.

This weather has found it’s new career.

Lets Talk About the Weather

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Let’s talk about the weather.

Let’s lay in bed slightly longer, and nearer together.

Hello, how are you?

Let’s talk about the weather.

Let’s decorate the house in pleasure.

I’m just fine thank-you!

Let’s talk about the weather.

Let’s be blind to age and be young forever.

And how are you?

Let’s talk about the weather.

Let’s plan our holidays and remember the last endeavour.

I am good… thank-you!

Thingmebob Thingmejig

 

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Hey! Mr Thingmebob! What are you?

Oh I’m similar to you Miss Thingmejig, that is… you are my only clue.

That’s nice! but not useful, I need to know more!

Ok, you’re something forgotten that somebody left before.

Soothing… how charming that I fill that void, really though, i’m less than buoyed!

Listen, we’re something! stick with me, in our confusion… we’ll both be happy!