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- surreal at allpoetry
si ceci n'est pas une pipe, alors qu'est-ce que je suis? - Entanglement. at allpoetry
What is the science of certainty?
- Work in Progress - Reserving Space at allpoetry
work in progress. - George - to be continued. at allpoetry
George liked to work. Although he was what we now call a "Republican," George found romance in his ideas of the worker: he would spend hours among his samples of lace and swabs of nylon, imagining the soft lines of his hands - Reunion. at allpoetry
She's replaced you, you know... It's funny - when I imagined myself - Wip at allpoetry
wip. - Lullaby at allpoetry
Your summer sound sings me. - Le Fureur de La Idiote at allpoetry
Je pense que je suis trop peu... trop stupide, - To Whom It May Concern: at allpoetry
Dear Sir, Next time I spy you through - (The Polish Man's Story As Told By George) at allpoetry
You're not one of them clowns - reserving space at allpoetry
wip. - Nothing. at allpoetry
Its croak. A multitude. - Mr. and Mrs. Macbeth at allpoetry
The sun fell out of the sky tonight for dizzying hunger. - A pop-rock dance on his tongue at allpoetry
It was enough to blur his hearing And silence his sight. - Duality at allpoetry
She ran through his lips and onto the page - The Barista at allpoetry
He caught a strand of her spun sugar hair And like a small boy with a prized balloon, - l'internet at allpoetry
the virulent little box popped on the page, spraying lit pixels with atrophy and ichor. - requiem at allpoetry
Could we just lie here? Willowing arm, stoic neck, - even when all is still, your breath sings the silence of music and the quiet of snow. at allpoetry
You say there is a hollow in your neck Waiting for my trellised lips - Le Roi Ecossais at allpoetry
Ses mots snaked par mes lèvres, La glace eux avec le venin amer, - Macbeth at allpoetry
His words snaked through my lips, Frosting them with venom bitter, - simple at allpoetry
That moment filled with - To see the lady the epilogue at allpoetry
Please forgive me, surely you must not take my - Ripe Fruit at allpoetry
He painted a photograph Hands staining the oil-steak streets - Selfish at allpoetry
I had a very strange dream - this was very prominent in it. - Excuse me M'am, could I please see some ID? at allpoetry
2:17 pm. Two Seventeen in the Post Meridiem. - Capering Touch at allpoetry
Your fingers kept time / Posting on my gypsy thighs / But you were afraid - lux et veritas (option one) at allpoetry
with your arch grin / and your x-ray vision / you arrested my pride / and unearthed the truth / but some things / funny how some things / cannot be exhumed - Unsettling at allpoetry
Nothing can replace / The pregnant soughs of your voice / Through the telephone / - Little Poems at allpoetry
Entwined fingers play / Tracing the lines of our hands / Your flesh is so nice / Entwined fingers play / Us; intrepid explorers / Your flesh is so nice / You / angular long / balancing doting l
