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the cottage in town
run her a bath with milk lilies and salts
for the electrical storm
wake for the rain
sees from sitting somewhere way back
a mile of dark between her and her eyes
the language is different this time
arbitrarily thirsty
sunken in the center and swaying
limb downed line two blocks east
whole grid is offline
every sentence
has a wick too short to dig out of the wax
only cynicism breaks the sound barrier
mouth opens in sync with mortars walking in on the horizon
same coordinates three times now
synapses fire
windmill dream catcher
sketchbook drawn to end
old razor and old angst
i bring water from the wood stove
warmed to the point of turning scars purple enough to evade (conversation)
one pot for every stone left in the wagon
for the electrical storm
wake for the rain
sees from sitting somewhere way back
a mile of dark between her and her eyes
the language is different this time
arbitrarily thirsty
sunken in the center and swaying
limb downed line two blocks east
whole grid is offline
every sentence
has a wick too short to dig out of the wax
only cynicism breaks the sound barrier
mouth opens in sync with mortars walking in on the horizon
same coordinates three times now
synapses fire
windmill dream catcher
sketchbook drawn to end
old razor and old angst
i bring water from the wood stove
warmed to the point of turning scars purple enough to evade (conversation)
one pot for every stone left in the wagon
Published 8th Jul 2014
| Edited 10th Jul 2014
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9th Jul 2014 00:09am
Your writing is honestly just so cool and unique. I don't think there is anything else like it in this whole place. I really enjoy this one and wish I had beat you to concocting some of these lines. Simply amazing, Rot. As always.
9th Jul 2014 1:21am
it's a season of stormy nights. let's roll another one & watch the show...
9th Jul 2014 10:12pm
a warm yet painful picture is drawn - like the bath itself ...
This is vivid and vital.
This is vivid and vital.
10th Jul 2014 11:24pm
i bring water from the wood stove
warmed to the point of turning scars purple enough to evade (conversation)
one pot for every stone left in the wagon
in person people tend to think I'm so gregarious. Sometimes the firespitting and hard looks, the deliberately bad moves are to keep from having to respond to anyone.
