orgami's Diaryland Diary

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jovian linguistics

chicken was raw in the centre
red like blood
like angst
like a hot wash of feeling
when you see someone

someone you just want
to bomb from above

streets were crawling
people hiding behind
pop up umbrellas
and hoods
sweats
and suits

dresses and peircings
shoes and boots
flip flops and sneakers

rain patter
like silver chattel
long steps
to catch that bus

black tires
black pupils

shops with shoppers
and the anarchy of
music washing in the
wan of the din
den mother calamaties
and her hoard of
offspring

taut mental males
and their astute
pleasure partners

primmed and primed
set flameless
and shameless
coral reaches
from fleshless beachs
empty breachs

cold prick of the
steel
and that tied off
vein

freight cars
lumbering
seamless
alive
despised

sprayed with
ghetto abbreviations

feet a thousand feet
below clunking on the
cracked pattern
of concrete
soft mosaic of the
stones
the jumble and
mumble of my
tall bones

what she say
her voice
straight as a
blade
soft as a shrill
blaze

cuts through my
sleep like a
rusted saw

jumps me from my
sheets
while my conscience
eats
confection favours
streetside saviours

here we go
the sway of the bus
body
long and supple
like a giant muscle

remember Dune
remember fiction
as the gears shift
and spit traction

sway in the living
sleep
my blood thinning
with the shit tasting
pills
my smile for the
searching eyes
would she pull me
from the fire

smoking souls
crying saxaphones
rythymn of arm
slapping wipers

silver skies
falling straight
down
like silk
slippery
and smooth

ditchs filled
with milk brown
offerings
winters trash
floating
a crash scene

kingdom of man
and his responses
those that do
and those that do
not

in a blur the day
is done
and here i am
here i sit

mind filled with
soot
skies filled with
flames

tendril trails
Winnatou and Shattterhand
Tom Mix
Black Elk
Detroit Buffalo News

the night is quiet
as a breath
soft and hazardous

close my eyes
and slow down
flaps down
nose up
gear down
throttle back

then the shudder

a truck on the street
a thought from a dream
bright simplicity
and sweet juices

a gnawing of emotion
pang of a feeling

its time
time for me to go

..O..

12:38 a.m. - 2007-04-28

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