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here's the latest poem i've written...for anyone interested: Today I was a drier full of wet clothes, enough bricks to build a house, a sunburn on the carpet. I would've loved to have some cereal this morning, but someone left the milk sitting out all night; we had to pour it all down the drain. I think the sun made things colder today, because it blew and the wind fell. Today I was a closet full of naked hangers, a paycheck for 38 dollars, a nearly empty bowl of cat food. And I think I'll wear this same pair of jeans tomorrow. |
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corpse tied to serated edge of dismemebered body shock axle chain death by runner of gear wheel tie found pleasure in risk of implausible mechanical love fate on dry sun day by trees in dust |
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Your poems have lots of nouns and verbs, lots of thick crunchy images instead of goopy adjectives. I like that. |
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it's a feeling that you get when you're cold and when you're wet wakes you up when asleep in bed and shakes you if you cry instead it reaches out from the grey skies and filters through the high rise it finds it's soul in icy water and in fickle plays with virgin daughter it rises with the midnight sun and points at you with loaded gun brings back your guilt in tired visions cuts inside with deep incisions aloof aloft it watches all from cable car to hotel hall plants it's tales in your mind leaves no clues for you to find no clues that is except the ones that blow you up like cluster bombs insides outside cut to pieces all washed up on pebbled beaches (Kudos to whoever can tell me what film inspired that poem.) |
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Dark City? |
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the matrix? |
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No and no :) |
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shanghai knights? |
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Dude, where's my car? |
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Close, but no cigar. |
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oooohhhh, wait...i know what it is...angels in the outfield? |
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Here's a clue. It's a foreign film, but had a US remake. |
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ummm....the matrix reloaded? |
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Requiem for a Dream? Pokemon? Dr Zhivago? :: goes slowly insane :: |
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I love you Clipper, in a non-sexual way. |
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Uh oh clipper, here comes the "we can still be friends" talk... |
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"septic wars" rusted junk-truck busted plus scuzzy boombox hijinx = bleed baseball bat flavor-pack nutrition facts my septic tank will be victorious |
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ohmg that was stuupid. sorry aobut that |
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just the way you come into xltronic like a polite little mouse and post ya poem and then skittle off. i just love it, and i always like yourr poems, sometimes just because they arre therre and not wrritten by an arrogant twat who thinks he's all that. grreat. |
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I like your poem. (and your avatar it reminds me of something that I can't think of) I liek this part.. "I think the sun made things colder today, because it blew and the wind fell. Today I was a closet full of naked hangers, a paycheck for 38 dollars, a nearly empty bowl of cat food." |
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i'd like a book by Clipper of annotated poems |
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vanilla sky...(?) |
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No wait - LIQUID sky! |
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the ring? |
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Nope, no one's got it yet. |
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it's not ringu? then it must be "what a girl wants" |
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i don't know but i know i really love LAUN YAFTERS |
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ho hum |
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The Wall? |
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i like it |
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eggs shelled and liquified, boiled in heated tension, solid and reformed, such is life. |
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clipper: rock on! poets unite! |
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transferring thoughts and emotions onto this sinful, wicked pulp pretend the existence of a tunnel-less light or a lightless tunnel with no means to reach the end and no desire to try hideous and irrelevant under careless surveillance neutralized with disinterest bombarded with direst distress calling out the words to some forgotten song in some forgotten tongue to wake the ancient ones whom feel your feelings from the air and disenchant the seas of all matter’s origin all wrong of right all untold and remembered a frail collection of thought with the distress of a trillion their minds bleeding again: if ignorance is bliss is knowledge misery? |
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the can said ON SALE in caps. i checked the price: $10.99 i only had $10. |
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Haiku by me: Happy dog plays fetch Runs into the street, watch out Blood on the fender |
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