[ .you.wrote. ]  

rm_lyinghere 40M
158 posts
1/21/2006 8:32 am

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[ .you.wrote. ]


sacred knowing
in our angry placebo egos

ghosts are our natural state
outside meat & breath

where our enemies lie
and all our lies

are waking

in the nightime edges
were we seethe
they no longer require us

to hold them down
and make their lungs move

in the underground shifting
our masks are
all that are holding us back
from making the shaking words
echo out in our lingering seconds
so that in peicemeal breaks
thunder knows our names

in shapes of sound
that drum against my cured face
its pressing down
and there is no wherewithal left
to feed us all the breathy love
thats murming our endings
and kissing down our spines

feeling at our weary edges
only seen from bright blue
or sea grey-green
its our limit to the nail
scuffing into the boards

our wrappings all waxed
and now etched with lines
from your whirring passion
thats now pressed heavily
into my fore-running skin
as epic as the lines you wrote

© Bryan McLean Jan 15 2006,
excerpt from Dark Transmutaions

rm_FreeLove999 47F
16127 posts
1/21/2006 10:01 am

that's fantastic! (but, haha, would love to read the thing the poem is responding too )

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rm_FreeLove999 47F
16127 posts
1/22/2006 1:50 pm

on yr site, i do not see a place to comment, but i like" "butch like ... army green"!

made me laugh.

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