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10.000 things
and another
10.000
scattered
like gold dust
off the wings of a kitchen moth
10.000 things
and another
10.000
shattered streams of consciousness
and golden light bulbs
let ‘em soar, let ‘em press, let ‘em pass, let ‘em rest
let ‘em soar, let ‘em press, let ‘em pass, let ‘em rest
and focus on umami and lime
just focus on umami and lime
10.000 words
and another
10.000
clutter
my inbox
and my brain capacities
10.000 ways
and another
10.000
patterns
in gravel
offering guidance
let ‘em soar, let ‘em press, let ‘em pass, let ‘em rest
let ‘em ask and suggest another path, another rest
let ‘em ask and suggest another path, another rest
just focus on umami and lime
just focus on umami and lime
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Tongues spitting phrases in real time
drenching her face in a sea of sore words.
Both empty from misuse and loaded with reference.
Innocence drips from the tip of her nose.
Morality touches mortality touches normality touches her soul and her mind.
In language precision’s divine.
Soaked and covered
in a layer of proverbs and prayers
she thinks to herself
Hands on, heads off, mouths off, moods off. It’s not about me.
Hands on, heads off, mouths off, moods off. It’s not about me.
Rigor is caught in her stomach
three little drops seeping down to her toes.
One’s pain, one’s fear and one’s revenge.
Movement’s her form of defence.
Dissolving normality, discovering mortality, distinct morality leads her to truth.
In language precision’s the root.
Soaked and covered
in a layer of proverbs and prayers
she thinks to herself
Hands on, heads off, mouths off, moods off. It’s not about me.
hands on, heads off, mouths off, moods off. It’s not about me.
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drop dead star struck
precious like a bear cub
gorgeous like a lady bug
fearless like a t-rex with ear muffs
have a cup of tea and also do stuff
heart beating, jaw dropping, air stopping
purple crown, nose cuff, bruise throbbing
sweet dreams, all night, squares hopping
crayons and chalk on the table top
pour me a cup and then one for my doll
her name is Molly, where I go she will go
they might be calling, we might not hear them though
now pour us a drink so we can get on with this show
Big gray, thick walls, lost wars
You can go out and play now
Big gray, thick walls, lost wars
You can go out and play now
Big gray
bricks, tall, thick
walls, huge heavy
gates slam shut
serious, strange creatures,
giving me the creeps, make my nails bust
ooh wee - ooh what’s inside
bright
glowing light
no need to hide
or be polite
sweet Mary might
open up, have us in, take us on a ride and be our antique queen
pour me a cup and then one for my doll
her name is Molly, where I go she will go
they might be calling, we might not hear them though
so pour us another, put and end to this show
Big gray, thick walls, lost wars
You can go out and play now
Big gray, thick walls, lost wars
You can go out and play now
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