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An Ode to Madame BovaryHow at ease in misery you smiled sweetly--sweat moans into his clavicle no one envied you, lecherous laughter echoing inside the valley of rocks we tread over my thighs under your palm I wanted to be there by the fire shrouded under thick skins of responsibility. Thought I could swallow you into the darkness washed away like 2 tabs licked clean yet on you pressed inside the tux pulsing in my throat rode up not mistaken for the taking same stirring face numb pull-press on supressed. --Not like you my madame--leaveAn Ode to Madame Bovary
by ~adalay
PatientWhen the hair has been displacedPatient
Its follicles remain Tiny holes where darkness now resides Always—nothing she envisions will happen Not enough time Like buffalo— The memory of their population shakes the earth Creating seamless fault lines Saline falls into the torn veins of her limbs Drips in pointless descent When the bag shrivels she too is already
The color of ash Scabs disappear into fish scales
The cough sheds like fish scales Pain in the sockets Throbs Overhead the fluorescents murmur They are being shocked
Aggre
by ~adalay
PerscriptionTurn—not a speck—the faucet on her spotless hide. Nothing possible to melt away—lamenting soap. Went a day, less than with more than sweat to stale machine- washed slacks—stopped to iron in a never-rot-away formaldehyde smile.Perscription
He put the Chardonnay down Synthia’s throat—shot out of the cork, food group the only, sloshes under
the cabinet’s drain with meds—twice a day. You’re killing your father! “Perhaps on Wednesday”—Synthia, “Its just today, perhaps I’ll bathe alone.” Screw you—furious soap.
“Love shouldn’t be medicated,”—Synthia. Watered
by ~adalay
Scent SongThe scent of your cologne drifts across my face like a warm breeze through the cold evening desert air. It elevates my senses like opium for the masses- you, my poppy seed. I feel it, smooth and edgy, whispering to me when you are not there. Your aroma has sought permanent refuge inside my soul- adopted into me. It is thick, musty, yet electric, like lightening striking the earth after the storm has passed, disrupting the tranquility of the freshly scrubbed grass, melting everything into a thick crimson clay. Cellars ripe with your essence, cool cucumbers and Indian Spices; you are my favorite breath of chi tea. It swirls around me like the lScent Song
by ~adalay
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What she hidesWe were wandering around in this little townWhat she hides
(ah the joys of a rural state: the official population was listed as 96. Just 96, not 96 hundred or 96 thousand...96 individuals, each finite and discreet, like a child counting fingers and toes)
so we were wandering,
I was using up film on a cheap camera,
(one of the disposable types - a one shot deal, made to be used up and tossed)
then we stumbled onto this, halfway hidden behind the brushed-up facade of the historic hotel. There was so much care put into the tourist-ready buildings on the main street, and then this. It was like watching
by ~carrion
I am what I amI am anything you want me to be. Different from all angles. Not enough hours in the day to figure me out. A bottomless pit of fear, despair, and joy. A raging river flowing into every crevice, Into your lungs. Until there\'s nothing but me. And i am the thoughts you never want to think, Words whispered behind closed doors, Words drowned in a sea of ignorance. I am the tears you shed in the middle of the night When loneliness is all you know. And i am the scars you hide, the blood you bleed, I am the sharp edge of the knife. I am the insanity you can\'t,I am what I am
by ~zegogglesdonothing
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- Current Residence: in my head
- Interests: acting, writing, serial killers, psychology
- Favourite movie: Rushmore, Big Lebowski, Life Aquatic
- Favourite band or musician: Incubus, Elliot Smith, Spoon, Interpol, Notwist, Jimmies Chicken Shack
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/Alternative
- Favourite artist: Van Gogh, Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: Steven King, Berryman, Simic
- Skin of choice: my own
- Favourite game: Clue
- Favourite cartoon character: Squee, Zim, Gir
- Personal Quote: I chose the devil i know over the angel i don't
- Email: ashjane@hotmail.com
- MSN: ashjane@hotmail.com
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