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pulpitMy propped up body in The back of your car and My mind way off somewhere Realising where I am andpulpit
Feeling that feeling in My stomach again Curdling amino acids in My stomach cauldron and Talking in biology semantics- Terminology of the intellects- A joke about dissecting insects But it’s too cruel for me to Even force out one of the one lipped, Much loved Smiles
I need to get away for awhile Think things over Don’t need to be wasting time in The back of your car Telling you to shout, Or otherwise &nbs
by ~israel-isreal
she says‘you should take that book and I should take this’ holding my notebook to her chest, bible-esque. But you wouldn’t really want it, I tell her. Trust me. I’ve got ginsberg, cornett, bukowski! Anything, just not me.’she says
Which is an odd thing for me to say, As that’s exactly how you Started up this relationship.
by ~israel-isreal
turn down the radioMy body stuck up in the back of your car My mind way off somewhere Contemplating my situation My in-thought-eyes on the pavementturn down the radio
Never really looked to the sky Not the man to dream of flying Got more of a disposition for a happy reality And killing myself off rather than dying slowly.
But it’s in this too comfortable situation That I start questioning my future engagements. That I notice the back of your head, remembering Last night I smelt the body of hair on it. I notice your new friend One a week, tired and weak I notice the lists on my h
by ~israel-isreal
jar head loveAlways overly dramatic in my cosmetics As if you can polish shit. Me, with my jar-head cut And nails tender to the bone As I brush hands through hair (or lack thereof)jar head love
But what I’m meaning to get at Is my ability to forget that, With my hands in your lap And your warm breath- A sidetrack To the film I’m attempting to watch.
Not that all that
Matters much.
I can see past your skin, Your eyes, your teeth; Everything. Right into you, beautiful.
Your soul, if not the sky, Is a tree in the ground.
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conceptually..
wrote 1 of the 2 pieces I felt I needed to write to call this finished. I'll try and write the other tonight. we'll see if I can get in the mood.
it's not a good mood.
I'm off work next week hopefully I'll get it done or mostly done then. to be honest I haven't started it physically yet. just mentally.
back in high school I took a creative writing class and I'd hand everything in in four line stanzas, no more line breaks than necessary.
he said
use line breaks
so I threw them in
arbitrary. kind of like
now.
some lines I'd end with and
he'd say
don't end a line with and
I still do it
so I don't know what to tell you.
what I usually do is break either at the end of a sentence, sentiment, or really just where it's somehow convenient because of rhyme+rhythm what-have-you.
another thing they're good for is
emphasis.
get it?
and booklet. I'm confident I've got one or two more pieces pending (I'll write them asap) that're crucial to the completion of this thing. as soon as I nail them out I'll get the thing together.
--
lover, now that you've left me,
I'm glad you're unlovely.
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