Another thanks for everyone who took the time out of their day to read it, and everyone who has left a comment, given me a favorite or a watch. I'll try and keep up with the messages, but it will take me a few days.
Thanks to everyone once again!


In Absentia-In Absentia
In Absentia
Our cobweb cots hang fifty feet above the ground, stuck like white linen to pillars of oak.
In the morning our bright eyes bloom to breakfast, and we become free falling balls of black fur.
But they took us, the arms of others. Our legs are pulled and plucked.
Our cobweb cots are vacant cotton blots,
attached to bars of bark. But we dance, a dance, a waltz, our waltz.
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Variations on a Theme-Variations on a Theme
Variations on a Theme
All the elevators were gone, so we climb valleys of vertical steel. Complexes of corners and tin cans, ceiling fans.
And all the alleyways were gone, so we breathe the air over there. Distilled by headlights and skylights, lampposts and lamplights.
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Jars of Dirt-Jars of Dirt
Jars of Dirt
These pounds of hair and bone have
caked to sides of ceramic like cement, fanning down dust and sot and shallow air until bags of bones
begin to burst like bulbs.
Your hands have not gripped these jars of dirt, those ornamented bowls of hair and bone.
The shelves have rotted so slowly
since you've been gone, my lover youre hiding under blankets
of paper and pavement.
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The Summer "Tell Me a Story" Contest
"I'd rather have a powerful poem full of technical flaws than an insignificant poem that was flawless." *Mahi-Fish
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The Summer "Tell Me a Story" Contest
"I'd rather have a powerful poem full of technical flaws than an insignificant poem that was flawless." *Mahi-Fish
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