The Happy DoctorFirst hangover? I prescribe you tea, But up the dose next time to bitter coffee.The Happy Doctor
For your mousy classmate, here's cigarettes and shades To both of you, mystery, the envy of your peers.
Next, please? Yes - you must have time to stop; in between when your second-youngest cuts your youngest's hair,
And your oldest stumbles in at noon, reeking of beer and anger And your husband wanders, endearing, lost, taking bearings from fridge to microwave.
Meanwhile you can have the sun, when we can spare it, And ice-cream, confidence, the youth you lost - mislaid one day. &nbs
Proposition IILight me up with yourProposition II
sickly-sodium-streetlight lies; it's better than the otherwise dark.
Fill my heart
with concrete, sawdust: anything
to stop it from helium-floating away.
Encircle my fourth finger with a knotted rope from underneath red skin -
no more promise than that.
Stuff me, limb by limb, organ by organ, into a bag,
cartoonishly, marked 'Loot',
and draw it tight with a rope of someone else's hair.
Every Day HorrorsI have only ever been quiet and anxious. The sensible, pragmatic old-before-her-time. I am too easily terrified.Every Day Horrors
I touch railings when I cross the road, little rituals of reality. I bite my fists to stop myself from calling out - wide-eyed I see danger everywhere.
I hold onto petty securities but their transcience only scares me more. WIth frightened fingers I cling to things that vanish in my hands.
Sand runs down my wrists, desperate rivers of blood and time. I look up to find the sun, except that too faded,
while I w
Unexplainable DistancesThis room is only six-feet across, then why are you so far from me? You seem half a world away.Unexplainable Distances
I reach out into space and silence and the kitchen stretches the more. You seem suddenly half a world away.
Caught up in your own worlds, you sip tea and talk music and are miles away,
but the room is only six feet across.
You sprawl on dusty sofas, washed clean by light-drenched mornings. You seem half a world away.
Last night inside the cabaret it didn't matter. You were inches close and silent, but now the room is only six feet across
Something as Stupid as ChanceVeins like spaghetti that I slurp through a hole in my wrist, these are the noodles in the soup as I sit among the spoons with two garden angels, you and your chain-smoking friend.Something as Stupid as Chance
You smile and distract me
from the radioactive moles which pollute with uranium the dead goldfish and new-hatched newts of the porno pond.
That's the way to do it -
good morning, doll.
| I am. What, exactly? Just another student, getting ideas above her station, and with an odd collection of emo self-portraits and poor poetry to prostitute on the web. Enjoy. |
I am Not Really A Poet
thank you for the fav!
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rintintin
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I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet.
~Ancient Persian Saying
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I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet.
~Ancient Persian Saying
Glad you liked the idea for a story, lovely comments make me all warm and fuzzy.
Your photography is beautiful, by the way, more on same presently. xx
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"We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely." - The man himself.
you should take up photography, not medecine :-p
or perhaps just take photos of your patients in torment...
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Clarey
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MOTH ART - Marta Bevacqua photos.
personal website: [link]
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rintintin
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...feel free to check my work: my Gallery
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