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Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Surrender

I'm waving a white handkerchief I'm giving up control I'm sick of hanging off this bridge and screaming at the troll Sign in to see full entry.

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Guitar heroine

Watch out for my power chords, I might give you a jolt. Look at my fans—I'm so adored, I'm a rock 'n' roll thunderbolt! Sign in to see full entry.

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Environmental-ish

I'm a hooker with a heart of gold I never gut a fish unless he's knocked out cold Sign in to see full entry.

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shrew you

I'm not a very good fishwife— many use their tongues more sharply, I may be a bit of a nag, but I'm not a fully accredited harpie. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 5, 2007

Summer sweets (Aloha!)

Aloha (hello, goodbye, I love you) Your entrance was announced with a conch shell I welcomed you with a lei You were the starring guest at my luau So tell me, why didn't you stay? Dirge Saltwater, saltwater in my wounds A tragic life and a watery tomb Nautilus The spiral shape of the nautilus... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 28, 2007

Concrete

Your tennis shoes help me when I am lost in abstraction. I don't know if I love you. I know I love the sight of your size 13 Vans placed side-by-side against the wall— and my small worn dress flats leaning, slightly akimbo, at their side. —Sarah Torribio Sign in to see full entry.

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Words

My words are knives thrown at a circus performer They surround you, mold you, trace you like a dead man's outline on the road But you stand, still whole and smiling I have not destroyed you—haven't ended us I didn't pierce your heart I let out a sigh of relief and take aim again —Sarah Torribio Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 21, 2007

Cactus crusade

I hacked off an agave spike and I used it as a sword. I kneeled upon the desert floor and said, "How can I serve you, Lord?" Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 20, 2007

Doublespeak

The past It's quite a rancid recipe This ravaged repartee I break your rules, you break my heart No matter what we say The present This love affair's unscripted We're beginning to ad lib I'll tell you when something's genius If you tell me when I'm too glib Sign in to see full entry.

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Non-attachment

You wear a dandelion in your lapel. You'll blow away soon, but what the hell! Sign in to see full entry.

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