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Friday, August 13, 2010

upon headphones & vacant cushion

5 new poems.

Pop Song.

N'other round of chorus
like some kinda hook-weaving florist
3 minutes is the average
time for rocking
several verses, and our bed.

60s girl group.

cute n creepy. unmastered
electric fuzz, the same
wires that stand when I
stripe your skin with nails
coated in bargain-aisle red.

60s girldance.

handclaps assessed with
synchronized hip-sass.
A graze on the thigh, a
slap on the ass.

electronic jazz

crafted, it works, it
tells a story without
words, or few words, a
trick you'd learn if
you only had one-worded
language like me.

punk after punk

post-coitus prose
writers - one goes for
carnal, the other a
lotus. animal or
vegetable, screams the

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