blood of lily's

[angelbride]

Boxing skylight , flesh steams , as hunger related ,
The passengers moon is
Crashing like a theatre without a balcony , but I keep the darkness faith as
A uniform of silence , waking up in a word from a wish blown through my window
And as my arms of trust , have no outboard names of hesitation

You said
I have a schedule to be a lover ,and
Like cream I tap on the lucky gaze
But Gloves of thunder are , peace like soccer

Love is like Velcro , in the night becoming
Love is like a bench of clove’s into midnight searing blood of lily’s
As trust sais …Is My sanity is seasick …and did it
Bellow like a manhole of faith

A thistle of sound ,is spring is fatigue
You see A second of bereavement
A parlour sunset , a guitar with
Thoughts , chant into the music
Like lollipop clouds ,

the winter sneezes
Like vagabonds on ice
Peanut dreams , the future underestimated
Waterfall images , like toffee on cold strings ,is
The blood machine , a vinegar’ of passion

A comb of trust envied the love for language
Named A frog alarm , as I depended in the mace of hunger
A book like a stinted hammer , the weather is like a tail
Of fistful noticing swank

The war of creation beats the light of vengeance
Sedative warning , sharp tooth praise in the gleam
Of the rain waiting to appeal
Like a feeling of dread
A certificate , of knowledge , underneath the bed on fire
What do people really desire

[fishfishquaileye]

fistful noticing wank

The war of creation beats the light of vengeance
Sedative warning , sharp tooth praise in the gleam
Of the rain waiting to appeal
Like a feeling of dread
A certificate , of knowledge , underneath the bed on fire
What do people really desire

this people really desire decent, literate poetry. so take your "fistful noticing wank" and shove it up your bed of fire. pass the sick bag on your way please, so I can puke freely at your writing.

[Cate]

Swank – she said swank fish, not wank <blink>.
Swank as in dashing, as in Hillary Swank from the movie, 'boys don’t cry' and 'million dollar baby', which I haven't seen but have heard is very good.

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Hi Veerle
I'm to much of a dot connecter and am always trying to get that concrete story or picture from your poems but I know that that's not your style. Some images didn't really work for my head (i.e. love is like velcro) but some I liked quite a bit, "Boxing skylight , flesh steam" (I love that actually - I think it's a sound thing) and "like toffee on cold strings".