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I drank you from a cup of coffee today

I drank you from a cup of coffee today

There were your foamed initials

resting incomprehensibly

on the hot fluid. It felt

awkward sipping

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splurt here comes the volcanic eruption of heat and passion: he’s arrived-DEEP TIME BBC4 short cuts Josie Long

splurt here comes the volcanic eruption of heat and passion

bbc sounds with Josie Long DEEP TIME

the unfathomable amazement of him moving like a projectile

splurt here comes the volcanic eruption of heat and passion:he’s arrived

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Engineering Passive Suicide

engineering passive suicide

Engineering Passive Suicide

Engineering something is easy once you know how. The easiest thing to engineer is behaviour.

People in power know this. Without stating the obvious you’re one click Continue reading Engineering Passive Suicide

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Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart

Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m000bdm2

Do roses grow…when you have not seen any light…what happens there I do not know…

Biting his rosary to bits…

I did not look when he called on me these eyes I did not see

Do roses grow between those 20 windows in a row Continue reading Charlotte Mew: The Heart of Hidden Things -AUDIO BBC Sounds Unexplainable beauty of words flowing from the heart

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The Trinity excoriated, others wept for what they thought would be: Peter Heller Big Love

Peter said ‘why do you block the silence Alice’?  Then putting a gun to her head he shot her.

He waited as she bled out-the colour drained quite quickly from her face. He didn’t know why he did this-he loved her-something in him?

He bent down and kissed her open mouth-then he stared intently into blackness of her open eyes Continue reading The Trinity excoriated, others wept for what they thought would be: Peter Heller Big Love

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When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance

is it beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance

When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance

When I opened that silver box-something happened-

Hemingway Happened-Durcan Happened-Kenneally Happened-Heaney Happened-Plath Happened-Duffy Happened-Peter Happened-Andrew Happened-Huxley Happened-Styron Happpened-Spinoza Happened………on and on Larkin o fuck all this fuck this shoddy deliverance from untold celery seeds sprouting on the cold steel scalpal scratching the wound. And the blood flows-drip feeding the shoes as he walks- Continue reading When it is beyond the scope of the mind to iterate every nuance

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When a heart is served inadvertently on a plate to a man of pantomime it elucidates actions beyond comprehension. He is a stranger or is it she is the stranger, two strangers look at each other in a tempestuous whirl then looking through the glass bottom magnified a thousand times she falls into his philosophically absurd, beautiful disguised world: fleshy, sexual, sensual, surgical.

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When a heart is served inadvertently on a plate to a man of pantomime it elucidates actions beyond comprehension.

He is a stranger or is it she is the stranger, two strangers look at each other in a tempestuous whirl.

Then looking through the glass bottom magnified a thousand times she falls into his philosophically absurd, beautiful disguised world: fleshy, sexual, sensual, surgical.
Image result for imentetImentet watched and waited………………….

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When you dream of a Skylark undulating before you-you cry at its unattainability

When a Skylark undulates before you-hear its sweet song
When a Skylark undulates before you-hear its sweet song
When a Skylark undulates before you-hear its sweet song
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When his roots grow deeper than a primative drive and art stimulates it

When his roots grow deeper than a primative drive and art stimulates it
When his roots grow deeper than a primative drive and art stimulates it
When his roots grow deeper than a primative drive and art stimulates it
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When He Drops His Mask…Fucking Hell

When He Drops His Mask...Fucking Hell
When He Drops His Mask…Fucking Hell
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When An Answer is Beyond Euclid

When his Magnetic Resonance is Hard to Reconcile
When an answer is beyond Euclid
When an answer is beyond Euclid
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When White Isn’t Strong Enough to Resist the Invasion

When White Isn't Strong Enough to Resist the Invasion
When White Isn't Strong Enough to Resist the Invasion
When White Isn’t Strong Enough to Resist the Invasion
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When he Fell From the Sky to My Feet

When he Fell From the Sky at My Feet

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When he Fell From the Sky to My Feet

When he Fell From the Sky to My Feet

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When The Magnetism is Such That the Capacitor is Set to Explode

The magnetism is such that the capacitor is set to explode
The magnetism is such that the capacitor is set to explode
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When Beholding That What You Saved and Dream Of

This beautiful man makes me lament

my full body brain soul grieves

and is sad because of

desire that wants to

kiss and graze his

lips

stuck in purgatory

sick from no flowing thoughts

of needs that must be and make them

tormented with his gentle
Savagery

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When He’s as Crazy Complex as Dante’s Purgatory

When He's as Crazy Complex as Dante's Inferno

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When He’s as Crazy Complex as Dante’s Purgatory

I am in the forest lost surrounded by intent and a type of truth resting by the stream.

My heart breathes in and out capturing the soul of him.

My body is tired from the magic of that eye contact

Looking up at the branches he’s there waiting and hiding.

Ravenous.

His thoughts are in despair from the game of life

Relinquish the control let go

Let me fall into the portal of

Saint Peter

Succumb