annoy me no more, for i'm old.
reddened by the hands- skin gone thin.
me- my own bed stain.
every image blurred with punk fraught cut away vision.
i can cut through a cold soaked heart.
table for none.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
About Me
- Name: doriandra
- Location: United States
بلخ الحية، والموسيقى في مرحلة ما بعد المعاصرة المستقاة من ملذات الخراب.
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6 Comments:
scissors cut paper.
stone break scissors.
words burn hearts
That is very touching. You have a great way with words and images.
glad to see finn posting a comment. this site deserves more attention as it is one of the best things on the blogging universe!
Pica, long time no visit - I've been busy relocating from London to Yorkshire and settling into my MA Poetry Writing course. I hope this comment finds you well. Clearly, you still have that amazing talent for evocative imagery which burns into the mind and stays there long after the visitor has clicked and moved elsewhere in cyberspace. x
thank you all- back after a long and fretful sleep...
And boy are we all glad to see you back.
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