Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
UNISON INTERCOURSE.
the anxiety that built up.
the body that rests in a particular way.
the violin interrupts.
how constant.
the inertia-
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how constant.
the female zoo
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
DAUGHTER OF IRAN.
Mother was is it that you perceive?
Folding her thoughts, the tension arose.
Pulling away the dark layers of mystery.
The eyes.
I recognized Mother.
Mother your eyes begin to sink.
I- daughter watch you weep.
Your mouth begins to symbolize my birth.
The body that stretched carelessly to the ground.
The daughter that called for her Mothers womb.
Dripping the black drapes, your body touches the sun.
Mother- you have turned to gold.
the female zoo
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
FLUX
FORGIVE ME,
I AM HERE NO LONGER.
DESCENDING.
NAKED I- FEMALE DESCEND.
REMEMBER HOW YOU HELD ME.
WITHOUT NOISE.
WITHOUT NOISE THE BIRTH I GAVE BIRTH TO UTOPIA.
the female zoo
Sunday, July 19, 2009
YELLOW TULIP
anonymous woman holding hair in braids.
the sudden appearance of confusion.
classical misery.
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harsh, the anonymous that doesnt speak.
anonymous speak.
speak.
speak.
speak. speak.
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speaks.
anonymous the woman holding heart in tears.
the female zoo
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
NARCOTIQUE
Its hopeless.
the woman passes her hands gently across his body.
although you tend to remember-
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he doesn't seem to remember.
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she conserves her last tears in a bottle of wine.
laying it closely to his bed.
............
eventually he will evaporate with her tears.
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an illusion walks into the room,
comes to take her away.
listening to her closely,
she whispers last words apart.
hush.
her lips gently meet his.
this illusion appears in-between them.
meeting two teardrops.
pulling woman away.
the lights are switched off,
the sounds of silence in termination.
he will rest.
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the female zoo
Sunday, July 12, 2009
RARE SHE AROSE.
You never wanted her to live so briefly in your room.
The texture of magnificence.
The sharp gestures of instability.
Barely recognizing her through a golden misplaced mirror.
You couldn't sympathize as she turns pale,
looking utterly exhausted.
The nature of pain you have inflicted.
She is not strong enough for choice.
You never wanted her to get lost in sexual attraction.
the flirtation of masturbating minds.
She is part of herself.
Her body for you often appears in instants of forgotten fate.
But she has lost her interest.
You never wanted to love her so briefly.
she realizes this exceptional beauty you have left her.
A useless attempt to look behind.
Her days become a lecture of the unexpected undeserved.
the female zoo
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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