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hot froth, coffinee slop
spilling onto spill
sol finds apollo overhead
like salt in hot silk
and vampire f(r)iends come
backwards through rent
memory. old mnemosyne
plunges fingers
into droopy skin
plucks my heart from head
as it pounds like hammer
  into space
  of common thingies
and relief is the smile of apollo,
who distended, is caught
with his pickle in the jar
whilst the anvil of your flesh
cools as I spirit into spirit,
flung into steeltraptime.

7 Jun 08

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icky ending, i dunno. there's gotta be some other
way you can say it. i really love ||1-21. more of this
kind of poems, please.
: )
 — fractalcore

or maybe just get rid of it?
: )
 — fractalcore

wow. nighty night, dude.
see you later.
: )
 — fractalcore

I don't get it, but I love the wordplays and imagery, how certain phrases meet other phrases with a hello kiss and never a goodbye.  I'll read it again at some point and attempt further understanding.
 — Aziel

yeah, f(r)iends is particularly cutesy and i kinda
gathered that it was my fault..
: )
 — fractalcore