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NO signs of life ( a repost)
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| You and your split second imagery Are but things, things- The foot-dust has seldom ignored. Like fireflies to the night-bulb And the maze of life and the maze of life. Are but rings shattered to my red inflamation. That blink and blink to no effect claiming It is the affliction that is housewife and reusable. Here we show no signs of life. Swallowing and swallowing to the suns poltice. I grin and all the photographs are of me. Cigarette morning awoke and smoked, smoked. The rings deny to beating the butterfly with it's many breaths. Breating heavy and smiling I am mad, I am mad. The beauty of these drowned fields are hypnotising my pretty womb-housed patients. Stonefaced, overly canned like vegetables. They move. The mushrooms turning a bald head to the sky. It is white. They say we are war, we are war. Knowing nothing of a neutrality. NO signs of life ( a repost) © 2000 Tyurina Allen |
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Written By: Tyurina Allen
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E-mail:jesjorge@sendit.nodak.edu
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Submitted: March 15, 2000
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