how many angels dance on the head of a pin?
a thimble would hold a million. his fingers
make my head spin, the touch is a light thorn
making the blood sing. and the beat of a heart
can thunder loudly, music drumming into
places previously left undiscovered.
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- September 28th, 2004, 2:21 pm
- Forum: #1 - Kick out da word jam
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- September 28th, 2004, 2:11 pm
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- September 28th, 2004, 2:04 pm
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if the wind held answers what would be asking the questions? i hang wash to dry under a cerulean blue sky stretching arms up to catch the wind, the smell of chlorine strong, sheets snapping, and I remember my mother performing the same duty. funny, to have to come to a 3rd world country to make conn...
- September 28th, 2004, 1:57 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: Healing Means W[hole]
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Healing Means W[hole]
Healing means whole [sums] adding up to regular prime {‘} numbers sealed with kisses, blisters [packed] into parched mouths, dissed- organization reigns into stolen slays {sleighs} ‘and’ somewhere there is a child crying with no one to hold it. but learning to let go means healing, means whole— some...
- September 28th, 2004, 1:56 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: put another buffalo in my jukebox baby...
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- Views: 2338
- September 28th, 2004, 1:53 pm
- Forum: Poetry
- Topic: i wake up running..
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- September 28th, 2004, 1:52 pm
- Forum: Lightning Rod
- Topic: To My Son
- Replies: 5
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- September 28th, 2004, 1:46 pm
- Forum: #1 - Kick out da word jam
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- September 28th, 2004, 1:44 pm
- Forum: #1 - Kick out da word jam
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Sails
Sails Blow a mournful note through the trumpet. Break the lines and let the boat go. There is more freedom in the future. Molded past images from a puddle of misspent guilt and needing this pain is like living with a dark angel just seen out of the corner of the eye. ready to strike when hot-- poker...