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mach 4We are a machine our words spark and shudder cut circuits from drugs and dicking around on a Sunday night.mach 4
You are my mechanic Your jaw resembles the bent steel of someone more than human and when you work the nuts and bolts of my spine I come alive with an electric hum.
I drive a machine through acidic rain and sleet that just promises rust So I can be switched on by wiry hands tapping hip bones cut like chrome that pound in time with your jack-hammer heart.
We’d work the night shift but past 11 your arm is now sticky on my chest &n
by ~elw00d
Are You Green?It came in the form of a Sights record citing my favorite color that I’d loved since Freshman year. I listened to it on a suburban corner by my middle school, wearing a green tank top.Are You Green?
The heart of the suburbs lies in the green. Rolling mansion lawns. Spring polos paired with chinos. Stacks of musty dead presidents, powerful men, lining soft Italian leather. Trees are green, ties are green, smiling Irish eyes are green and the sky’s only green with the threat of a storm all sailors since birth can identify from the pier on a summer day. We all know this color, this feeling of golf course grass shorn between our toes. Other colors
by ~elw00d
Nic FitI.Nic Fit
(Marlboro Reds)
I know the smell of your cigarettes seeping from the pursed lips of a blue-haired 80 year old sitting in the front booth of a Big Boy’s. She exhales as I pass and I inhale just as deeply allowing the dusty smog of her second-hand smoke to fill asthmatic lungs.
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(Turkish Golds)
I know the smell of your cigarettes resting in the crease of my green cushioned chair that you use every Sunday. It lingers on me like late nights at the Magic Stick when I jump in the shower, li
by ~elw00d
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little white liesWhy do we lie to ourselves, to each other To make us look better, to hide who we are Because we can, because we cant not Or maybe just because thats just how we are.little white lies
I dont mean to lie to you It just happens....like blinking The words come out all on there own Their said to you without thinking
But lies can help to protect you from harm From truth thats black and unclean Little white lies that are pure from the heart Thats how my lies should be seen
by ~jubbakazoo
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- Interests: coffee, linda's, journalism.
- Favourite genre of music: 70s punk
- Favourite artist: van gogh
- Favourite poet or writer: wililam carlos williams
- Favourite photographer: diane arbus
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