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Dinner at Six by shadowassassin, literature

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Dinner at Six

Dinner. Dinner at six. Dinner at house, dinner in telephone wires spinning to the stove. Electrical wires, live wires cut behind the stove spitting sparks. Heat - heat spinning in perfect circles, circling under the stove, licking sides of the meat inside. Dinner. Dinner at six. Dinner at my house: steak, cow steak, buffalo steak, stake through the heart of our relationship. St[eak/ake] in the oven popping and sizzling and spitting in our eyes. Cooking - rare, medium-rare, medium: Dinner. Dinner at six. Dinner at my house alone. Pull a knife from the drawer: stake's burnt how I like it now. Stake was burnt when I put it in the o

cobwebs by shadowassassin, literature

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cobwebs

Sometimes the cobwebs in my mind talk. Spiders creep up the grandfather clock ticking one second off. Tickled legs track the path of mathematical pendants back and forth, breaching infinity's bounds twice each second. A gray mesh folds to fit. exception: Each side of my skull is a boundary. Each side of my skull is pounding while I learn how to count all the way up to 100 proof fighting truth and / slurred vision: dull white wall crumbles in drunk illusions when a ladder blurs and slides through the roof makes holes - huge gaps - huge happy lapses sun smiles - shrapnel falls - litters the spotless floo

exhaust by shadowassassin, literature

Two Hobos by shadowassassin, literature

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Two Hobos

One sits near a wall and counts his coins with fingers made of skin and joints. when an Upperclass passes by he begs change for a nickel/ change for his life/ change for a change. The other sleeps close to the street. His toes skim the top of muddled water and they believe the gutter is the ocean. He is brok-en-rich: when cars whisk by, the draft hits his face and he pretends he can breathe.

I've Started a Feud by shadowassassin, literature

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I've Started a Feud

I've started a feud. I've lit a fuse and amused the women- I choose the best and retreat to my nest. (I'm lying) And crying. (Lie.) Kind of high off controversy and free verse. Re-verse rethink repair the spit-clogged kitchen-sink- (I live clean) but cleanliness is a curse- a phantom nurse irons my dirty shirts while I fuck an empty sheet in my naked bedroom. I'm running out of head room. And that's no lie.

Dust by shadowassassin, literature

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Dust

The artificial wind of a whistling car, briskly frisking the black-truth pavement, slaps against my face. Streets stretch like fickle sixth-finger joints through the chest of the city. Skyscrapers rape air, thrusting into clouds. Needles stiffen with quick transmission like firm nipples. God lifts a pinch of sifted love and drops it to drift over suburban streets. Like a pesticide blanket it settles onto matted hair-- hers. But never mine.

16-40 by shadowassassin, literature

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Spin Cycle by shadowassassin, literature

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Spin Cycle

she wears her shirt like a veil, lips hidden. mine was white now it's smeared all over, red but fading in the wash it's been that long. flecks of music jump the cliff the folds when the shirt twirls on spin cycle. music like nickels denting metal when you forgot to remove change from your pockets. and I forgot to erase you with bleach from my memory. now the consequences are splattered over windows, walls and washer too, and I'll need more than soap if I ever want to dress again.

Charades by shadowassassin, literature

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bluelikefire by shadowassassin, literature

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bluelikefire

The ocean seems a little bit bluer today. somewhere far off families scream in murder song, why why the bastard. he -yeah baby, he- killed her and we she it will avenge. delirium-cut 'er up, elbow and eyelash, severed relationships, kill her on the front end of the storm. fly her out helicopter blood dripping red rain and dump her in the ocean, deep enough so it still seems a little bit bluer today.

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mph by shadowassassin, literature

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mph

she throttles and swerves, doing seventy-four on a five lane freeway, radio blasting singing babe I'm gonna leave you. he's kicking up dust that drifts across the offramp, singing can't find my way home. scuffs the ground because proper people pick up their feet. now the highway's open like legs, and hers tremble as she pushes the pedal to the floor. he turns his head, and barely a smile when her car skids into the restraining wall of Interstate 71.

Abandon by shadowassassin, literature

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Abandon

He's been sitting in her driveway for several months, washing his hands with the oil that drips from daddy's new convertible, playing his guitar with slick fingers, singing some sort of blues. She looks over her balcony and hums a half beat off. Sometimes when she's lonely she throws rocks at the windshield, but when they crash he keeps on playing and doesn't notice this lot isn't abandoned after all.

Mars in August by shadowassassin, literature

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Exaro by sarasvatia, literature

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Exaro

Psychosomatic, a simple grammatic prophylactic rhapsody in blue-- arms quaking, bones shaking the space between one/two/one/two numb hands thrumming one loud, unending beat. Polymorphic mobiles dance naked, so many stars against the vacant expanse of space/time/space/time folding the unfolding words into hijacked, weeping rhyme-- elementary emphatic symbols struggling to implant it in the stone cold static.

Lucasta by beansforyou, literature

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Lucasta

There are empty spaces I fall into, silences between folded sheets of music and billets-doux, in the yawn of a piano I do not play. The house surrenders to a phantom air that sinks into all the notes of insects in an empty parlor, into sheets red with the apparition of wine, corpus sanguineum. But the doves have lost their voices. I take long walks up and down country roads to catch insects and dry leaves. The house is always quiet but for the cicadas. Late autumn, and I am at the window watching the trees turn red, humming nothing to myself over and over until the first frost falls over the panes, for the song of your blood would

halo-d by terminalbeauty, literature

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halo-d

concept: sad/vacant tornadoes torn light fragments of frozen time like the dice that i don\'t need like aeroplanes with wings and guns solid with ice welded together with my own eyes- i saw it frantic- heavenly halos of sugar save lives like some sort of ritual give me a sign stop your heart and hand it over it would be hard to see, through the aeroplanes welded together with my own fruited plains the soil decomposing still frozen solid (impairs judgement) it would be hard to see your heart in your hands (small(wrinkled(like oranges)cold)bloodthirsty) concept: halos and virgins and angels and circles of

Butterfly by etoilerose, literature

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Current Residence: Sacramento, CA
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Personal Quote: Jesus saves...but Gretzky gets the rebound and scores!

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The Usual Suspects

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Atmosphere, Blackalicious, Aesop Rock

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shadowassassin

Jun 3, 2004

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shadowassassin

Dec 29, 2003

Good Poets List

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List updated 12-29-03 Here's a list of people I consider to be good poets (with a few prose writers in here as well).  If you would like to nominate anyone for the list, including yourself, leave a comment and I will consider. Recent Additions 12-29-03: EnigmaticReceptacle (https://www.deviantart.com/enigmaticreceptacle) JUST BECAUSE HE ASKED AND HE IS A COOL GUY HAHAHAHAHAHA 11-15-03: orrville (https://www.deviantart.com/orrville), rathergreen (https://www.deviantart.com/rathergreen) 11-14-03: catching (https://www.deviantart.com/catching), therealdrbob (https://www.deviantart.com/therealdrbob) 9-29-03: carissima82 (https://www.deviantart.com/carissima82) Full List 111uminate (https://www.deviantart.com/111uminate) 31 (https://www.deviantart.com/31) aenim-a (https://www.deviantart.com/aenim-a) altruisticlies (https://www.deviantart.com/altruisticlies) :dev-anathema: areincarnation (https://www.deviantart.com/areincarnation) asensualmystress (https://www.deviantart.com/asensualmystress) batgaz (https://www.deviantart.com/batgaz) beansforyou (https://www.deviantart.com/beansforyou) benevolentsoul (https://www.deviantart.com/benevolentsoul) :dev-blacksca

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shadowassassin

Nov 22, 2003

Goodbye clutter

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To remove the clutter from the page, I decided to make a new journal to link to my 'good poets' list.  So, if you want, you can click here to see the list of people I consider to be talented poets here on DA. -updated 11-15-03

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lol

How is it possible that I can make your 'list'? Do I showcase my work, or would you like to peer freely? I think I'm pretty good, but I want your opinion too.

give him a blowjob

but I only have one left : (

Bryianzum

Sep 24, 2005

How is it possible that I can make your 'list'? Do I showcase my work, or would you like to peer freely? I think I'm pretty good, but I want your opinion too.

Ahahahaha!!

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