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Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Intertwined like vine.
A raw rarity to find.
Nimble fingers cull.
Motormouths staul.
posted by Milli
at 9/09/2009 10:57:00 PM
Thursday, February 12, 2009
here we all are
even if you're gone
even if you're going
there you are
The truth sucks.
Deal with it,
or don't, no matter.
One day they awoke to find
the tree people had left.
Roots and all!
Where had they gone?
The truth can hide,
even be disguised...
at worse, a silent epidemic.
It's true I lied.
Died a little inside.
The truth stares
like morbid curiousity.
The truth glares
like a jealous lover.
The truth bares child
like a mother.
It took six pigs
to fry the bacon.
One lamb to lick the chops.
Slaughtered for the masses-
trees that wipe asses.
where wiggly worms wait....
plants in pots~
The 'Silence of the Plants'.
have their day and say:
Have they forgotten the seas?
super sonic *boom* waves~
With this hand I scratch the surface.
Making up words like truth.
Making cents of dollars.
Press the prints & call it news.
One starves & dies,
another purges food.
One westerner outweighs a family.
One fat cat owns monopoly.
still, go to jail
do not pass go
do not collect 200 dollars...
I
posted by Milli
at 2/12/2009 09:29:00 PM
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Snapshots of Jo
Self-medicating with Jo,
and our drug of choice-
retail therapy...
Like the streets tar,
with the help of cars
melting towards Grandview park.
Commercial drive & sunny Saturdays~
promising it's patrons bustle.
Chatty traffic incessantly verbose.
Jo's "bags weigh down her arms."
Between lovers infidelities,
and the passing of her friend-
Jo liquidated everything.
3 years later Jo bought a guitar.
The day after faded blue jeans.
Strings & shoes crowded every
closet & drawer.
One by one,
each square foot filled in & up.
Like city blocks & blood clots.
Jo beat the merchants map.
Petting them 'til they purred
like cats
like crows
the sound of a murders wings...
a siren sings Jo to sleep.
A slumber counting numbers.
Awaken the dreamers dream.
As the sleep walker runs the race.
Falling head first & saving face.
Jo beat the morning rush;
was first to hit the street.
Crossed the finishing lines
with dotted i's & two left feet.
posted by Milli
at 8/12/2008 10:01:00 PM
Saturday, May 12, 2007
I used to be an internet junkie.
Staying awake for days,
churning conspiracy theories,
drifting the backwaters,
endlessly searching...
I am more than likely responsible
for the demise of many mugwamps.
If you dare to try, start with an
extensive google search on 'carnivore',
or develop a healthy appetite for oil mongers.
Either way, life is absolutely stranger than fiction.
So much it's enough to drive one mad.
posted by Milli
at 5/12/2007 07:21:00 PM
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Long lay the legs of a shaky traveller
wandering aimlessly down dirt roads.
Skinny arms gripping so tight
with all their might, desperate to hold-
still love slips away
like a crows shed feather in the wind
flying from place to face.
Stories to be, a new
beginning beholds...
posted by Milli
at 12/31/2006 03:09:00 AM
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