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e john e  unModerator Posts: 1901 (5/12/06 12:23 pm) Reply | Edit | Del All 
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dare i sign off with lovedare i sign off with love there's a grey-green balloon that popped and all the monkeys that came out weren't monkeys yet, they were still children, blonde-haired, green-eyed, chipped tooth and such. destined for monkeydom these childbeasts boarded a train and from its windows they saw golden light curve in on itself, shapes left their feelings behind, abstracted themselves, sent themselves off to some other Smithsonian, an American sympton, this growth towards monkeydom. at some point however nearly every childbeast has a spot of recognition as to who they were, what they were becoming and how to stop it. and this spot is usually over their shoulder and to the right, maybe not, who cares. because this is like a book of monkeys already, full of the feelings left behind. now who's going to clean up all this balloon mess? ~ 5 12 06 Edited by: e john e at: 5/12/06 12:24 pm | |
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Nicholas J Junkheer Posts: 669 (5/12/06 12:26 pm) Reply | Edit | Del 
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Re: dare i sign off with love you will know if the monkey start up with the ritualistic flinging of the monkey manure in your general direction. | |
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e john e unModerator Posts: 1902 (5/12/06 12:31 pm) Reply | Edit | Del |
you are so crude | |
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Nicholas J Junkheer Posts: 671 (5/12/06 12:37 pm) Reply | Edit | Del
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Re: you are I try my simian best... HEY... your photo vanished! I rather liked it... It was... hmmm. it was very revealing of the inner john without having to resort to either switchblade or scalpel Edited by: Nicholas J at: 5/12/06 12:39 pm | |
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e john e unModerator Posts: 1905 (5/12/06 9:53 pm) Reply | Edit | Del
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stories at bedtime The Legend of Starbucks Twice or more upon a city An apparition appears We partook of its potions White cocolate and strawberries Forsooth! The dragon Singes us with scrutiny CDs at the counter Drags its tail into the night Ever after winds blow hot Shrill with the change we hold The fool's hymn just a ditty Muffled in the crowd's noise Of this second's century Respite on the way Busy and chatty ~ 5 12 06 | |
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nativedancer Dot Posts: 203 (5/13/06 6:38 am) Reply | Edit | Del |
Re: stories at bedtime the monkey/love poem is wonderful. but i'd drop the last sentence. | |
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Dorothy D Mienko Dorothy D Mienko Posts: 385 (5/13/06 11:01 am) Reply | Edit | Del |
Re: stories at bedtime <: you write wonderful poetry. I like a lot, the starbucks poem. | |
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e john e unModerator Posts: 1917 (5/13/06 7:09 pm) Reply | Edit | Del
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for a while for a while there's a spot under the moon god misses small fishes still in its light otherwise in a splash heat drips from echoes now how does it do that? drips to sear my skin and my eyes and every word will i write ~ 5 13 06 | |
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e john e unModerator Posts: 1919 (5/14/06 8:54 pm) Reply | Edit | Del
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empty basket through frozen foods empty basket through frozen foods you can keep the movie, i'll mail you the book after i finish it, is that okay? or i'll bring it to you somewhere, meet for lunch maybe, or a long walk through the dark, maybe catch a movie, maybe talk. ~ 5 14 06 | |
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