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White Wine Dreaming
January 16, 2006

12:12 AM
An eyelid clock sighs
A coocoo hand of fate
Swirls like Nyquil on a sheen
A spoonful of clear life
Twists like on a burn
Rosewater and acid
Taste time like her twelve petals
12:13 AM
An eyelid clock moans
Fire breath sounds crystal
But cannot receive
Like a random obsession
A perfume called poetry
And a glass of liquid words
Shall glance like Listerine
A drunk nocturne AM
Cures my logical taste buds
With inclarity unclear disclear reclear
No more


Won't be here for a few days.
January 11, 2006

I need clothes. To wear. Only brought 3 days worth of clothes with me so I have to go back to my house to get the rest of my luggage.

Lesson of the Day: Clothes are good.

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Do it for Jeff. Do it for Alex.
January 10, 2006

Jeff Gerstmann and Alex Navarro are two prevalent editors on GameSpot

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Hard-Luck Woman
January 06, 2006

Queen of Hearts and Spades
First and last poker chip
Cigarette smoke and wine
Dripping light and lush
Lips Lips Lips
Spokes on a fine roulette
Stabbing my plastic
Love
Pillows and playing cards


Link
December 28, 2005

I, myself, me, a grain of sand, a universe of memories, a lantern of tradition, a song of change, the white birch tree springing to life, a shadow that burns, a life that lies on a bright blue canvas in summer, a hopeless plea of wondrous flight, a sound of reckless water, pouring into my hands like a crackle and dim sunlight, making me sing for you.

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Penis Envy
December 21, 2005

Fuck a little
Fuck a little
Large enough to live
Love me, Think me
Until I remain lost and silent
And resound myself to poetry


Fading Requiem
December 13, 2005

Leaves fall like thin fire
Paper coins and parchment hands
Lodging in the straps of sandles
My scarf flaps beneath my eyes
The wind below my ears
Dead birds nestled
Beneath parked cars
Hurrying feet
Necks crooked in the child
Forgets the footsteps of laughter
Flicker out
Glass jars shatter fireflies
Tumble into the reeds
Smiling down a river trickle
Before the darkness flattens
But you still walk in sandals


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