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Cyn Cydi: the all-night fast food kitchen of love ... →
camileone:
A note of thanks
however slight
for a glorious date
a sumptuous bite
once so romantic
I’m now a fan of
the all-night fast food
kitchen of love.
Aesthetics flourescent
thermoplastic desire
no need for a match
to kindle the fire
Anonymity, invisibility,
haste…
October 2011
7 posts
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Cyn Cydi: " Pivot " by Cynthia Carsten →
camileone:
I have been a gentle soul.
With excess, I have reined
in the power of paradox.
I have loved you beyond reason,
and danced for rain.
I have been a gentle sole,
though sometimes neglectful
of my step upon your place,
forgetful of your face,
refused, perhaps abused.
I expect no…
" Symmetry " by Cynthia Carsten
camileone:
The perfect symmetry of bodies,
gravitational pull of planets,
are subjects best left to experts
in the field of wonder.
Shear is a word that I like.
It asks for hair,
or sheep,
hedges and horns.
Or sheer, which conjures up cliffs,
divides, dresses, delight,
and has nothing to do with
gravity.
September 2011
5 posts
" Her Hair " by Nick Void
Unlike all that I’ve seen, Her hair flows down like a staircase of dreams. I wonder, ponder, and even pretend… that this fantasy of mine will never have an end. Blonde in the dark, Brunette under the sunlight’s curtain call. I look for locks of red while she lies in strawberries… wish for veins of platinum between the falls. It’s an ode to joy and an honor of mine, to...
"HUSSY" by Nick Void
It’s a pretty focus, a neo-fashion a burning love for a fading attraction your liquid mantle, a contorting mammal searching for glory holes in a collapsing castle. born and bred from her mother’s milk fed off the land from her father’s hands now she wants a man does what she can learns how to pout uses her mouth She’s a slut and no one understands. it’s not hocus...
"The Sink" by Nick Void
The neon heat beneath red tides of overcooked lovers clap your hands in fear hands in a cup for tears fear you may-fear you might-hit a wall fist to fist-yes, you fight-to lose it all… Razor-sharp teeth I show as it bounces light to you on location with anticipation waiting for another hundred years fear you may-fear you might-hear a curtain call wish and wish-yes, you lie-right...
"Manacles" by Nick Void
Carcass of beauty, sweet beauty…is this friend of mine. Are we not all vultures preying on carrion souls? Desperate, deprived of our consensual self-control. It’s when the base habit assumes victory- We let slip the dogs of war… …and welcome the pestilence of fear. So does the clock never stop tick-tock. So did the boat as it began to rock I tip my hat to chaos but praise...
" LUNA " by Nick Void
I see floating ghosts
inside the eye of infinity
wandering, and tempting fate..
through an armchair disassociation.
I feed unwanted hosts
abide by the tide of midnight
stalking, walking the wet grounds..
breathing in my nightly vacation.
The melting down of my favorite pain
from it’s promise of loss, I gain.
In moments of silence I can hear a name
with it’s sweet ill...
May 2011
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DJ BLASPHEMIN- Mystery Theatre(DEMO) (off the...