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the chickens are out [Oct. 22nd, 2005|05:49 pm]
chickensilence
i visit my own home. t'all looks vaguely similar. the daffodils out the front are...leafy. looking foward to an evening with jus - to be cooked a wonderful meal and to view an intriguing film and to tell all about my house-hunting adventures. for now, the drudgery, the heat, the wet has waned. for now, the daffodils. the daf-fo-dils. the de-aa-fffff-oo--deee-iiii-ll-ssssssssss.
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there's seldom any good reason for sounding the horn of your car [Sep. 27th, 2005|09:51 pm]
chickensilence
there are bags for your thoughts. you can carry them around your neck. yes, they are heavy and at the end of the day you will be weary. but you can always lie down. and i will come and blink my eyelashes against your cheek to make you well again.
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the factory [Aug. 20th, 2005|05:24 pm]
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brutally insulted.


by the plague.

it's exhausting, dicovering old toast in between your fingers. it's poking, consistently. expect 16 tin cans by the end of the hour. but when your purple feet have rusted to the step and sausages spew from your lips you tend to roll your eyes and let the butter drip. those with the plague all slide about on the floor, but you...you dislodge your feet and move well.

you want to dance better at parties.
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a mop [Aug. 10th, 2005|11:55 am]
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to wash your floors with.
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(no subject) [Aug. 4th, 2005|10:51 am]
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my sight is deteriorating, as luck would have it. coloured blotches appear, pulse, enlarge..concealing a dead flower pot, a flat bicycle wheel, a burp, a sneeze.. until, without need for contact of hands, of feet, of ears, i can admire you, and your body like..cream. whatever you whisper in my ear in the morning...i remember all day.
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anonymous... was i thinking out loud? sorry. [Jul. 27th, 2005|12:11 pm]
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you washed in the bird bath this morning. i pottered in the kitchen, stacking the empty noodle boxes we ate from last night, teasing you. you hopped in your socks on the gravel path in anticipation. i polished all the spoons, dusted the sink, rearranged the tiles. you waved frantically. i grinned and gave you attention. you hoisted your white behind into the dewy mossy water. your tangled, spineless body had the grace of aphrodite. i hoped that all the birds were watching. and that they were jealous.
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just [Jul. 26th, 2005|04:06 pm]
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Whenever someone calls me, I always wait a moment before touching the phone. I always think twice before answering. maybe if phonecalls were silent i'd like them better. you fold your wrinkled lips and watch the silent phonecall pleasantly enough. one day we'll talk about this, instead of thinking it. and when we do the phone will ring. and we'll just look at each other. and then at the phone. and then at each other.
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(no subject) [Jul. 20th, 2005|05:35 pm]
chickensilence
you just can't rely on anyone. after all we all want to creep into our dark moist shells.
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the rarity [Jul. 16th, 2005|04:40 pm]
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i cannot begin to explain to you the pain in my back, in my neck. nor to explain that in my side, in my chest. the rivers. the gushing...they gush. hoist your skirts girls, roll up your trousers boys...we're going in. promise to be honest? perhaps even overstate a little? there's someone somewhere right now blushing a little too much. the fault befalls to me. i didn't just wade, i swam for hours. emerging shivering, slightly embarrased...from these rare trees..treelikepeople, and there are a few, who just stare at your beautiful eyes offering you a moment to wonder whether they offer you nothing at all.
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(no subject) [Jul. 5th, 2005|02:33 pm]
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context:
i managed to convince you. the city, suctioning, drains you of pocket, of will, of head above the stream. but you have to see what's out there...you have to listen to the balding women at bus stop 49 squatting on leaves, complaining about how australians just don't know how to queue. you think you'll find that that's one good thing about australia, dear balding women. you wonder at oscar's wonders on the plain. his fingers poke right through the neck, twisting until it looks just right. until you leave the shop. and join the women. their necks all twisted too.
and you'll think of all the queues we'll happily stand in...you and me.
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