Nimbus9
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On the dock, of the lakeA Poem by Nimbus9hair shirt for clubbing, Wax drips for loving, And if I were disembowel, And my intestines pulled out, Would you divine what I mean? |
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Waiting to be manicA Poem by Nimbus9Waiting to be manic Waiting for the magic |
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On the edge of plastic graceA Poem by Nimbus9On the edge of plastic grace -the graveyard of the poorly made -injection molde.. |
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Digging blood wormsA Poem by Nimbus9Digging blood worms when the tide recedes, Singing pop tunes when the soldiers leave, The drum taps On roof tops Marching our storm Our battles.. |
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Mountains of the MoonA Poem by Nimbus9I feel like..... the cut of the cutter, the food of fools, .. |