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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Anodyne

Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulonimbus anvil
Contiguous with some rakish air worn by the sun
Fed wild through actuality; leaving wise men still;
For immunity to the gods,  frames the holiest one.

(2014)

#UnlikelyOne

Altre opere di Lxnnnie Rutledzh...
Three Going on Four

Raising light and reversing diffid… Proves a puzzling endeavor in nobl… Its compulsive plume wafts over th… Laid low and beholden to rebellion… Show me your values! Your colors…
Rope Plus Rafter

Until then, I can’t believe it’s less than a w… Have a good night; take care. I like the way I dress. Every vampire needs a guardian.
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Lines

The blender of time has utilized my face as a map to find its way back home. Discombobulation
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Preface

With plains so great; the sun coul… Sanctuary blackened by the moon’s… Where only the loneliest crows dev… Before the very first palace was b… There once was a man so betwixt th…
Follow That

It follows to say I thought what… But nothing arrived and time was n… If only the space in which I have… Came back to conquer my authored s… I might well be on my way to where
The Sum

Crossing your horizon of evidence Existing painfully within design— Down to the last crass moment of s… Suspending in this blacked-out min… You did your best at how you don’t…
The Cannot Be Known

(Mother, Don’t Read This.) On days overcast when the rain is… And the queen doesn’t growl in her… I’m so here in the now—so here in… Like when I was young, just first…
Trans

Lightsaber-toothed styled liars slay the monarch of truth with denial and desire; sharp and swift—smile of fire— And all of this teething is leavin…
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Delucid

My time is infinite, my blood is t… My eyes are old as they witness de… Objective and obvious, clear and q… The truth may be strange but it fi… Writhing in your will, eyeing the…
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Stone Cold

I can’t get stoned anymore without getting paranoid. It’s not the plant. It’s New Jersey. It’s having kids.
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Raid

A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
Will

I will walk into this hurricane an… I will travel in peace with that g… I will ground your lightning again… I will mull my scarred skin into s… I will outlive this native curse.
Asteraceae

I’ve been allergic to beauty For 35 years In a series of diphenhydramine dre… Spring stings And all of these tears
Karma Lathe

Thrusting a screw driver through the heart of bliss, Dropping out slowly is harder than you think— A wish in the well
Little Miss Giving

Death is not an option like it was when I was young, But that old familiar noose still ties a knot around my tongue… Strangling the letters



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