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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Hurricane Smile

I pay no attention to the forecast,
 I just blend into the weather.
 
Was it not clever
 to attempt to tether
   our pleasures together
     to the feathers of forever?
 
I knew you were a dream
 when I was going through you.

(2014)

#FeatherHurricane #Love #Splitting #Weather

Otras obras de Lxnnnie Rutledzh...
Crystal Blisters

This puzzle is missing the weirdes… The eyes of the monkey. We appreciate your cooperation With our employees As they carry out their duties;
Quietus in Just

It’s a wild tourist attraction for the stoic opulent mess, Atrocity in its burning glory, joyous and omnipresent, The fire singeing my wry reaction,
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Don’t You Dare Bury Me

Let me molder on the surface of the Earth. Leave me on dirt with dross and peace. Let the four seasons sweep over my husk. In blood crush dust and petrified grease…. A feast for my inse...
run

When security is lax that’s when you move. They say you can run but you can’t hide— but you know the truth:
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…
Disappearience

Oh, to dance with that morning jes… Fumbling through scenes Of disintegrating dreams, Until we arrive at a little bridge… Stopping for a moment.
The Hole

If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,
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Energy

I like words that spin and glide and slide like vernacular helicopter waterfall rides. A typhoon surprise
Polar Bear Bones

They say that, in your dreams, a polar bear represents a reawaken… And there; In sight; With the full moonlight off white…
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May You Live in Interesting Times

A lonely creature content just to… Allured by the rooms that hide in… As one would see fit to rest with… Where time after time, you pine fo… These fields that you lie in—seeth…
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Gristle Stew

Assorted spine bones and a hundred pieces of cartilage and rivets—suspended in the thickest darkest purplest jello. Encased in a leather tube; more like trapped. Grinding and crackling ...
Half Full Circles

Raping paper and wasting ink Attempting to bag the bubbles I think, Or thunk—but I stunk or I think—that I stink—
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Dusty Bark

....And as my nicked up, nostalgia… soul gets down on its knobby knees… And prepares to transcend the igno… and dive into the whitest light...… It SCREAMS—
Back and Forth

Swaying within the context of mad-made slime, Like a pendulum bound to the sky with time.
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Mulch Man

I am now In the midst of shaping shifts into riddled bits of cryptic myths



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