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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...
Eliminationship

As you brandish your corrosive clo… And cannons of musty dystopian dus… I’ve eyed the serpents that tangle… Determined to render my shine to r… Their sly malevolence and curious…
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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…
Sandbar

You think? Real deep. Look again. Beware of bad synergy; Your friends are on the row—
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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Karma Lathe

Thrusting a screw driver through the heart of bliss, Dropping out slowly is harder than you think— A wish in the well
Tell Your Kids to Not Have Kids

Unless they want them to bake and… In the nuclear waves of this fake… To decay in a world their parents… Oh, to be young, and truly afraid. So fuck Fukushima and ignore the…
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Energy

I like words that spin and glide and slide like vernacular helicopter waterfall rides. A typhoon surprise
Rain Club

Solemn, arcane, Shooting, exploding Into millions of pearls with the s… Eroding, diluting, The oaks are bloating!
Six Blue Jays

Six blue jays converge at the birc… To sing their anomalous colloquial… They fashion a serene scene as the… My mind so inclined to blindly sin… As I ponder their ways, in my mid…
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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In Us Confide

The moon corrals the trees and tid… The night begins to set so deep in… The wind picks up its leaves to cl… They all call out to me ‘in us con… The weather never spins a taller t…
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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,
 1
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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Asteraceae

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

Cut me loose from this cloud of be… Poke a hole in my heart for the wo… Rip me apart from this warm suicid… I spot rats in my tunnel of trampl… O God, let me drive into the tree…
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