From: amathyzt@yahoo.com (Amathyzt)
Newsgroups: alt.surrealism
Subject: Ten Diarys work in progress 11/6/04
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The forensics of divorce
I love you was written everywhere
like the cliche it is
the recently not cleaned enough bathroom for the children
smeared on the mirror
last nights perfume
Kaitlyn's makeup kisses on teh wall
All of Jeremy's dinosaurs were looking out the window
the accute herd was watching or leaving
Kendall's stuffed animals and horses too
Each left recycled cards of birthday and get well
and she left behind all her dresses
.......
Just think of it like death or
many more thereover
she let eveyont make their last roll
and told her lover that if she stayed a week
the world would change
it did
.........
Stranger on I4
Did you know on I-4
the girl with well defined lips and hazerdous
hair rocking in the seat to an old punk song
getting on and off
She blew you a kiss after the dance
and then you went tough the toll
Had you wondered where she was going?
You reminded her of a new Tome
...............
May I see you?
I'm only in town for a few days
Recently as I have thought of you
I know you taught me how
to pick up and go.
Every time before,files I lost
was manditory and twice
you taught me to let go.
I thought I loved you, though I am not sure.
I do know you.
My name is Aspasia and you are
Socrates or Plato
I am not sure which of the
memories fit in my self portrait.
May I see you?
I have been tapped which takes
great force, I am gathering my fingers.
I even played for a while on the beaches.
May I see you
I am broken like a seashell
in an ocean panting and heaving
longer breaths does she have
so that I may live. I want to give
truths and desire opinions.
Tedious Petals was my muse,
I have found another, but this one
I must heal first.
The other my undoing and my last words
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
I live surely and very
bright are the berries, much humor
in those little nuances and
plasticolor beads.
My lover taught me the word
perma-fucked, isn't it lovely.
She is soft as parshes' rippling without
a care and slowly loosing the ends of her
hair. I will free her for she has had
half of my life.
May I see you?
I always did belive it made too much sense.
I'm going to Sait Petersburg and he only
just confirms my stance. I never di really believe
anything but I know my power now.
I see it all.
Will you help me find the words
to say hello.
......
The clouds were blooming that day
and she was all I could see
blue potatoes were scattered
teal ink sprayed all the trees
from upward roots and startled birds
over the green velvet pond
filled with babies tailed to limbed
they rippled.
The sky was falling with
the growing morning, melting lightly
on my neck.
Softer than sherbet is her skin
.......
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