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He was born...
in the starched-white foresight,
of a hospital in a destitute country.
He was raised...
in the up-tight hindsight,
of religiously ambitious cartpulls.
He was taught...
in the midnight cat-fights,
of laced hatred and taffeta spit.
He was praised...
in the too-bright porch-light,
of piteous pulpits sighing for sad scribblers.
He was purged...
in the red-light tick bites,
of rouged bosoms and tumescent churls.
He was killed...
in the do right twilight,
of rotten vows and radical taradiddle.
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fields
I think the fields would be a lovely thing to live in. . After I was born again, I had to make my whole bedroom yellow. By now, I am gagging every time I breathe. The walls were painted lilac by the doctor that came with the pills, and the floorboards are beginning to rust green, moss licking up the bedposts. I am tired of yellow. I am loving the green. I have opened the door, cranked out the window. I cry to open sky, whatever is outside, hope it hears me, answers sweetly. . I think the fields would be a lovely thing to live in. Let me lie down in beds of wild oat, hang in the boughs of willows. I can dry my clothes there after the dip in the creek. Let me breathe in story-book air, something tinged with honey and dust. It surely has an answer. I will cry my last good cry into the hide of a beast, a villager of here who promises to understand. I know they must understand, someone has to. I think the fields would be a lovely thing to live in. Let me lie, let
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time goes by
the new year gathering, time's momentum following on ides of march, april fools
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Winter
winter grows in me hoarfrost grass and frozen vines I lure you into a maze made of glass to swallow your future to spellbind your past winter roots in my veins painted with ice, with tongues made of cold fire I lure you into the crystal halls to fall in love with your mortality to darken your days to cast you into night black as a coal and filled with flames
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This is loosely based on the life of Arthur Rimbaud with a bit of embellishment on my part.
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very good..very much like it