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The Resonance of Lake OntarioAnd you'd swear it was the ocean, that blunt span of blue, How the waves crash a masquerde to the pebbled shore. But its not! it has an end somewhere out there, Past the sail boats and private yachts, Where the moon casts a glint on silver haired smilers, Who laugh and sip cocktails with ease. Yes, there is another shore to the great lake. And I can still feel the rhythm of it, humming in my head, As I twist and turn in bed to the thrum of a sticky night. I am cradled in the mist of this summer sweat. And there is nothing, but crickets and a ticking clock, The walls form an inkThe Resonance of Lake Ontario
by ~munichmannequins
He Never Drinks a DropHe's a good man, a kind man, The kind of man you'd want your boyfriend to be like, If you had a boyfriend.He Never Drinks a Drop
He's a good man, my Pa, Keeps the grass green, keeps the truck clean, Never drinks a drop.
He's a frank man, my dad, Don't get in his way, I never forgot that Christmas Dad, when you stomped upon my doll house.
I never forgot dad, or was that my sister? It doesn't matter dad, Because you're a good man.
He's a damaged man, my Dad, His kindness always finds a way though, Through his planted poison.
He never drinks a
by ~munichmannequins
Midnight with DaliIn the midnight hour, I walk with Dali, Magenta dusk lights our path, As we roam in the gloaming thickets. We talk of the circle, and how he was wronged, So vehemently, cast off, Like a stump legged leper.Midnight with Dali
Ivy at my ankles, climbing upward, Keeps me with him, in his wandering. Maybe he was a bit of a fascist.
I never said so though, I held my tongue, Although it burned at the back, And threatened to leap out through my teeth.
I kept it in, the fire that turned the stars, Into an opus of radium, a flaming stadium, I was afraid
by ~munichmannequins
You Keep Me UpLike a thousand needles in my spine, the memory of your touchYou Keep Me Up
haunts me and I cannot sleep.
Stretching white limbs out over the girth of the bed, probing for you, searching for your soft skin and warmth, I find
emptiness.
Outside,
the night is a stir of ripple and wail,
and I only whisper, quietly in my head, your lovely name.
It is a good name--
Solid,
a scholarly name,
a dependable name,
a name worthy of screaming into the muffle of a pillow, in the clutches of pleasure.
I bite my lip in dismaye
by ~munichmannequins
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- Current Residence: British Columbia, Canada
- Interests: guitar, writing, music.
- Favourite movie: Requiem for a Dream
- Favourite band or musician: Ween, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Modest Mouse, Franz Ferdinand, The Pixies, Bloc Party
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