A Poem

[Mark Lang]

This feeling, this sadness, matters. It means -
Like a holy fire adrift upon

A shred of paper fast and vacant, like
A flag of fury whipping black against
A field of walls a shadow dark, like
A soldier walking naked, bottle in

Hand, half mad, upon a crumbling strip
Of bone.

It means an end that gives, as
It must, the emptiness of time, of space,
Of form, and, finally, of self.

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Hi, I'm Dano's friend from Omaha. He talked me into this.

[tyledras]

heh, Dano has a habit of doing that.
good job, i like it

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proud to call Ski my sidekick
namesake of a rascally tabby, courtesy of Eden, my twice-hero
Katchoo's my hero too

[gollum]

hiya, Mark. yeah, Dano's good at that.

i like. i'm glad he talked you into it.

-g

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Sometimes i think everyone on this board is crazy. The rest of the time i'm sure. -Dan
somehow i see [gollum] clinging to a tower and rousingly calling for a new world order. -starky

food is food & sex is sex
i'vehadmyfill
iwanttodefect
-ra di o he(a)d

[Mark Lang]

October
Wind breathes south in threads
Misting wet, flags rave live the
Urban beat, leaves faint.


The Water Restless
Look. The steam of evening loiters
Soldierly the crumbling steppes
Of light; the ice, a hundred titles
As cramped as duty, squirm beneath
The lattice bars of branch and sky;
The brook that skitters here and there
Adroitly hides a million eyes
Behind a million mirrors setting
With the sun - blind their gaze, blind.
How very restless, these waters, these things -
Man like.

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Hi, I'm Dano's friend from Omaha. He talked me into this.

[Mark Lang]

Plagarizing Tuesday

A corner lamp emits her glow
Across a desk of disks and notes;
A glass of bourbon shimmers ice
Like memory splashed across the soul.

A corporate something loosens tie
Of future blues and present dyes
With fists of booze that thumb the days
Behind the lemon files of night.

He gives his face a finger shave
And dreams about another way.
Shadows scratch the tine o'clock
Upon a wall of faded paint.

The rain outside uncovers blocks
And blocks of humans in the dock
And miles of trials before they drop
And trials of miles until it stops.

[Dano]

One of my favorites.

Hey, Mark, if you see this, give me a call.

[tyledras]

that's fabulous Mark!
very strong


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proud to call Ski my sidekick
namesake of a rascally tabby, courtesy of Eden, my twice-hero
Katchoo's my hero too

[Miral]

Dano....and now Mark....there's something in the water in Omaha. Something very good and I want to get my hands on it.

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~Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.~ T.E.Lawrence
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~Murder one I didn't know what I did
I figured it out by murder two
Murder three I stopped feeling ashamed
This is me I'm going for you~ by: dwim

[Mark Lang]

Saturate: Medication in Seven Bars

Round cops pound curbs bums
Mound home. Found out rum

Hound. Loud sops bourbon
Sauce down cold. Shirts run

Pearls through red skirt's house.
Burdened girls puke tao

Dirged bed. Light nigh high
Kite. Man coitus styles

Blue dame's snatch boiled thyme.
Rape chain jade spade. Sigh

Slurs pout on proud pose
Furrowed mouth. Flush nose

Clots tongue berm moist. Rain
Weed burns Saturday.