Monthly Archives: July 2008

I will smash them

Posted on 24 July, 2008 by allisunknown

I’ll smash these fingers to pieces and saw these hands off my arms. They are petty jewels of an unworn and undeserved crown. They are the vestiges of a lost name. They are vestigial. They have proven themselves redundant, they … Continue reading →

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The redemption of William Randolph Hearst

Posted on 20 July, 2008 by allisunknown

When death comes, it snatches with quick & clumsy kittens’ claws in a frenzy of untrained aptitude. It comes with all the clumsy enthusiasm of a teenager. It doesn’t allow for last words or unfinished business or secrets whispered with … Continue reading →

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Our city lives are still

Posted on 16 July, 2008 by allisunknown

Ours is not quite a Brave New World; though we’ve learned to exist upside-down, and still the blood in our veins, ultimately we desire grass and ground to step upon, and though we value the perks of our city lives … Continue reading →

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Explosions in the Sestina

Posted on 14 July, 2008 by allisunknown

in my room at the end of the day, and you open your arms to my ghosts, though in your presence they are afraid, they are skittish things and only want to search, to seek to find a word to … Continue reading →

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King of the Gauls

Posted on 13 July, 2008 by allisunknown

I am Vercingetorix tied to a stake, tied to Caesar’s cock, whispering ‘respice post te‘ into his taint, stationary and starving in a No-Man’s Land, perched above Cleopatra’s bosom, held at bay by false hopes of civil war and dreams … Continue reading →

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Miniature playgrounds for miniature children

Posted on 12 July, 2008 by allisunknown

A dream of silent life is what I wanted. But in my head an endless music plays that bleeds into the fabric of my dreams constantly, and last night an angry rhythm of random images pounded themselves out while I … Continue reading →

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