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I saw a woman, Her arms slack Strings loose Puppetry.

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Vengeance is my heart Unfolding Talking To you in the dead of night Telling you My shame, hollow victories and truths, all that masquerades As obscene and broken, rattling around in my brain, Finds new life Under your gaze.

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Attraction

A doorstep, A chokehold. You spying at me Through your glasses like I'm life On another planet. And where are you to be found, in those furtive looks? Brown eyes, darting and igniting. I'm sorry, I don't care about your plans for the summer... Because they don't involve me.

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Pandora

A box of dreams Tiny wings flapping, My mascot. A madness so sour and true It leaps from my mouth And everything is undone.

Best of all wishes, All times cherished Memories That rise above the ashes My parachute to safety.

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Michael Landy, Saints Alive

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Object

It must have been an odd object to begin with. Now the ghosts of its uses Whisper around my head, tickle the tips Of my fingers. Weeds Reclaim with quick silence the beams, pillars, Doorways. Places change, and a small object Stands defiant in its placelessness. Durable because it contains intensely meanings Which it can no longer pour out.

Jimmie Durham

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I’m a dragon tonight. Breathing fire. Tempered. Trapped. Insidious, garish, green. I take my fire and I aim it at him. Lightning. Everything in flames as Time whispers Its secrets Away Down The Drain, Until There’s nothing left To carry anymore, Only my own songs, growing inside me everyday…

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What am I saying?

Steam train baby, Howling Macabre Listen to the line Inside what I'm saying. Means nothing. Lost fragments of thought. I found you, at the beginning A heartbeat... A shell, My thunderstruck tongue, Making syllables come alive Writhing under the surface Of my understanding. I capture you. You forget me.

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Escape and Return

Always looking for a way All that is predicted. A life mapped out. A sword fallen upon. Train tracks running Words falling Laughter Calling You back to me. I find myself telling you everything, But you're nowhere to be found. My last stop. Broken and whole.

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If I tore him apart, opened him up, what would I find? The essence of Bluebeard? His flawed love, for me? For himself? For the money? A demonic, striving power that obliterates all of us... He is just a man. A contemptible, broken, defensive, heart-wrecked child of a man. A forsaken family A car crash screaming in the night They leapt across the streets, Wings spread wide, lifting Singed feathers. They are words, stolen And we are what remains.

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The Private View

Let’s all squeeze into a tiny room with shelves of fragile objects and sexual tension and jealousy and wine and just see what happens… Lift me up out of this shit. An out of body experience, navigating the gathering from another dimension of devil-may-care wisdom and dynamo sex-appeal…“yes my piece is about the fetishisation of the female form, from the ancient times up to today…yes…fucking representation…grrr”.

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I want to tear through your words

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A woman, forming herself, piece by piece.

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electric