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August 6th, 2011

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06:44 pm - Bad creator
Another poem, not like the previous.

Bad creator

It was unspeakable -
Centipedes uncoiled from the drains
The sky green split above the cinema
When the unspeakable -
Things with millions of legs
Capered in the car park
When this unspeakable thing occurred -
The gutters gushed with crimson acid

When the green thunder knocked
Things that smelled of bronze
And gleamed articulate
Pistoned their vinegar legs
Curled upon themselves
And flexing outward
Waved their unfaces

But I see that I create them
They come out of my body
They pour out of my mouth
And I am all mouth
All shabby verbal

And after this efruction
I will become millions of things
And all parts of myself
Will run from the light
And hide in dark places.

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Date:August 14th, 2011 07:01 pm (UTC)
Ooh, that's really horrible. And good.

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Date:August 14th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)
tehomet! Nice to hear from you again. I haven't been reading lj much today (marking end of year reports). I hope everything is good.
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Date:August 14th, 2011 07:06 pm (UTC)
Hey. :)

I'm afraid you're going to get a load of comments from me in one go, as I've been offline for a bit and I'm catching up.

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