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Your View On Things we'll just stand here by this chain-link fenceYour View On Things by ~cowpops
weaves of diamonds
or squares
depending on who you talk to.
it makes sense to stand while we wait
just as we smile as we gaze
or stare when we want.
but I hate to wait
or keep anyone waiting.
I poked the most confident one
because he was holding an instrument.
in between songs:
Are you an anarchist?
I wanted to know because
I don't like anarchists
and I don't like waiting to hear
what they have to say.
He poked me back with his bong
and told me to get lost.
am I am not a writeram by ~cowpops
because I
am a stranger
people
can conceive we are so complex
I am not a drinker
because
I want to be a wizard.
give me some ale
and I'll make it
into powder
and I'll sprinkle you
with greed.
I am not a singer
because I talk short
too.
where
did
the
muse
ick
go?
I am not a girl
because I want a girl
I am not a painter
because my colors
are blinded.
is there a
white painting?
I am not a believer
because I beg
for someone to listen
to me.
I am a mother.
counting children are playingcounting by ~cowpops
in the lakeside park
of specifically
they stand
in the grass
with the cars weaving by
and a grandmother
she watches them
with the sun dazzling down
she's fifty miles away by now.
children are playing
brother and sister
and God
he watches.
they argue
he watches
the boy tells her
no matter what
he always has one greater
than her.
Always one more
no matter what she says.
to
infinity.
she was a headstrong child
with not much to show for it
and shouted
that she had always
had one more
and infinity isn't a
number
anyway.
he looked almost defeated
and thinks about everything
I can multiply you
living dangerously. they crouched on the benchliving dangerously. by ~cowpops
and what were they doing
would be the only question to ask them.
but clearly
they crouched on the bend,
bathed in
liquefied artificial glows.
their shadows looked ready to pounce
the enormity of them
frightening.
but nobody was awake
so it hardly mattered.
they were a couple
they were brother and sister
they were neighbors
whatever you think, they are.
proudly, however
they thought of today
and how
there was no escaping
memory if you worried about it.
a thought only haunts it you
don't want it to, just as haunting
can be cured by
appreciation of evil.
but as these two
stalked the open air,
Sepia Pockmarked with sickening bubbles of fluid, my feet roamed upon a coast of rocks in warm layered tones. The sea was a mass of liquid that looked as if it had spilled out from a dusty bottle of whiskey. A girl handed me a smooth piece of crackling lava and jagged purple and yellow rock that my feet had almost impaled. I murmured my thanks, the whiskey sea calming my scalded skin. She smiled, her curly hair glistening with sunlight and water.Sepia by ~sedna713
We wandered across the volcanic beach, unfazed by the molten rainbow in a sepia sky. The beachy girl strokes the rough ground lovingly, raindrops of scarlet lava splattering on her back. Blisters are a
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