~ajm490
Allen Johnson
Under the arial sun
Newest
conceit.You are colonies of experience at sounds you ate. Whisper midnights and the singular way the animals draft theirconceit.
autonomy. Dialogues that presage next scenes, should rainbow a color as a story.
by ~ajm490
strewn.I watched time race across the starry heavens as angels traced its narrow wake. I ceded charge of all the moonbeams as they fell and rendered forth this scene. The errant watched the path of one as he traced his wife's long-lost footsteps. The angels saw the city moving, hoisting skyscrapers alongside vice.strewn.
The tinsel town was running ruin, as everywhere a neighbor stood, and yet no need for conversation, no need of well-intentioned impediments. The world will whisper words like widows every so often when it’s feeling sad. It heaves and crumbles under pressure, beneath the murmurs of walking man. The town will fill with eve
by ~ajm490
dawn on the eaves.Unimpeachable intellectdawn on the eaves.
only levers the
windows your mother closed.
A
well-planned city with a word placed
subversively in the
heart of the sewers or a string of
commonplace text
would fall my eyes and persuade a sun to
set.
we could've rusted this world with hands clasped or faded in photographs
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Barbara and Louise.Barbara and Louise
In August '04, Louise Roberts lost her left breast, and she wasn’t a woman anymore. She was a scar, a new padded bra, a look in the mirror like self loathing, but lower around Estee Lauder rosa rosa lips. Anything less just wasn't good enough.
Four years ago last July, Barbara Renner got the news and never doubted it. She should have died in December, then in May, then in 2008, and she never doubted it, and she never gave up.
Louise Roberts told me to smile and cross my ankles in front of men &n
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