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one
was
stronger smile to courage
til the world shouldered over
what…

i
one
once
longer dead to rest
til the world shuffled over
say…

the kid
dropped his joy in no cathedral
it was monster like
man and his building stand
bleeding
the near invincible blemish of sun
and mother came
to and fro
calling
beauty is even in the dead fold
of metal
the natural hinge
in and from
any particular
cause plain as envy,
that rock of was is a world ready as be
raise a hand; tilt lightning
and I swear to scott
this happy hearse concert
sweeps love
into the ears,
make the best of it?
casually.
heaving partition?
humanity.
dawn was broke by a wet tooth
and yawn
unchalking this place, I’ve fallen
for an outline
it! awe without plants
it! shaved the oxygen of trust
it! string and balloons in a satchel
can’t you capture its invirility?
all morn this flower full
child sharpens a tear;
little ones drawings
got wretched in the pedals
of name each life with presents
and then her curves dropped.

…boast a downfall of rocks
movements ocean
moving over…

sojourn and of mass
no time in
warming on rocks
insects whole
split
tasting the bigger than man
invisible inhale,
at night scott’s doubting it and
wiping clean his skin graph to nature
now days
he’s got
furs to
purchase.
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Caught Living

Contributed by scott_milton on Tuesday, 13th May 2003 @ 07:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

i
one
was
stronger smile to courage
til the world shouldered over
what…

i
one
once
longer dead to rest
til the world shuffled over
say…

the kid
dropped his joy in no cathedral
it was monster like
man and his building stand
bleeding
the near invincible blemish of sun
and mother came
to and fro
calling
beauty is even in the dead fold
of metal
the natural hinge
in and from
any particular
cause plain as envy,
that rock of was is a world ready as be
raise a hand; tilt lightning
and I swear to scott
this happy hearse concert
sweeps love
into the ears,
make the best of it?
casually.
heaving partition?
humanity.
dawn was broke by a wet tooth
and yawn
unchalking this place, I’ve fallen
for an outline
it! awe without plants
it! shaved the oxygen of trust
it! string and balloons in a satchel
can’t you capture its invirility?
all morn this flower full
child sharpens a tear;
little ones drawings
got wretched in the pedals
of name each life with presents
and then her curves dropped.

…boast a downfall of rocks
movements ocean
moving over…

sojourn and of mass
no time in
warming on rocks
insects whole
split
tasting the bigger than man
invisible inhale,
at night scott’s doubting it and
wiping clean his skin graph to nature
now days
he’s got
furs to
purchase.

Copyright Â© scott_milton ... [ 2003-05-13 07:35:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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