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Monday, 01 March 2010 21:16

this on top of that

Written by Stephanie Scott
we extinguished all the lights
for you
and watched you suffer
like the night, full of fear and senselessness.
what will you do,
when we are cruel?
we extinguished all
the lights for you,
and watched you suffer
like the night, full
of fear and senselessness.
what will you do,
when we are cruel?
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Thursday, 25 February 2010 19:00

more

Written by Stephanie Scott
leak springs in the bottom of my raft
the water's flooding, slowly.
if only someone'd surface near me,
thrust up and plug this opening.
as I wilt,
disarmed by lack of provision,
distressed and coated with lesions,
a pink periscope, halting inundation, peeks
blinks
says, 'hi'.
says, 'eat me'.
leak springs in the bottom of my raft
and the water's flooding, slowly.
if only someone'd surface near me,
thrust up and plug this opening.

 

as I wilt,
disarmed by lack of provision,
distressed and coated with lesions,
a pink periscope, halting inundation, peeks

 

blinks

 

says, 'hi'.

 

says, 'eat me'.
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Sunday, 10 January 2010 07:28

spanked by the wind!

Written by Stephanie Scott
the blue, the bloom, the bluster
from that corner where that mustard
slithers
the response, the glow, the altar
where the stranger says, "I want to
know what you know."
the blue, the bloom, the bluster
from that corner where that mustard
slithers

 

the response, the glow, the altar
where the stranger says, "I want to
know what you know."
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Sunday, 03 January 2010 23:46

get well soon

Written by Stephanie Scott
get well soon
you were semblance and sensation,
the dust in the room
sparkling--
all that flesh floating nowhere.
he's the sun on the grass and the holes in the sky,
the hand reaching through
beckoning
with a voice that trumpets, 'come here'.
you are semblance and sensation,
the dust in the room
sparkling--
all that flesh floating nowhere.

 

he's the sun on the grass and the holes in the sky,
the hand reaching through
beckoning
with a voice that trumpets, 'come here'.
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Saturday, 02 January 2010 23:13

un

Written by Stephanie Scott
I fight for unknown glories,
unknown riches,
unknown powers
Every night
when the gloom implodes
silently in gray globes
radiating.
Then I burn the lights
and I prop my eyes
I tell men lies
Until the sun should rise--
until God's gas-sodden wad ignites
and relieves me.
I fight for unknown glories,
unknown riches,
unknown powers
Every night
when the gloom implodes
silently in gray globes
radiating.
Then I burn the lights
and I prop my eyes
I tell men lies
until God's gas-sodden wad ignites
and relieves me.
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Friday, 01 January 2010 01:11

New Year

Written by Stephanie Scott
New Year, Dumb People, by Stephanie S.
My heartpartment is just like a dumpster,
full of post-ecstasy trash.
Here's to the garbage collector!
Three cheers for contagious crotch rash!
My heartpartment is just like a dumpster,
full of post-ecstasy trash.
Here's to the garbage collector.
Three cheers for contagious crotch rash.
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Thursday, 15 October 2009 13:59

Just in!

Written by Stephanie Scott
Steven Burgess, taking his place among others who have chosen the province of unappealing personalities, is a jerk!
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