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[fata morgana]

Classixs
Think pink
Think before you
Think before the needle sinks
Take care
Before you throw
yourself to the err
Take your time
Don’t burn rubber
It’s never too Late-xxx

[likeaghost]

late? never i need
a date to proceed
so confused i used
unusually strong
reasons like prong
pressings of vinyl
dressings before
be tore twice as nice
needing no heding
or headging; just pleadging
alligence against the norm
now storm so squarm.

[likeaghost]

temptation

think obscene outside ordinary heat
whenever wasted we seem to meet
might be a frightful dish to wish i do
desire to retire in your arms, tis true.

[fata morgana]

What I’m Thinking Right Now
I have
15 minutes
to write this
’cause in the next
15 I’ll be
famous
crossing the line
riddled with bullets
drowning the red carpet
with rolling ripe
golden hair
drawing me, drawing you

Late elegy for Dec. 6th.

[likeaghost]

said so dead i’ll be.
wasted my time, catastrope.
ain’t got reason,
still liked season.
So many moments
might have been
but being so passive
keeps me sad.

[crazycloud]

in portugal they have
marrionettes that
hang from rafters
and at night they
sneak away and drink wine
and make tiny boats
out of discarded
newspapers

[fata morgana]

Upset, regret
Off course
deepest
recent
tangible
paid for
by
pay, pay, pay
far right
of way

[fata morgana]

What’s More Than This?

Oldest tree trunk
bunked with squirrels
and a skunk
rippled and carved by water
granular ants retrieve
bark
dog pee
stinks
bird poo
shrinks
poor old tree
boo-hoo
tree lives to
a hundred
and two
for this?

[likeaghost]

this than more

troubles doubles downtown, alone
against the wall, stagered still
tall timid and wild.

child calling while others balling
back to the top
over now, stop.

[likeaghost]

just you, just me

so much easy to be, see
yo, i told you so, again
my friend to end without
pout, or reason about
anything that comes to bring
before i store away my play.

[likeaghost]

valutimes

daze seem craze
easy ain’t maze
corn candy porn
pardon please
perfect passion

[Rich]

Drown Down
Gasp UP
Fall Through
Die Happy

[likeaghost]

end hit send

troubled times hanging rhymns
rythmn rising undersizing seems
so sudden sacred sad and short.

retort, probably but at what cost?
fourteen dollars a second, i reckon.
better be joking, must be smoking
so much more than before, better?

best, you always guest, gosh golly
where’s that track miss molly
might now what time’s the next show?

soon, might even be noon, if you’re up
till one, it’ll still be fun, forgetting
while letting go, every which way
but low and behold truth tells gold.

[fata morgana]

Life sucks
Then you get borne

[Annastefka]

Thanks Fata morgana when I see your name or like a ghost I usually come here to see what is up. This whole page has been a fun read but really I must again draw attention to Crazy Cloud.

He wrote:
in portugal they have
marrionettes that
hang from rafters
and at night they
sneak away and drink wine
and make tiny boats
out of discarded
newspapers

That is beautiful, and strikes a chord with me as I was once in Spain drinking lots of wine and making comments about the marrionettes and garlic that was hanging from the rafters and walls of the bar I was in. Later the next morning after drinking and driving and drinking some more (this is against the law and not a cool thing to do) I ended up in Portugal sleeping on some newspapers.

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