i am here to talk to myself, you can listen if you want. and a picture a day keeps the demons away

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Saturday, May 1, 2010

i'm not home

i am here. but not home. you will have to wait for art.
but we can have the first poem:

steampunk astronaut
and werewolf girl
battle in a silent movie
with flashing colors and scenes
in a ragged fiction book
full of words and water stains
they rid the universe of evil
ridding on the back of a magic unicorn
they hid in the cupboards of my mind
playing closet keepers
amputated barbie dolls lying on the floor

oh no, someone come and save me
fuzzy picture TV screen
old time movie play back machine

hey there celestial bitch
fly through starts
earth bound astronaut
black eyes and broken bones
the back ways of twisted cities
pretty pink fires burn in suns
and white holes
pin point flashlights
atmosphere warrior
rainbows rapped around your wrists
don't let the sky police chain you down
can't go in without a fight
flying fists and steel-toes shoes
leave marks on your alien skin

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