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It doesn’t matter if you are here

we talk anyway and sometimes

just sometimes I hear you wrong


No different than if you were

right in front of me or if you

live or went beyond beyond

it just becomes even more

personal and intimate


The long one goes on for years

it comes out of different mouths

strangers lovers and madmen

struggling to make sense

of something without


I can hear those guttural low notes

as if they were yesterday the fights

the flailing people forgetting their

humanity or I add emotion to

the silliest things


A respirator

A IV drip

A casual comment


And it doesn't matter

in the longest the fear

is gone gone


We said hello on a Fall night

when on the edge of the porch

light I heard footsteps and stepped

deeper into the conversation seeing

leaves plummeting from the big tree

saying this and your memories of green

everything that flashes red and yellow

syntax for your words and we get

it right most of the time.

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I love the repitition ("gone gone") and the enjambment in the last verse (porch/light).


... and we get/it right most of the times.


Not a bad place to be, Juris.



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A most human piece: a conversation of personal thoughts. The mind never ceases ticking over as it commingles information,routine tasks and adds meaning to emotional thought processes dominant at the same time. Enjoyed. G.

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agreed with benjamin.


shouldn't it be "An IV drop."?


"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."


"I don't believe you."


"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker


"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough


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Thanks AC... I went back and forth on that Intravenous in this case is the modifier, so I stuck with A... And I haven't heard of an IV drop rather Drip is the continuous flow of drops, so I suppose it would work... ;-)


Many Thanks!



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