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Free verse № 22940

Mendacity

Member since 2002 · Posted 28 Oct 2002 · 4 comments

Lies surface in the noses of old women, the blistered veins of angered daisies, wheels of infants, infants lovers, the hollowed tubes of signage and colons. Yet they continue to walk about this place in pairs. As if the sky were yellow. As if the mind is safe.

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[n/a] <~> 28-Oct-02/7:34 PM Reply
not kiki freve, by chance?
[n/a] kiki › <~> 30-Oct-02/4:20 PM Reply
no, kikiriki.
[n/a] little_angel_maria 29-Oct-02/2:32 AM Reply
kiki this is really good well done :)
[n/a] UnityMitford 14-Nov-02/7:51 AM Reply
i can't quite place this style. it's somewhere between jim morrison (yuk) and the surrealists (slightly less horrible). so impersonal, though, that's it's hard to connect with. reminds me of snorting ritalin and talking in circles and writing it down. those were the days.