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sharkmouth (Lyric) by Bill Z Bub X-ray ladies smile:
show me sharkmouth.
freaked-out metalmouth.
hovering platinum halo guile,
gleaming needle pearling
for candy apple gums,
snow laced with blood,
icewater numb.
"soothing blisters of synthesis
walk on alkaline locks"
the shark never ceases
assault in the crevices
quicksilver trajectory
thumb through directory,
sea king.
no thing.
fuzzed out, bloating,
sucked undertowing,
memory floating.
zig-zagged yellow dominoes
twisted wire poking through
my cheeks making continual O's
with a sharkmouth
spitting:
"soothing blisters of synthesis
walk on alkaline locks"
Uneven to my tonguetip
you separate, pulled by lipbalm
green-knees, shudder-breeze,
handclamp, biblecamp.
Awkward fingers
make away in the shade,
cut open your shoulder
on my silverbarbed
muddlemouth.
Now sewn shut and
under combination.
sea king,
some thing.
a sick confirmation
and this is the body.
Years from now I'll tongue you
like a secret scar.
say it like a rock star
like the acrid welts in my cheeks,
haven't tasted in weeks.
Hiding sharkmouth,
muse on the chewing
of chokecherries,
and feel the red trickle
from the corners
when I keep trying to say:
"soothing blisters of synthesis
walk on alkaline locks"
Up the ladder:
Elegy
Down the ladder:
1967 Ford Carmine Jalopy
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.8333335
Posted: June 5, 2003 10:15 AM PDT; Last modified: June 8, 2003 9:17 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.7620006 Overall Rank: 1784 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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5-Jun-03/10:35 AM
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Gripping, and involved. 10
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Bill Z Bub @ 24.112.224.232
> horus8
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5-Jun-03/10:41 AM
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Thank you oh lord of the sun-wine realm, oh avatar of a new aeon, oh stalker, oh warrior, oh sorcerer.
I like the structure, very inventive
When I was ten years old, or so, I had an extra tooth grow
in behind one of my front teeth. I don't remember exactly how they fixed it, but I had braces for quite a while, and even now I wear a jagged smile. Inside my cheek, there are scars still, from the metal wires that were careless cut, where only I can find them, and taste the stainless steel with the bitter blade of my tongue.
In the end they didn't fix it. They gave you something to cling to. A pain of your own. Something you could come baack to again & again. when I was a girl and my parents would argue I'd lie quiet in my bed and place my hand against the coolness of the wall. It felt like death and salvation all at once.
GIVE US MORE PORN
It was better left unexplained. Fuck them, make them draw their own conclusions. Make them imagine. I, on the other hand, gathered something very similiar too your explanation the first time in the cage.
But thats because you are an god of drunkeness and poetry.
Ok. so, if my catamaran, which sadly, sank,(there's a hunnert mousuits looking for it now) is an ode, then this scU-REAMS LYRICS!!! Hello-o? anybody listening? no? fine. whatever.
great piece. drop the 'splaining. go.
Yeaaah, now if I can just convince Horus8 to record it...
As for the splaining, I'll remove it eventually.
I think you can leave it for a while. Judging by the other you just posted, you're bottling up a bit.
This poeme contains the word 'shark' which is contained in the username 'darkshark' which contains the word 'dark' which is also in the username '-=Dark_Angel=-'. A little suspicious, don't you think?
You've convinced me that I'm you. But I don't believe that "you" exist. Therefore "I" do not exist. There is only darkshark. Darkshark the Devouring Devilgod at the center of the universe. And the Elder Gods play their sickening bagged-pipes...
I had Zebra rubbers on my headgear. I hated braces.
How about I record this?
That'd be awesome.
You are one nasty mother-fucker. Sweet.
Come back to us, god'swife! Come back, come back...
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