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| posted by Joshua Field Tuesday, July 22, 2003 link |
Volumes Tracing backward along the spine a monument to connective tissues momentarily aggrandized despots of delinquent departure points scarcely noted in’s and out’s Wound around tightly wing bound to ribcage the line is drifting definition is underpinning plenty dressing in dimpled light Pagination lost in transit dog-eared musculature strains to remember its weight timelines stretched mapped coordinates flattened and framed dimension dropped into pools of lacquered reflection |
| posted by Joshua Field Friday, July 18, 2003 link |
the arrow loosed from
the curl of your lip traveling swift an unsure course, but a course no less suddenly snaps in two fall to the floor felled no prey collapsed under its own weight crimson feathers as guides and talon tip would have ripped right through me pray, how can you miss me? budgeting for the worst, we wait a visible chill, heated breath I can wait. I can wait. shiver grabs me by the nape and shakes (time isnt on my side - time lies on its side) an arrival means departure, the ends never meet momentary and momentous manipulative monogamy maniacal matrimony all the walls of Jericho indeed. -how have you been? I havent talked to you in weeks oh, we’ve had such fun. how have you been, do tell?- -the world has caved in, a real florida style sinkhole- -what can I tell you?- -tell me lies. unsinkable lies.- limestone eroded by underground currents, ebbing through ivory skeletal remains. what remains is a void to be filled in gravity dictates that something can’t remain above nothing my fingers falling on keys - making way; words are nothing. sarah would watch from across the street, her eyes so lightening blue that I could see them from the porch. on the hood of a car, abused would smile coyly, but nothing doing. class dispute and class was out for the summer. abused by the abused. amused. devilish grin spread across her face as grown men beat each other bloody in the front yard. the pain from each punch the sound of skin and bone and little in between. how could a thirteen year old watch such a gruesome display without the slightest flinch unless slighted herself. as we grew older, she would holler as I drive by. -hey boy- -hey boy- she was electricity standing in a puddle of her own tears. what’s left to lie but suit and tie? the farmer and his crop, the banker and his bonds. the bondsman and his bail, and the jailer in his jail. |
| posted by Joshua Field Friday, July 18, 2003 link |
spring loaded lock
cylindrical motion within explicable parameter motion with inexplicable consequence sprung and unloaded time telling tales of tumult click |
| posted by Joshua Field Friday, July 18, 2003 link |
Sweet Bitter Sour -Hanig measured sensitivity at points A-O on the tongue as shown above. However he did not plot sensitivity values at each of these points but created ‘impressionistic’ curves designed to reflect the rate of change from one point to the next. Note that no salt curve was produced as Hanig observed equal sensitivity at all points on the tongue.- the file is full time tested with tastes and truths terrific and terrible hold for a minute and they’ll disappear all derive from the transition, not persistence I am not as far off as you think a blink away from furnaces where words are wrought and follies are forged heated and hammered nothing(no one) is lost in the process nothing(no both) is gained from the effort nothing is missing from the picture clear as a cast iron bell simplified signs persisting smiles and frowns suffice |