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Name: Germo
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Metro: Edwardsville Madison County
Birthday: 11/13/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Trees, books, dinosaurs, kung fu, poetry, bacon, mohawks, and samurai movies
Expertise: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner--also insomnia
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
AIM:  germo sold out
Member Since:
4/17/2006
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| Tatter dreams dissolve
in the siren cries and thin light
of winter
mourning through my window
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| Rain settles a perforated sea
over the city.
My eyes watch my shoes paddle a fluid sidewalk.
Lights swim the concrete just ahead
like willow wisps in water,
leading me on.
But who knows
if I'm being led home
or down,
deeper
into gasping night.
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| My ear between your breasts
I listened to the tin echo of your heart
quaver, too fast, too slow,
across the empty miles between us
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| I measure:
sugar in spoons
tea by the cup
like I drink coffee black
bitter by my mother's smile
lips by blood flow swell
color by the skin those lips brush
love?
love I measure
in the leaving
in the hollow echo
pain
pain by the beauty of its cause
lonely in "goodnight"s
I know:
geome- trigonometry
français et Deutsch und 日本語
and books pages washed in words
pain which is the pain of love
beauty by what I break
my hands
memories ghosts
only mystery
mystery by what I don't know
that I can't measure
the silence after sigh
(Note: Xanga murdered the form for this one)
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| The police have shot another young, black man
He will be put in a box and buried
In the cemetery, the communists, anarchists, and activists
will lament out loud
and from the microphone feast on his corpse
to feed the cause
But capitalism, government, and race do not kill people
I hang my head and close my eyes
We are all being buried in that box forever
I want to break something
Someone has died
The rest is silence
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