What I remember
are images
The words are gone
and live a life of their own
They never call me nor write
but the images
are still with me
and sometimes
I do wish
they would pay rent
EL SEBBO
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What I remember
Posted by sdoubinsky on 7 April 2008
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Mirror, mirror
Posted by sdoubinsky on 8 March 2008
Eros is sore
EL SEBBO
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Delicate
Posted by sdoubinsky on 5 March 2008
Delicate
isn’t my name
and yet I am moved
by the imbecile
gently led by his father
down the street
while screaming songs
at the top of his head
I am moved
by a white cloud
standing still
over the city
like a gentle threat
I am moved
by your breath
gently lifting the sheets
deep in the night
when I can’t sleep
Yes delicate things
move me deeply
and confirm
the rage hidden
at the core of my words
The rage of impotence,
hope and rebellion
- but not despair
Despair, you see,
is too delicate
for me
EL SEBBO
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There’s no place like home
Posted by sdoubinsky on 1 March 2008
but we sure wish there was
EL SEBBO
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cereal killer
Posted by D. James on 27 February 2008
I shot
the box
of Rice Krispies
stabbed the
Fruit Loops
and strangled
with bare hands
the Raisin Bran
Now
there’s nothing left
for tomorrow’s breakfast
(D. James)
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