January 2011
I've made out a will
I’ve made out a will; I’m leaving myself to the National Health. I’m sure they can use the jellies and tubes and syrups and glues, the web of nerves and veins, the loaf of brains, and assortment of fillings and stitches and wounds, blood - a gallon exactly of bilberry soup - the chassis or cage or cathedral of bone; but not the heart, they can leave that alone. They can have...
goodpoetry:
she was always thinking of sex. she carried it around with her like something in a paper bag. such energy. she never forgot.
Charles Bukowski
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georgepaterson:
I’d like to get more sleep But my mind just keeps me up. I’d like to be able to write But I can’t seem to find the words.
goodpoetry:
oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much. Frank O’Hara
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Nothing Gold Can Stay
goodpoetry:
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost
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The Girl by City and Colour :)
onlinejournals:
You suddenly miss everybody when you’re drunk and falling apart.
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