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Knives Out 3

I like the Knives Out 3 cast so far, but it needs Alfred Molina.

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Tired Hearts, another locally published poem I wrote

Broken hearts, coffee-numbed and busy, 

Flow in and out of the pounding city.

Red-hot cars blaze down the road before splitting away,

Cascading through tree-trimmed lanes like blood in the veins. 

Harsh words are shouted as horns blare-- they have somewhere

Else to be, as the drivers are somewhere

Else, inside themselves, where sick hearts stop beating

Or children fail tests with big red X’s,

Or the water company shuts off their last chance

To scrub their bodies clean

Of the bosses’ venomous words,

As the city’s heat pulses, traffic oozes into hot sticky globs 

Of exhaustion.

But the heart is not a machine to be rebooted,  nor is it glass to be broken. 

It is a cracked collection of words and faces,

Sweat-beaded dreams and dust-coated places.

Though its delicate pieces shift day by day, 

It resumes its awkward place as fire and rain, 

Teacher and student, 

Healer and sickness-- 

Doing its slow, shivering business

Far from soft cool kisses of sea,

Too close to sharp-fanged flames.

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The Baby Bunny— a poem I had published in a local journal

Small and round beneath the whispering trees,

 She is veiled by tall jade blades of grass, chewing

 The sun-warmed freshness between sharp little teeth,

 As her soft brown ears flicker in the morning light

 And beady eyes dart from hill to hill, where

 Mama sits with a gentle, watchful gaze;

 Knowing her baby is fed and safe

 From the hungriest of nature’s children.

 The baby hops over, wiggling her tiny nose,

 While Mama licks her from ears to toes,

 Her big warm body keeping Baby close,

 As she snuggles deep into her furry side,

 Closing her eyes to another cozy night. 

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I fear this is closest we’ll ever get to seeing Alfred Molina as Gomez Addams

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Check out my profile on Wattpad, I'm Svengoolie Newmar https://www.wattpad.com/SvengoolieNewmar1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_profile Twitter-- @WomanDust Pain does not build cages so you can admire how you look in the light between the bars. Yesterday has tomorrow's eyes. dreams hiding in the cracks of her voice It is not the sudden sleep that steals us, but the slow awakening. I want to be a thousand nothings. Somehow, you pu...

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Lines your eyes like Cleopatra, so they know what they’re after.

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Line your eyes like Cleopatra, so they know what they're after.

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Theory of Being

The theorem binds itself to the world. To the gentle flame of opals and airy bits of blackened bone. To eyes like flies trapped in amber and lips quivering like an egg about to hatch. To the sharp chill of memory and dreams that burn in the blood of every helpless man.

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Check out my profile on Wattpad, I'm Svengoolie Newmar https://www.wattpad.com/SvengoolieNewmar1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_profile Also known as WOMANDUST. Pain does not build cages so you can admire how you look in the light between the bars. It is not the sudden sleep that steals us, but the slow awakening. I want to be a thousand nothings. Somehow, you pull a sword from every stone they throw at you. You don't know you'r...

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She shoved the platter across the table.

"I had a boil lanced, but it wouldn't drain. Cupcake, anyone?"

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"Brother, I forbid you from treating the mortals so!"

"Why not have them live forever?" Fate chuckled, "Think of all the lovely little adventures they could have!"

Death wrinkled her nose.

"Your next adventure should be in a dentist's chair."

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"You can't hurt me," Grandpa shouted, "I have Jesus and Viagra!"

Mom chuckled into her hand.

"That's bold coming from someone who thought uterus was a country."

"It's not?"

"Not yet. Sit down and have a biscuit, Dad."

Grandpa obeyed.

"Tastes like ashes!"

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"He dresses too white, like a Hitler Youth tampon."

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The horse sank one hoof into the other- an Irish stepdance of intimidation.

"I've never seen her do that. Have you?"

"Sure. I trained her. I'm Fallopian of the world!"

"Don't you mean champion?"

"Just a Freudian...ay, that girl's not wearin' a slip!"

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Civilization is not crushed between coarse tangles of philosophy. It is not wielding holy ghosts in the desert's scorching cosmos, its claws forming jagged temples of air. It glistens in the core of your conscience, begging to feel the smile on someone else's face.

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bright hollow of silver

the cold hissing of blades

halve every heartbeat

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His favorite escapade was to stand on the narrow bone-white porch and watch the world ripple open. Claws of flame unfurled around stone, around the spaces that couldn't close. His face quivered like a lake. He looked away, encrusted by the dry blood of a false world.