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1 day ago"( are we #100days ) please dye my heart anything but red, please find enclosed this new context, each new consequence, how thin the bone, these lies on loan, are we anything but trapped by our own living."- © Bryan McLean May 29, 2012 066:100
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1 day ago"( the poets are plotting #100days )
the poets are plotting
in dark corners, under the earth of
.her desires
, Sketching on the backs of wet maps;
giving flowers
that only bloom smiles to the
meat of
..teeth
with salted looks, they stagger stay to sway.. tendril timing \
their fingers working
at the future {filaments}, of summerlove’s return.#"- © Bryan McLean May 28, 2012 065:100 -
3 days ago"( came here today #100days ) you kiss and kick like we’re in our sleep, tumbling in too thin sheets, and every waking moment, in the day, shows on all the surfaces, how damaged we’ve become."- © Bryan McLean May 27, 2012 064:100
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Notes: 1 / 3 days ago"( miles around #100days) can’t keep her shoes laces tied, as one leg runs longer going up every step of stair, smiles at the wrong time, dresses just don’t fit, yet she’s still the prettiest girl for miles around."- © Bryan McLean May 26, 2012 063:100
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Notes: 2 / 5 days ago"( inside me #100days ) I bring with me.. my uncovered teeth {a grim grimace}, one I’ve been hiding, as I turn face away, tail could turn & run; here on train platforms, feet pass me, as the rain is coming, cooling my mind, these hands are simple and wanting, these dreams are waking up inside, the barbs and wishes, outlined caresses, finding underneath, these monsters within."- © Bryan McLean May 25, 2012 062:100
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6 days ago"( fivepointone #100days ) turning down the day, the volume all too much, the surfaces are scratching, the neon flaring, alarms in greymatter gone red, where the urban waiting teeth are hiding in the fringes."- © Bryan McLean May 24, 2012 061:100
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Notes: 1 / 6 days ago"( sixty #100days ) pixel plating off your enamel of skin, yet eyes lock, as her sweet smile disarms the transit goers, intrepid toes turn the tide, moving off to oneside; sixty seconds in, the wheels jam, the heels brace, and all the day stops moving."- © Bryan McLean May 23, 2012 060:100
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1 week ago"( carried you #100days ) as it’s seeping through, these words find you, late, wondering how your tripping toes got all the way here, out of reach, from people we once were, their glowing eyes, asking us why, each decision, each awkward pause, made us who we are, but never had to walk alone, knowing your feet always carried you."- © Bryan McLean May 22, 2012 059:100
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1 week ago"( alās avis; pieces of my sky #100days ) former sewn and pressing, all the things I am, out of grip, all open palmed, floating to the blurring winds. buy wing or by stars, avis emptor, this purchase of earth is tread worn. navigating through the breaking of man, as the pulse runs dry, the digits twitch free of their mould, against the clawing odds; all won out."- © Bryan McLean May 21, 2012 058:100
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1 week ago"( ashes of us #100days ) ghosts of the firesky pulling at the edges of the cloud cover, as the day has been burning within this skin, feet find the edges of street corners, smiles find the silent tips of eyelids, and the ground is covered by a hundred days of the ashes we’ve become."- © Bryan McLean May 20, 2012 057:100
100 DAYS of POHEMS
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