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sex and the sunken atlantis
surfacing in paper cups.
breathing like fish
masoleums with 'now open' signs.
(the man who keeps the press moist)
mouth to mouth,
neglige falling to the floor,
tulips for tomorrow
when walruses sell tusks for tuesday.
conversations like wind chimes
making beautiful music.
drowning darwin - and the great hand seeks another evoluntionary step / dead end.
6 minutes to decide to live or die
the serial killer staring contest
with the canvas soul centerfold
treading water and hard line lithium
to sedate the magnificent malevolence
seven finger senses - the other three
set to roman numerals like the hands
of moths selling advertisments
burning under the ultra-violent sun.
writing down fiction for order and policy
(now we call citizens: hostages)
for reactionary physics / push - pull
and the Books are out of date as soon as
the covers are closed.
these white teeth shining death dealing
storming the beaches...
storming the beaches of my normandy
leaving lasting impressions
like a dorothy-whirlwind
taking wichita with it.
give me that clear-cut
instead of these poppy-induced
speak to me and conflicts
erupt over synaptic boundries
like world wars,
amassing their armies
at the front line.
three words burning like
napalm on metropolis canopies
with the beaches of my normandy
reflecting photon emissions
on the solar winds of love.
the brillant blast deafens
the world and yet the silence
is never replaced, just
white noise in the background
humming vacuum-death dirge
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More