I have to be honest – this is the second edition of my writing about the word ‘edition’. The reason being that I just found this website, tried it out, then signed up. I didn’t realize it was only one word per day; now I know. Edition. Edit ion. Can you edit an ion?
unicycle bubblist weather squinks oranges and fruit loops into the toucan zenith simply on my whimsical whim
things could be different.
but i sit
things could be the same.
my mouth is a cannon,
the bombs rolling off my tongue.
trepidacious dew forms mucousy strings
in beads that cross your mouth
nearly fall– tremulous– tenacious at your chin.
in chagrin, my swollen eyes divert from yours, they
grope the space between my palms
and your neck and cheek, which i crave to cup
in desperate placation.
Yours are too high for me love
I thought we connected
But man, was I wrong
Your standards make me feel
Your standards pick at my soul
They slowly kill me
I cannot live up to them
So leave me now
Your standards are too high for
Even the highest mountains
I suggest you lower them.
The kite flew far above their heads as they walked hand in hand through the field. This was the last time they were to be together, for she was flying away from him, like the kite.
They were standing on a boat, going from Venice to Lido, and caught in a filigree of shadows, moving behind the setting sun, the silhouette of her two legs emerged beneath the sheer, diaphanous fabric of her cotton dress.
crossed my heart hoped to die.
crossed the path where i met you.
crossed my mind as i sat in the dark.
crossed out the thought that we could be.
Adam Smith wrote the book. A free market economy is more beneficial to society. Joseph Smith founded the American religion. Those golden plates have got to be worth something. Can you imagine them on Antique Roadshow? The Smiths should have gotten wealthy from their royalty checks but Sire probably fucked them over and heaven knows [...]
Everybody says that I have nice lashes. But whenever I wear mascara, they remind me of spider legs and it kind grosses me out. My lashes are so long you can see them in my shadow…
They were chained to each other ~ not with links of steel, but with their hearts, and with their souls.
I feel chained to the wall, barely holding on to the rock as the sea monster approaches.
It’s Andromeda and Perseus all over again, barely holding on.
are we going to die together?
am I going to die alone?
let’s hold our lives together
chained to this stone.
At the end of the tether, stake in the ground, the vicious dog unveiled its fangs and snapped and growled and whined; then darted in the opposite direction, fast as black lightning until again, just short of the fence line, his neck snapped back, mouth filled with puss and his blood-shot eyes began to shake.
Many items filled the shopping cart; things she hadn’t even placed on the list; “impulse buys” they were called, things at eye level, things in colorful packaging, things that seemed to jump like wild salmon into her cart as she pushed it upstream, heavy now (with Salmon? Fresh she hoped–cats following her as she neared [...]
regardless of the way
you look at me
I will keep going
until I reach the end
of this empty space
It’s the ins and out of every little girls nature.
Sometimes it’s a satire and sometimes it’s not fake.
Oh well. Sometimes we’re just pleased at a false reality.
i played the bongos in congos with my friend, jimmy mongo.