Armature Poems - Poems about Armature

... She is eighteen and tattoos are the latest rage." I'd like a tattoo please" she asks. I see a young girl in a messy ponytail and wonder if she'll pick something gaudy, then I will have to oblige. ......

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...As mortal veils dissolved, our bodies merged in the ossuary's somber symphonies, two mistress awakened by the velvet-wrapped cadavers, our disinvested hands tracing syllabic patterns across the olive......

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...Stone and steel is my embrace, A petrified dance in the grey expanse. A cold monolithic grace… I am jagged edges… My soul claws at the barren sky. I lie, a silent scream against the fading n......

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... …grinds beneath a sky with blackened stars, Its gears churn slow, relentless, fevered rot. Time dips into a thick ooze, bleeding from rusted teeth, Each second, screams swallowed in an iron maw.......

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...I adored your shape as a bottle of red wine, But, close to spirit, you are the larger words and straight lines, Thus crashing between logic and sense, Whereas you, have been sold your soul to dark......

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...Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor? Ah... methinks legal tender could be a boon to help me bolster mein kampf with necessary material equipage, which prospect to acquire......

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...Forgive my ignorance But I will state some facts I hope you will correct me though Since we met We knew little of one another I even didn’t think I could win your heart due to my joblessness ......

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...My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound left and right for places I don’t understand. One is gold and ornate but t......

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..."The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few, both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement" Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate, suddenly came upon an ivy-......

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...A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. The blackened police the striders in the dark… a crippled plaything, a hymn of the tourniquet and tethers. ...an earth-bound deities song. ......

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...the skelton of the watch a vigil for the passing dead things left unfed wraiths wander on watching wanting waiting guiding the blind in to the light the instruments of time to mark mortality......

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...Burning snow falls quietly on cold rusted wire and brittle bone. An ancient creature looks to the horizon feeling is body built of razor wire and old bones, cold, a delicate tone transmits from ......

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...I mean, long Victorian verses pining for a pure lover who never scratches her own ass. The bronzed paeans to those who died in war or a meaningless cause. Or the inscribed moans of the armature ba......

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...If I ask you to come and get me tomorrow Would you turn down my request to come? If I ask you to come and get me tomorrow Would you lay down your burden and come? Tomorrow might be sorrow, tomorr......

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...How I love, just to create; making things, with wire and other old scraps. Settling on a design, I will make it to sell, but my accounting’s not quite straight. I’ll begin my......

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