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the man across from marilyn has her fathers eyes
(and she wants to make them bleed)
this man with her fathers eyes.
marilyn knows this is a conspiracy-
plotted by her mother to send her to the looney bin.
because marilyn knows their secrets,
and the men are speaking of documents.
marilyn wants to be lovely; in a simple black dress.
but she wears lace in her hair
and paints her face in rainbows.
(she does not know what natural is.)
marilyn hates clowns.
but she likes to play with dolls-
and break their pretty porcelain faces.
she buries them under dead flowers in a flooding tub
and whispers;
sin sin sin.
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her dearest friend is miss alice.
but she is dead.
marilyn writes in red-
dead dead dead.
(she peels down white walls,
like her darling miss alice tore away her skin.)
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marilyn wants to live.
marilyn will die.
Literature
Thoughts from an afterthought
I realize now that it was inevitable
I'd be so easy to forget.
Someone (somewhere) checked a box
marked "permanently absent"
and people, these days,
pay strict attention to detail.
Every piece in its proper place,
every memory specifically erased -
this is the way we solve the puzzle.
Correction: this is the way you solve it,
but, when you're not part of the solution,
then you are the problem.
See, that's where I come in.
I am a magnet.
I am a pane of glass.
I am a diversion.
I come in an easy to unwrap package -
it cleans up nice; no mess, no bother.
All for the low, low cost
of an empty word
or an endearing glance.
Literature
because of the turtle that
you are crazy
, will you marry me?
only because you make me
me
and on-top of
you
wait
notliketha-
fuckit who cares.
you make me smile
so do they.
and her and him
and
them them, them
oh but you still make me smile.
you smell good,
you feel good.
you make me.
me
do silly things.
i recite the alphabet to you.
you give me
more
i tell you stories backwards
and i tell you
we will be tomorrow
but not
i tell you to love her
because you love me.
im not scared
i am not
i may be
i like you
i love you
i don't want to be with you
can you marry me.
tomorrow?
and
tonight.
Literature
Dendrophoroi
white cotton dress
and apricot
sash
bringer of fencebirds,
coaxer of beetles and
hardly more
than a child
in your
emperor
eyes;
rosen blush the
product of
Renoir's
brush
a Ptolemaic stare
to make wary
those never
destined
for portraits
on canvas
or coins
to think that
she is
serenaded
so,
that she has a
nightingale
her
own
to realise,
chastened,
you're a tree
that only
grows
in
Sicily.
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i write about marilyn alot in my journals. shes a personal character i made up. i may post more here. but for now-
meet marilyn.
*also, check out the typewriter art my friend did for the piece. its so very beautiful and really adds to the image i was trying to create. [link]
i write about marilyn alot in my journals. shes a personal character i made up. i may post more here. but for now-
meet marilyn.
*also, check out the typewriter art my friend did for the piece. its so very beautiful and really adds to the image i was trying to create. [link]
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