hold me in your crumbling arms
I am nothing
perfumed and placating
slide me through the dust
momentary corner smile on red heart face
then
gone magic me
breathspark particles
release from nowhere
man
his pipe
is damp
non existent pipe
relief into black
psychedelic portals in holographic space suit
wild number 4
silver and naked
imprinted on mass
conference of flesh
marking randomly
X
tattoo of increasingly wilder dreams
I surrender
again
moving shaping
embodying
charred hands relax
crumble and pour
flooding eyes with
terrible ghosts stitches and masks
in my mirror
dead child celebrating temporary
sweet
hidden under skeptical
heart
pretending naivety from cube of thorough console
smiling
crying
heating
switching off light
and leaving
gone magic me
Silver Poetry 
Always a fascinating blend of art and words.
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thanks Charles, I hope you are well! x
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Okay, I am more intrigued… but not in the creepy way that our friend Trent is, no doubt. Also, I applaud the use of ‘damp’ pipe as opposed to a moist one.
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haha I feel as though the damp pipe might have a less pleasing odour than a moist one…which in my upside down world is conceptually justified
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Conceptual justification is the best kind!
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possibly the only kind
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Possibly
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I like Trent kind of creepy
I like Trent, kind of creepy
punctuation….
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ceepytrentcreepytrentcreepytrent
who needs spaces… or capitals… capitols?
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or
I like, ‘Trent kind of creepy’
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Dude… you’re so weird. And I’m not creepy! But I am so glad you have come to behold the majesty of this Poet. Just repeat after me: breathspark particles. Breathspark particles. Seriously, who writes like that??? I want to!
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YOU write like that but with more words, punctuation and cerebral coherency :)))
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Well, sometimes… but you’re the dreamer, I’m the rote prosaic butternut lampooner.
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so beautiful.. I bet even your weird ‘gosh’ would be as intriguing to me
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I love the word ‘particle’. If you fart, you are making farticles. Buttspeak farticles.
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ooooo way to dilute intrigue….
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I dilute. That is how I achieve… what was Trent’s word… prodigious?… output. I could try what you both do, boil down, concentrate… but ask anybody, I am not good at concentration.
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well there’s a wash of lightness
or the richness of a reduced point
both belong together
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So… painting with thick oils or with watercolors…? I have done both on the same work of art.
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Oh. my. gosh.
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Is it your gosh?
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Yes, it hangs at just next to one of the saggier parts of my body.
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Can you be more specific?
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Photo time! It won’t be pretty though.
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I would expect nothing less.
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I want to see
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Careful what you wish for, Poet!
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haha I find weird things beautiful
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Poet, once again I find myself needing your words and inspired by them. I feel like I’m becoming a little supplicant to your magic… your gone magic me. Your holographic space suits. I find it amazing how you weave this stuff and it just… works. That is really some kind of wonderful.
And alas, I apologize for my buddy Art! He’s just weird and gruesome. And I love him. And I love that you know each other know, because you are both so awesome.
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needing my words….
‘Keeper of the sacred gateway, step aside for him now. Strip him of his heavy armour and bathe his heart in warm wondering. Stow him deep in the astral sanctum and feed him from my magical vine…. slowly. When he is satiated, lay him to sleep and let me sip lightly from his dreams.’
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You’re from Xanadu.
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I am actually building a spaceship at the moment, have I told you that?
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Can I book a ride please? I just wrote about spaceships. You’re endlessly inspiring.
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ticket booked, space saved, saving space… mission
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and Art ! no need to apologise. he is a treat.
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really enjoyed this and it’s pretty deep as well.
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