Speak to me

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202831652011-10-11T17:41:24.760-04:00Speak to meClifford Duffyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05408377959125651878noreply@blogger.comBlogger721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20283165.post-31911989826220717412008-11-14T04:19:00.000-05:002008-11-14T04:20:07.611-05:00this

this series looks complete as night is d ay

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date one is twothe rewardflagship of her eyesover the looking atdont pretend when you cant't even seeto feel what is air and notwhat is there or seeping stillits evacuation by the tent

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.here am Iher e .he r e .lave d .

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whenI cried Mama to your lipsI criedmy body's been lost so long

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on the half-hour death comeshour glass of my body ruin of fragment(drums) how lover (of) teeth are deadno longer with and withoutno longernon'always no to me

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thesenderpleadsrigging in the high landthe boat swainrocksover chew and faila pailto make light sandsbetween the elbow and the eye of her heartmy seemingwhat spell was thiscast the first stoneby the hedge the serious watersof stonegrasping the grange

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arrives

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providin youre a good boywe might let you loveeven

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provides a direction for meis that hard to graspI said without you I m not motivatedI get nothing doneandso it has beennothingwasteyears&I have no illusions about this sufferingits justificationis absentnonetofoundas its body time ferdead timeMaMaI was a mantill you stole that from mealmost forced me to becomesomething not worth namingrepeatingas the explainersready to rushinwith their always

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teris the end of something a form ofgenius transoming its nameagainst bitter wintersof the bodyits pain of its pain thatcannot be spokenas what's there to sayabout some bodyawkwardlyskewed on the bedits back misplaced dead numbovoida grifter is not nay a drifter in your rulepunished as I am bythese womenwhose sorrow's unkemptto punish me all their liveshurtharm blamehinder the heart of onewhose

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left .leftbreathbare.

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the time you calledto tell me you were dead.I knew you'd go back drinking no matter how sober you'd beomeon a given dayI knew you were dyingdoomed like a dome with out a placeto capits Rome and deathwas your statuesque name.I repeat myselfalways&nowI am crippled like a spentonewho's killed his knight.Repeat myselves ..

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.insideherfacewalks before mesidewhat is?nomarkis this.scarletasthecall.her.

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somewas it goodgoodas thecloudrareditsfightnot toppingtherueofit.smile beleaguered girlinternalthe conversation.

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.in the coffeesheavensmokingtaste inside her mouthsdare.what codof fishpieceofrest.

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exit the aloofbeforeover plazacannot sayits.mouth for absentincapacity if its cityincabable to word its bodyfor to see before eyes before the eyes of me.

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was it the taste of her deathor her mothershe looks at methose eyes.dates to eat.figs toweep.

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is it my faultthat you could imagine you lovein the in all the bed of our nightover the span of its timesobriety youthtwenty years desiring hopeOh my e .Shall see the nightspanking the guardof its painI cannot my bodydownsized by a heartyourcannot speakits the ear hurting down your veinsof godits scramble switch god.can I sayit's your fault?.a fault mendinga hauty regard over going and

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I will not say you are Irish my love but that you have crossed the hiddenthings of what puffs off on lips awayits calender debut a negative span to child bear the hours of its pleasing the way it captured its seeking over the can of filters that was out choice the relieving hour and the sea spent captainover the win of its chop chop chapel my guarded flag cWill you not say silver Irishcurling

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all I can dois imagineyou and heryou and herme thenknees in the doorway the windowmy lovemy lovewhat words somersault the edges of timecpaturing this gazeof yoursto my greedselfishwantinghauntinghanteredby youforYou.

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now the coffee tastesbetter with your smilelike an old bookan old poemwhen hope and daisies went my pathstony along the trues of nightokay I was okay like youyour smile all around these songsyour heart booked for the lovereading from me over the text of your eyesbefore seeing was blinded.seeing blindedwas the saw sky.

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thread.twopast.some one was reading the glasses frown eye lash current wake in hinder breath excuse me?was that in your nape the colour of ?as there to it was it place napkin holderto right crossed forks knifejack of knaveI beg your pardon?here in this feather,.

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what could happenmakes like thisfalling verbaway from mouthit was hishers.thisburninginmysexaccused meofd e a t hnot sothe body's betrayal

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retreatadvancesomeone's body is burningacross the wayshe eyes him a thousand milesthru the view findernight in gold and cape offray ed beliefwhat cost is spellby thishoary heartOh night of deathspeak breast.hears the shot.no wordto hearmywordthe dormant intent.

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was this was that vulgate for the kneesmourn with its keenhawk splaying its round circletide in the tearing of its vowel pressed facebetween voice in the vulgate by the breaking over the quiltwhisper close to face hidden plucked in the earhalf-covered face to the eyelettings its smile paradeorate at the curtainparting its eyesonce fretted openwinking backward its no winwinsome

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of this this is nowhere over the feet and the hind legs the part whichtakes in the sun forsworn its fickle mount in theof this nowhere there is over the feast its high minded name overthe smile which rocks backspooky latin calls to the me figure form in the sheets is it of her latin death calibrating its spent to the one who is I whenthe talk is lorn with its friendjubilant festival

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of this and ovensthe sickone.deserting ever.not a sign his leftingor wentit ofOhnoNo .

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52 is closermovingsee itover the remouthcallreach me.in the movinghear ?bodytalktalks.near the narrow periscope.shape

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is that?notmute.overescapedon't make it easyohmake it hardpose harderthan isfor the boards banglouderin the circuslips of her fair

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construct coffeelined hands over the astrologybetween bare boardswhat speech

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she yelled into the haloexpecting her megaphone back.Oh that hand gripped abound the wrist was sore assome please to cut landscapeacross the fording eyeschoir of chase and which mouth hoverits forearm feelinghow shall my?next her mingling in the gardendirt her hot hardysum of the goodroarcall

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cape round kneesas she singsher .not this near Iwhat .i cant.now the paingrow.a rag cut.the punishercome.dodging mygiftsterrifyingmy audiencedepriving myloverspushing friends.so thathes punisheda 'bad' sentenceof psychosisonly alcoholcaught for abitthena time change d.

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what?speak?how come?? why?? why not deaf? inside the hell ofhis head?spoke speak to him .don't you have a body?.

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i feel terriblei feel badi badi feel worseworse badbody painworselonelyeverloneleeword spellerdeadspeakcant hearwithbacktalk

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speak t oyes dospeakspeakno, don't stop .sp e a k .

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i deni den ti fy withdeadidentify with the deadCharon crossingcalculate the sandwhy not serve teahiredlabour and helpthis piece of pieof headheadingforedoomedpunishmentmchinewithdogssnapveil of hover

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shit and heartbody breakin'downpiecescominout.love'skilledkilleryearalonelonethe nosegoestheeeyestheorificesspasmodicallyrelease.earblocked.a prisonerindebtedpays.love's thekiller.the plotof thisstory is trying to killyou.she comesto haunt&hurt.i wont blamethe shefor beingadogwants to hurther masterknowingmy body'sapartfallingbut parry for deathprayfor terminus breath .she wantedto destroy me,

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of,what you are madegold&ice.

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listen cant you hear i am dyingwithout a present a resent turns the in out the offing ofbody without rest repose is narrow far and impossiblei am punished bydying pursued sued by lexix talionisspellin is that nervousfingers exhaustedgod does not lovedoesnotlovemenordoeswoman..i am the 'bad' childremoved toawayfosteredby the handsindifferenceof strangers.my legacy?theemptinessof.it doesnot

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Did you see a beautiful woman tonight?No, only you _.

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there ineyescoophandaroundsexthe hot mouth.what imaginedsum mer ofnightsand thighs.cannot cursethissdoveor body yearningO friendO loverMy singermy baby .cute Fantasmand theguiltmachinesshellsuffer

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can this be deaththere's notmuch left of this body'this body of death'criescriesoutthesparepartsofitsloss.

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when i went to Indiai saw these demons.is she one of them?how do I know shes not?she 's poisoning me andfeeling badon the other hand,a powerless power trip.passing her sicknessonto meJung speaks ofa case like thisin one of histexts.emotion as virus.the schizophrenicas virusspreader.infects then destroys.cutehow the little sick one comesin the innocent stanceto destroy kill.where is the

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less nightshe entered the room ofsleeping with a n.a knife to cut hear to heart to heartout .she punishes me .becomings aliveare not this tagof salesmanship.ive no limeto best the resistanceand result of weak fellowsweakness preying against the strengthbut finallylaughing it 'off'he came to my bodywheezinghe stooda darkling lordof commandsto shoutthis is itown it.she reached into myinnards.body

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look at these eyeswithout lovetactof skinby skingod punishes me.hes a bastard.true isn't it?was a bastarddeath?legal birthfather againstson.she shoots to scoreto hurtme .this i ought knowbutonce morethe naiveoneiskiled.laugh you devils .O love, where are ye?my breathi am deathwithout thee .

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at her house, we loved daybodies mouths hooked cinquefoilof lip inside lipthis barrel of bodyone beast breastmy sex, what sex?she has, taken, it.i gave it.my sex is her sex.her hair .was white.in the tumblers.our hour.rose.infinitepower.of its hurt.not hemmed.in shehe.i was her .homosexual.she was my homosexual.was it Rose the gladso finds the punctuationof our skin.wld. it die? this way.not near

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oh and then there is lifedeath and a pile of other thingssuch as my dying inthe instant of its departandarrival.

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woander in this bodya fiction of reprieves and glanceShe wonderhe wonder.is that the thing??what then this abandonment?Abaddon. I cannot speak anymore.deaf tonguemute ear.dead sexwornbody.her lamp is a shadeI mseeking.Imdeadfromnot.yes eyes outscald.shes no ideahow much I suffer.penalpenaltypunish-edme.

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yer body escapes me.hungry, your tits,mouth for me.goneasusuallovers go brokedebtor's prisonwaits foreach one of us.my head banded by steelthis isthe pric e.it wont be longwont be longwontlongill be deadin the middle yearswhat a reliefand .for someone whosays life line says long.middle is what'll be.tillthe train stops.no mercy, my children.shouted the general.what bloody murdererdid this

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who stole the cookie fromthe cookie jar.?in those days lonely24 hrs.so, so could've killedmyself.self.maybe i did.bee n dead? for 20 years?wasthis the body questionmurdered myself back then?was it ? was it ?was it you?O, if it was.O god if it w a s .now andat hourof our deat h .

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know?debt?noisedebtno mad.all for learning.the erudite.i knew.was frauded.not so to see it negate.else.the only out is. there the . pistol.as opposed to'the pistilstamen ofgrace'savmei beg mouthaught upin the act . for sure you'll be persecuted . not as evil bad. as the poor people under bombs . chop chop cant imagine.

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beside each shut inthe moors and the laughing lipsin my.head to over. move its. shake shape.not so the slip of words over harm's way.some stay. come go. a refuse to meet.as. the bloody knight went home. shefound her love. his body.cut to.why cant I speak?what is wrong with me him?that laughs in my facepretending sophis? ticate?when not . but a spelled. bee.who cower. not a verb. tounsign. the

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th'vemurder'dme.nowomanl'ovesmefirst 'i love you'second ' you're dead'.knot for the alcoholhow likeschizoJulietheothersindivide you allhow like herthemi'd been and was amIf not .

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----------------roads that walkcontiguous roomskashmir the road beside each othereach body a.no my love, are you my love?which hotel is this?this plain day when workingheart jerks awake a hammering headmy body was a lance before you metme was I alive ? she's aliveyour hands are a garden,i know . you 'll kill me.selfish as the. oh this is kind, leaveme. mixed to breath. I saw your heart. turned

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i't's ti m ebeda hearthdeathnot the bassoonand bisonof regret.ogles around eyes.not afistfulof churches.the shapeof hermy mouth.the shapeof hertaste.

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ahahreconreconnoiterreconditehairof eyesmilelaterloiterthe garter.Oha little smile on the lipshappy to desire.quillleewardrectrixbodycullaroundamouth.

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n'owi knowknow what?no one lovesyoui beg your pardon?pardonpardonin the depth of a saddle was a waistbetween the golden rests of herlegscentre ofnowsheknowswhat belongs therewholongs thereher there longslongwas yearning longyearningas a reallovernotknotareelfor whatgood?between the span oflegssssher eyesintomedrillingoilofoilofand.

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murmur shakingsomething about choiceswhen young .heard this death wishbeforethat death sentencecondemning meas when a kidtolda jobrdiediestreeetstreet die .you made choices.No.Know.No one made choice .No one made choice.NotHowitworks.evasion lin e.dodge of thehookerandconnknotlove .

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r uhappy to ha ve donethis?what happens to them then?split your thigh s.in the curse that'll haunt them their live s.U really think you can do this&generations wont be hauntedby themother's sin to harm .another .lovewho lovedloved.innocent.you mupa y .not oncedid you cometowhen you wereneeded .cant help .hurt s .

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key s .loc k.I turned to .why?why?bursting .murder'd me.too k my gramma r .made my money .calld it lovemakes me want to puke .i hope your guts fall out.si.ifas if i dont know .bastard .bitch .a fine murderess .a curse has come to haunt mea curse has to come to haunt m e.explode my body 'll explodea cursea curse has come to haunt me.you called it love . you ___ .i warned

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ex ohate doctorsteachers .look .who 'rules the roost'grammar of bodiessyntax of fles h .lie.s promis .e.syntax of lang.what?memrrreee . something mi s..s.tell you.here . my mouth.look .what becam'e .of her.power cricircles of murder .says love.not care.on the name of lov .e.

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why have you left mewhy ha ve youleftme'all alone'i am not intelligen tit hurt she re .a lon e .why did you leave mealoneto barely speakanylonger lip du m b.to punis h.lone .itin hereithurts s.

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.volition .spare tire .lef t.a ra gr2in a contain er.what it was .abanba d .ba nish .the thought .perishthe very idea .the very .me because of her .punishe d .&the other childre n .m e .l eft .wi d ow .veil .

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want me dead.not noticenot ceeseesea.where drownsthe ba.hey wan t m e d ead .i hear d .haunt menowrevenge .p u ni s h .why?

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more to come worse has yet.breathpass .

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cant remember.so lon g.brain .its what?numb.remember .

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yer nerves _ this obssession __ the weight of nerves, the shockof hate .no, no that is another thing.another thing.this obssession __ a session of motif of love, her body shapely thing a smile to me.why did you say yer thighs were ruined ? they were if they were like ruined forts, or not that, but ruined castles. castles in the mountains I 've climbed to meet your desire. Did thiswork to make me

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IalmostYoualmostkilledmyself.cut s .cut .embyron .w a i t i n g.death will pass too .

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i almost killed myself .it hur t so much .so much.so in this body of .mine which was yours.how could I know?how .aban.she .my .h u r t s it h u r t s .he re .

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i know what they think.a ghost. some think.think. think. speak.it hurts. inside .i mean inside.where does it hurt?Inside.here?here?her.Inside .Now it hurts.more.not less.thinking .it gets better .it doesnt .here?speakspeak

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what was that over?some switch in the head cursed yourself.your body is alone.the body is a tragedy .or a misfortune in y're crippled state..something. take a thing.back then.sober .sober was .

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recollectthebody

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