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Everything I know about love and explosives,
I learned from the movies.
This proclamation of adoration
Comes to you filled with anthrax.
This Valentine will self-destruct.
So I guess I'd better talk fast.
You fell in love with a Unabomber.
And this is my manifesto.
My magnum opus.
My War and Peace.
The one to shake the ages,
The foundations.
This is the poem that will burn Hallmark down.
That will make the world see
That all chocolates are apologies,
And I have nothing to be sorry for.
These nougats are poisoned.
If you're a fast reader,
Then toss this note aside.
Take the Amtrak to New York,
And we'll run train on that city.
Let's tear it up.
Let's burn it down.
Let's laugh maniacally together.
I learned from the movies.
This proclamation of adoration
Comes to you filled with anthrax.
This Valentine will self-destruct.
So I guess I'd better talk fast.
You fell in love with a Unabomber.
And this is my manifesto.
My magnum opus.
My War and Peace.
The one to shake the ages,
The foundations.
This is the poem that will burn Hallmark down.
That will make the world see
That all chocolates are apologies,
And I have nothing to be sorry for.
These nougats are poisoned.
If you're a fast reader,
Then toss this note aside.
Take the Amtrak to New York,
And we'll run train on that city.
Let's tear it up.
Let's burn it down.
Let's laugh maniacally together.
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the flower club
dear preacher,
i've got something to admit
last sunday
i was in the field
i was watching the flowers get dressed
well they're just so pretty naked
petals tucked into their sides
and watching them unfold
i was watching them pull down the sunrise
and put it on themselves
so i'm a sinner for it
cause i watched them bathe, too
stand around together in the shower
a hundred ladies in their beautiful skins
pink small ones
big blue proud ones
letting the droplets collect and residue
on their finery and shamelessly bare leaves
well that's my confession preacher
i watch the flowers strip and tease
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Volpi.
You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see t
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Falling Into Starlight
I am falling. I have been caught by a monster which cannot be seen, but for the path of destruction it carves through the cosmos. It pulls me in, and as I plummet the universe bends and folds back on itself, and for a brief moment I can see everything that is and ever was.
In the twisted relay of light I see the nebula that was my birthing ground. Its radiance surrounds me with heat and color. Bursting clouds and arching forms in writhing wings of gossamer, painted with hydrogen and illuminated from within by the glow of its children.
Mother nebula had formed me, along with my sisters, from parts of herself. Coaxing and coalescing until we
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V-day's not for another month, and already I'm burning over it. This is kind of a continuation in spirit to a piece of mine named Sapper, only with a more Hollywood twist this time. It's inspired somewhat by two favorite movies of mine, Fight Club and V for Vendetta, especially the former's romantic if rather cheesy ending. It's a love-letter of sorts, written from the perspective of some long-winded lunatic with a grudge against capitalism. Enjoy (please and thank you)
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Fabulous twist of politics and romance. Perfect for all Valentines.