Day: July 21, 2019

Never end a word with a letter.

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Never finish a sentence without  ending it all
Never write too clearly; post structuralism gapes.
Never begin a sentence without a word
Never end  one with but.
Never free associate in writing  nor in speech
Never take  a horse to  bed.
Never mention Adam Phillips unless in  the LRB
Never be  over-cautious.
Never end a word with a letter.
Never give your name to the papers
Never menstruate during working hours
Never fall in love with a duck.
Never pass water.Have a drink.
Take a random sample of  your dreams to  the OUP
Never cut your own hair while typing
Never believe anything you read.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Until the birds fly higher in their song

I am engaged, the crystal is my eye
An amethyst, a diamond ,how they ring
The  ceremony happens when   I die

The sunlight is refracted till I’m blind
Until the birds fly higher in their song
I am engaged, the crystal stings  my eye

What god is it that stuns me till I cry
That makes me weep  when I would wish to sing
The  ceremony waits until I die

We find there is no answer to a why
But there are problems we must live among
I’m engaged, the crystal hurt my eye

All around the old men walk awry
One kissed my hand  as if he were a king
The  consummation waits until we die

Blow the ram’s horn till the old wall’s flung
To  fiery ground  where angels speak in tongues
I ‘m  engaged,  so crystalline  my eye
I want a  pure gold ring before  I die

He ate my  buttered toast like it was prey

He kissed my hand,I knew what was afoot
He followed me on Facebook every day
I get these butterflies inside my gut

I never fall in love with porn or smut
Or men who ask me out and make me pay
He kissed my hand, I knew what was afoot

We went to Lyons cafe, it was shut
We  fried an egg and ate it in our way
I got those butterflies inside my gut

I could  have made it funny, should I flirt?
He ate my  buttered toast like it was prey
He kissed my hand, I knew what was afoot

I did not lead him on, for it might hurt
He had to be the one who led the way
I got no butterflies inside my gut

 

He kissed my hand and asked me to a Play
He wrote it all himself, my fiance!
He kissed my hand,I knew what was afoot
I tell a lie, I never said I would