Caligula's Launderette

I didn't take it that way... it is a bitter poem... well thanks hon CL

I just have to stop and revel in this as a gamer....ooooooo.....ahhhhh....ooooo...exploding things....fire makes me happy.... wow, Griff you put a lot of work into this, I definetly don't have ...

thanks guys... no yeah...bitterbitter me, Midnight Jojo, what it means...well to start with it's about a person who is in love with another, who is blowing them off...or something like ...

9.5 cause I'm biast and it's Arvy and it sounds cool. teeheehee... CL

7/10 I like them all...but they aren't really thrilling enough for me to give you more... Though I do really like the monkey one. cheers hon CL

he has us all colour-coded in yellow-metal-ring binders filed under last name and cashspending hobby he catalogues his apolstery by pattern first, then hue and the chuck of metal thrashing ...

foliage - where are you? hidden beneath the concrete tremor only cement cracks show a shade of green in the darkened soot air a young boy with stoney limbs stares ...

Indigo Children I arousal Indigo Children of Tarturus painted dark with holy inscriptions what has left your healing tears pooling at your feet? is it the violent sun bursting into ...

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-force be with you Padawan- the one armed Yoda hangs from the table chained to my keys his eyes closed (shut tight) in thought his head twists side to side ...

clockwork I wish I could see the inner workings of your mind you claim to have misplaced me behind gears and screws that pop off at the ends, loudly- that ...

thank you, I wrote it after watching the movie Sylvia. CL

There is a dark skinned cowboy who runs the mexican ridges of the Tiajuana river valley his pointed boot spurs glinting in the sun his hat tipped just so and ...

this if for you Brad (Incandescance), after reading someone's critique on one of your recent poems, I was inspired to write this for all the poetry of your people don't ...

Solid granite presses against my back as I look up to the sky back and forth my hand moves unable to follow the journey of simple space dust follow me ...