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Safe as Houses I.Safe as Houses by ~spacesuitcatalyst
A room, a couple of walls. All white. No color, really. No photographs. Unadorned. The floors are wooden. Through the window, I can see grey-blue skies, a field. The field is large, big, big tall. Taller than myself. "I could get lost in there", I think. "It's a maze, a hidden place, my own hidden place", I think. "There's a dragon in there somewhere".
In truth, the mystical field was a large patch of Pampas Grass (Look it up in any comprehensive encyclopedia of botany, Cortaderia selloana, average height 4-6ft. Often considered invasive, each plant can produce upwards of 1 million seeds, spreading, populating, taking root, growing in a
The Outside, Series 2, Part IV I.The Outside, Series 2, Part IV by ~spacesuitcatalyst
To unwind through, to watch
cities burn and feel nothing.
To steal a thing or two from the hands of death,
a little quip, a note, all the rest:
a bit of advice from the book that always fades,
my Agrippa, little bits of
haze. Sun-washed skin and smile, or all the ways you
used to while. I know I could have killed you right then and there. Killed you or
fucked you, or cried to you maybe. One of the above, or maybe
none.
Potentially all: a metaphor,
like burning your father's photograph or
tossing an old love letter in the trash
("I'd forgot about that.")
You will never, ever have me. And that's half the fun,
part of the
bea
an innocuous hello unwinds you An innocuous hello unwinds you.an innocuous hello unwinds you by ~spacesuitcatalyst
(later trying, half-heartedly, to make a deadpan joke)
Hold your composure, just one second.
You worry that 1000 faces all know what you've been up to.
Can't stand the thought of visibility,
lurking underneath rain and some manner of thin made-in-China fabric.
Occasionally glancing upwards, or staring, you notice the rain,
little bits of static, white, all the emptiness of cities.
try to work it out, with
poem after poem after poem after poem.
the thought of
murdering yourself
in dream after dream after dream after dream.
could I be
a man, erased?
displayed, faceless, in halftone ink?
The little
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Great work, love the painted-brick-wall look of the background. And typography's lookin great as usual... as far as I know anyways :]
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