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xineann discovered 10 days ago- Come, my mad Crazy Jane Come, my mad Crazy Jane and let me brush your long dark hair you with the dying dog in your arms but hold him, hold him til the end and then a little longer because life is what we have and life after life is a promise and life after death is a threat Come, my mad Crazy Jane and tell me of your silent love as you wait with an empty bowl and the dog at your feet and you don't know if the dog is living or dying and you don't know if you are living or dying Come, my mad Crazy Jane and don't let your irreverent lover kick your dog as he chants, "Dog is God spelled backwards" laughing at his own backwards wit (the misanthropic attitude, the existential platitude) You laugh because anything would be funny and everything he says is sacred when you are waiting for a Word Come, my mad Crazy Jane priestess of animal love let me brush your long dark hair as you sob your goodbyes to the warm love of the animal and the cold love of the buffoon Holy was your love of the love made flesh Holy are your tears for love Holy is your long dark hair ~XineAnn
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Woman Under Glass
In the mirror,
I am a woman under glass
like week-old flowers when
we don't change the water
when we leave the roses
roadside
as lifeless as the idea
of love
as the idea
I loved
the water is dank
and love smells bad
In the mirror,
I am a woman under glass
falling petals
love gone to seed
nothing grows in bad water
love gone to need
so faithful is my brother
so loyal are my friends
holy were the words I had
but the water is dank
and love just smells bad
~XineAnn
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Still Life in White
If words are the key
and the door is locked
and you've lost your voice
and never knew the words
and love was the cart
but you never saw the horse
Then stop talking altogether
break it down with force,
never mind the mime uncouth,
shock the world,
stand in the light,
show me naked truth
show me white on white.
~XineAnn
- Come, my mad Crazy Jane Come, my mad Crazy Jane and let me brush your long dark hair you with the dying dog in your arms but hold him, hold him til the end and then a little longer because life is what we have and life after life is a promise and life after death is a threat Come, my mad Crazy Jane and tell me of your silent love as you wait with an empty bowl and the dog at your feet and you don't know if the dog is living or dying and you don't know if you are living or dying Come, my mad Crazy Jane and don't let your irreverent lover kick your dog as he chants, "Dog is God spelled backwards" laughing at his own backwards wit (the misanthropic attitude, the existential platitude) You laugh because anything would be funny and everything he says is sacred when you are waiting for a Word Come, my mad Crazy Jane priestess of animal love let me brush your long dark hair as you sob your goodbyes to the warm love of the animal and the cold love of the buffoon Holy was your love of the love made flesh Holy are your tears for love Holy is your long dark hair ~XineAnn
