~TheGlome
Asad Syed
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night before dawnoh, the night, her closing mouth and starving stars the clouds lit like street-light-fires the earth, old, eaten, coldnight before dawn
i am here to wish you away, away, you holding thing break your enveloping fingers and throw broken bones to growing sun in sky.
for in me is becoming something and it is the thing your shadows could never eat.
i feel the glowing dawn throw down his arms in waves of light the air, broken and still, the sparrows perched in waiting
this hush holds the ground as light sweeps the dirt clean
by ~TheGlome
the you wordmy art stops at your skin my words end where your voice begins all my endless ways of telling the things that are true lose line and definition when the best word to say you is Youthe you word
so when bereft of inspiration or longing for a song to sing i remember that to express is death for in you lives everything
by ~TheGlome
touchA smile is burned onto my lips when I see her little limbs, the thin hair on her skin, her hands making me warm againtouch
look at how I do not move away from you when you are close: there is something in this, the way our limbs brush and feel they are one and i press back, feeling, believing that even a thousand blossoms could not show the thing waiting to grow inside of my soul
by ~TheGlome
for my catobstinate thing your hair breaks into royal lines across the bones of your swelling chest. your squares of sunlight show throne-marks in tufts of fur deemed unworthy by your teeth.for my cat
you watch the window with a wary mind, tail turned to the spaces before every feather's flight. i find a touch of tension in your shoulders' kingly bend let me go, father, you motion with a twist, your pink mouth-opening bared in protest
you find your paws upon the warm glass claws out but you are still inside, and the sparrow finds herself safe from your watchful scou
by ~TheGlome
love kicks ass
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- Current Residence: Boulder, Colorado
- Interests: Insects. Philosophy. The color violet.
- Favourite genre of music: Swans. Neurosis. Angels Of Light. Radiohead.
- Tools of the Trade: Finger paints and an old toothbrush.
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/glome
- Email: glomey@gmail.com
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