Décomposition


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Pick a colour?
It has to be primary
Pick an angle?
It has to be straight
pick a number and then shuffle the paper
Now grab your image to scale our wonderwall of vapours
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Toffee Apple Tulips in a realm made for simple escape artistry
From transparent to apparent the object is to decorate tarnishing
Whilst the earnest mistakes harvest our wits, wisdom n all that derailed
Brick by brick we build our boundaries on this faint book of nails
With droplets of knowledge/memories/truths and more lies than you can inhale
It drifts like dead wood in the breeze that has been set to sail
Once you let someone in, even without protest they burn
The very fabrics of those dreams you protected since birth
Each person knows how many morals they’re willing to urn
Before their world become theirs
hollowed in another’s river of thirst

.. WE have found ours and it taste like success ..

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Upon a crystal lake, a small pocketbook by a man named Cich’e rests
Inside such book lies tales of a pendant with an extraordinary depth
Unlike any before this stone shone from soot, forged with sap and sweat
Hung like a dream catcher attached to a spiders web of natural latex
The Gutta Percha’s previous owner had washed it in her ancestors archaea
Like her grandmother before her, and her grandmother
ahh whoo car’es
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she has a tulip in her hair
It drapes by her neck like a young libertine in bloom; fluent to her very step
Fair skin with a tinge of apricot in her iris, one more shaded then the next
Her shadow whispers in a ministry of music moving to its truest form
Brutish
Coursing a wall of defence, yet the bruises from the war “where never more”
I kiss her shoulder and tell her
You don’t need to fly
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Her embroided silk taffeta whisks like taffy amongst magenta n’ gold
Outlining her hips through italic goose bumps on a virgin valley untold
As poignant as the sun brushing blush strokes from the breast
Of a chipped statuette
To provoke each blemish in elegance, entwined with her linen bodice
I kiss her hand and tell her
You don’t need a looking glass
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Existentially a stencil of the mountains she moulded
The bridges she hurdled and the ornament she is holding
Her figure is solid femininity, a fragile symmetry of substance
Satisfied with the tide on her own elliptic plate she romanced
I kiss her wrist and tell her
We will never need a home
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As the ice begins to crack and melt beneath our feet
i graceful brush back her hair and ask
What is your childhood dream

To be able to float

"Casino"



"4000$" I said pushing the chips with both hands into the table's center
The Stickman asked the remaining players to make their wages and place their bets as I grew inpatient with splendor.
I had on my famous smoking jacket. The beige polyester, with the faded letters...
Champaign sprayed everybody in the table in the face in a display of pleasure.
The cowboy sitting across the table from me, took his hat off and rang the leather
And then flipped everybody off the middle finger in a graceless gesture
The lush, green, felt table became a damp surface of weighted texture
That slowed down the numerical cubes, which delayed our endeavors
The table was roped off, as it dried, we waited for inspectors,
The board was playable and after a few minutes, we all estimated our ventures.
A swanky dresser at the end of the table was the tenacious aggressor
As snake eyes bounced off the wall, player after player surrendered.
It was his night and his hand was simply sensationally stellar
As the tiny dice hit the big table like courageous tremors
Somebody had entered the game that only played once and needed an enumeration refresher
After explaining the rules of the game, this person passed out and had to be taken on a stretcher
While this was happening, I reached into my smoker jacket, shameless and clever.
While the commotion on the casino floors had the attention of the surveillance detectors
The fake heart attack was planned, and the man was compensated with cheddar
The Cowboy complained about the delay of game to the waitress, the waiters, and vendors, basically whoever
As order was restored, the cowboy cooled down his outrageous temper
Easy four Fever five Ace deuce
The dice flew out of my hand in contagious trifecta
As I shook the dice up in my lucky hands like a vibrating blender
Every toss was premeditated and measured,
"20,000" I said over the anticipating appraise from the hecklers
The stickman signalled something was up to the stationed teller
As dice careened off the board, decorated and checkered.
"100,000" I said raising the stakes as another Casino Agent Member
Grabbed the dice from my hand, before I could roll them - shaven and denser
He gave me a lecture and said if I thought about collecting, 'I wouldn't bank on it better'
As security guards escorted me out of the building and I was banned from Las Vegas Forever