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Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Lxnnnie Rutledzh

Anodyne

Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulonimbus anvil
Contiguous with some rakish air worn by the sun
Fed wild through actuality; leaving wise men still;
For immunity to the gods,  frames the holiest one.

(2014)

#UnlikelyOne

Altre opere di Lxnnnie Rutledzh...
Walking/Waking

I went for a walk through the cemetery tonight. I didn’t step over the graves— I just wandered wherever. I cried. They don’t mind.
Asteraceae

I’ve been allergic to beauty For 35 years In a series of diphenhydramine dre… Spring stings And all of these tears
Raid

A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
May You Live in Interesting Times

A lonely creature content just to… Allured by the rooms that hide in… As one would see fit to rest with… Where time after time, you pine fo… These fields that you lie in—seeth…
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Little Miss Giving

Death is not an option like it was when I was young, But that old familiar noose still ties a knot around my tongue… Strangling the letters
1st Degree Redemption

I am going to dig your grave in time and someone else will be digging mine— Mortality is
Will

I will walk into this hurricane an… I will travel in peace with that g… I will ground your lightning again… I will mull my scarred skin into s… I will outlive this native curse.
La Corona Whiffs

My father had a motorcycle. It was a Triumph. Once in a while he would put me on the back and take me for rides.
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Back and Forth

Swaying within the context of mad-made slime, Like a pendulum bound to the sky with time.
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The Meridian

I deserve to be alive But I deserve to be alone, I trim the hair of God As if it were my own. It is not.
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run

When security is lax that’s when you move. They say you can run but you can’t hide— but you know the truth:
Gristle Stew

Assorted spine bones and a hundred pieces of cartilage and rivets—suspended in the thickest darkest purplest jello. Encased in a leather tube; more like trapped. Grinding and crackling ...
Teenage Irrevelations

“How do you say ‘I must’ in Angel… Oh yeah, you don’t. It’s just ins… So, the deal is That I have to suffer so everyone… It’s a stupid necessity.
Preface

With plains so great; the sun coul… Sanctuary blackened by the moon’s… Where only the loneliest crows dev… Before the very first palace was b… There once was a man so betwixt th…
The Hole

If I should let go of my anger, Then I must let go of my passion… My love, My fascination, My all,
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