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continental drift by *jonzoiplu:iconjonzoiplu:





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do you remember how the earth shook
during afternoon tea, the porcelain
quivering as we moved as gracefully

as tectonics, your magmatic lips
shifting fault lines against mine;
how the waves we watched

on the seismograph haunted us
with its binary of mountain or rift?

        if we are to remain
     static, we will be
         side  
              by side,

            no?


  i do not remember.  



y.


tonight, my legs lay still beneath
a lithosphere of flannel – tired
   
of rubbing against the other –  
remembering earthquakes only kill  

when the things we’ve built
on top of them
                        fall.
©2008-2009 *jonzoiplu
:iconjonzoiplu:

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:iconsighingecho:
oddly i was just thinking of continental drift.

do you think static is a lie?

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Night after night this message returns repeated..
In the flickering bulbs of the sky..
The being of our sentences in the climate that fostered them
Not ours to own, like a book, but to be with, and sometimes
To be without, alone and desperate -Ashbery
:iconjonzoiplu:
relatively, no.



but chemically, until they figure out how to absolute-zero-fy matter, yes.

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:iconsabotaaj:
Very nice;
I shall always be in a stupor at your poetic ability.


CB

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A pay phone was ringing, just about blew my mind. When I picked it up and said "Hello" a foot came through the line!
:iconseptember-song:
I have a poem by the same name hehe.
I'm definately a sucker for geology metaphors. That being said, I think I would like this better if I hadn't just written a geology exam. It's still too soon to not start crying at the mention of fault lines and lithosphere.
:iconsalshep:
do you remember how the earth shook
during afternoon tea, the porcelain
quivering [[as we moved as]] graceful[[ly]]

as tectonics, your magmatic lips <--yum
shifting fault[[ line]]s against mine;
how the (seismograph's)waves [[we watched

on the seismograph]] haunted us
with [[its]] binary [[of]] mountain(s) or rift(s)?

if we are to remain
static, we will be
side
by side,

no?

[[everything after that is maudlin]]



Very nice work. Magmatic lips indeed.

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LIT NEEDS SOUND

Make A Noise About It Here
:iconjonzoiplu:
sincere thanks for the crit, sal (:

one thing: i sort of wanted 'how the waves we watched' to have the pre-l/b connotation of two people watching the waves of sea, but then... they're watching a seismograph. or is that too gimmicky? *asks wise poet*

aside from that, i can't believe i left so many as's in that tectonics line. *sidesteps gutter joke*

cheers,
j.

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let's go play on a baggage carousel
:iconsalshep:
No worries, I enjoyed it.

Yeah, I figured that's what you were doing. Mainly because it -is- a tidbit obvious, you know? ;)

<3

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Make A Noise About It Here
:iconiampoetry:
what is the x. and y.?

Other than that, I like it.

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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
--
my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art

©iampoetry
:iconlaretourdemoi:
lovely, as per usual.

wonderful metaphors and analogies, as per usual.

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i lied.
come home, come home.
:iconjonzoiplu:
o'rly? P:


:beer:

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