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Exquisite Corpse

caterwaul from below	Contributor
creaking crevises of the cranium canvassing for cryptonite	babsrichar
slowly leaking lazily...laborious words	sdhousekat
stray alley sex	questionajourney
Add your entry here	graphitegirl
a feast of strays delivering a neighborhood craze	questionajourney
the bars that seperate the day from the night	graphitegirl
show no mercy no kindness just endless plight	sdhousekat
alley wasteland death rituals alike	questionajourney
a hot steaming summer night with the baseball announcer yelling as a baby cries	babsrichar
sucking menthol and flicking ashes from the stoop	graphitegirl
burning circles of fire cascade freely from their previous spot	sdhousekat
manifesting ritual occurences in slick vapor dances	questionajourney
up on blocks she stood upon a pedestal	graphitegirl
catching a slap in the face glimpse of what was	questionajourney
she paused.... and looked around stunned, eye fluttering with tears	sdhousekat
the tissue of hope drying a face of puzzlement	questionajourney
Bones and sinew tieing back the pieces of hope	John
glimpses of what Could be, laid bare, in the cracks of the pavement	babsrichar
there's only one season here......broke	graphitegirl
her heart sputters and spatters irregular beating like it's broke	sdhousekat
wounded flesh muscle hobbling with no eyes	questionajourney
the rats are eating crackerjacks	graphitegirl
scuttling about, chittering with glee	sdhousekat
treating scraps as pseudo cheese	questionajourney
Mickey snickers, and then snorts up the debree	babsrichar
Drainwater for drainage then speed	questionajourney
the sharks meet the jets on the westside	graphitegirl
in a feud only dolphins or sharks could appreciate	questionajourney
shopping basket her home away from home	graphitegirl
she carried her fears away with each sway	sdhousekat
as she opened her eyes once closed to pray	John
the tracks turned gold as death did wave	questionajourney
and voices of the past, whispering of another day	babsrichar
the projects - just whose project?	graphitegirl
the projects protected by logic	questionajourney
the logics logistical project	John
only enough tin foil for tonights reception	graphitegirl
bring your heart, wrap it tight with discretion	questionajourney
replacing burned out bulbs in the red light district	graphitegirl
with red eyes seeking alley labryinth directions	questionajourney
thirsting to quench the agony of reflection	babsrichar
childhood high with cotton stuffed mouth adornment	questionajourney
paper bag stuffed liqueurs served over half baked lips	graphitegirl
liquid blush accents of any creed	questionajourney
slowly memories errode away with every gluttonous gulp	sdhousekat
always a dream to share even when the cupboards are bare	graphitegirl
inversed canteloupe rind, spirit munching in a top hat	questionajourney
there are dreams, they are just under renovation	graphitegirl