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Loopholes
Loopholes
Loopholes
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Loopholes

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As time goes on, more walls are built by more people. Sometimes they're built to hinder others, sometimes they only hinder ourselves. These walls enclose us if we let them. What we seek lies beyond these walls. When we search for depth and meaning, we can run into these walls; but there are ways to get past them. Loopholes are moments in which the choice to go through walls, rather than build them, is made. These moments come in the form of surreal encounters, poetic monologues, warnings, fragments, hallucinations, primordial memories, one page plays, imagined contests, conversations, confessions, events within events, songs, narrow escapes, and much more.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherFomite
Release dateFeb 7, 2019
ISBN9781944388942
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    Loopholes - L Brown

    Loopholes

    Loopholes

    Poems

    L. Brown

    Fomite
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    About the Author

    days pass in tremulous

    descent

    we’re beautiful when we

    don’t sleep

    we see with cinema eyes

    it pulled and twisted

    matter and history

    to create the black

    of my eyes

    it made lines

    to connect

    (a branch-vein

    analogy of green life

    spurting from

    a pig’s throat

    the smell of dried spit

    the kiss that castrates)

    There’s a cloud on your face

    Sweat on your brow

    but you pay

    with a smile

    and close your eyes

    forever

    wild-haired girl

    creature of muffled beauty

    soft porno skin

    What you need is a girl evil

    and pale.

    Entering the theater, all my

    velvet fails me. Red, white,

    and black. Enter the spotlight.

    Where no one’s allowed to

    look into your eyes.

    We’re underwater and the

    fish have lights

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