Finches Claw extracts

19.49 16.04.13. *****************
the air and light forcing its way upwards
something kicking the lungs like a jet of air pressure like being winded by a gale force
from the stomach so that you're gasping for breath i couldn't even remember that at the time
pains in the
stomach and buckets of sweat
and a cry of pain like a grieved child who has lost herself in the emotion
arching back into a bow
that bends and bends until it snaps
afternoon 12.04.13.

4.25am 11.04.13.




9.04.13. 21.30
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21.02.13.




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and you care for me you say
where you study my every twitch and curve of my lip ...
with gawping fascination
and would you survive without me ...
and are you talking to me because you don't sound
like you had all that great a time of it ...
and just wanting to win
i find myself used to spike
your work ... and i am not your pretzel ...

and its my own
problem my own issue
if I've lost myself is that all his fault if i need to recreate a self that never was
and can he ever win
i am challenged
to be real to throw off the baggage of blame
of stereotype
and really see the person
that i call on to save
me from himself
and when you've lost him
in the mist and his
calls echo to the blind
that he teases in their brilliance
and how are you married is he the whip that
runs your motor that orders the night out
of its pit ...
that makes you sing
scream as loud as a skyscraper multi story block will allow ...
let us prey ...
and can he tell
your body what to do
when you stand there with
the ugly parts of you hanging out
and how is he our soul mate ...
he left you there
arguing with yourself and the ghosts of childhood
the pieces of broken
mirror lodged in your heart ... darling ...

© Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved misc draft 9.30am
Friday, 5 April 2013 4.50am
and what are
you to me someone
who seems to know the
right words to unlock the cellars
theres these dungeons down there that
i don't know about and boy are they locked ...
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you are a symbol
of cuteness
like the worlds biggest pet nurturing his goslings
you hold the planets
in your hands weighing them like juggling balls
mediating their apartheid ...
you trick and tease and torment me
just enough to make me run you frighten me
out of my reverie
i look terrified
like the pet you kicked down the stairs
and went to rescue
and coo over and croon
and you hold me in your arms a most unearthly bliss shaking and sweating
i try to run again ...
only to find
another maze of
hedges I've never been so scared
another three days
fighting you and i will be dead and you will make boxes of straw for my babies and forget
how much i adored you
were a symbol of something ... a big buzzing evil saint
that screams my nerves
and rubs me up the wrong way till the world spins upside down and my guts are knotted inside out wrapped around your arm where you
toy with my soul like a canvas ...

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2.57am 4.04.13.
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5pm 3.04.13.


5pm 3.04.13.
Scarey is looking after Friz seal Grace
we're not sure if Jewel wants him back or not ....
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Scarey also swalloed some tadpoles and is making a monkey i think he said


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an is worth the risk
cus who knows what you're gonna do ...
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no I don't want my spirit to die
what wouldn't i give to see you ...
just toast and beans in a cafe
and your hand ... to hear your voice ... does it have dark hairs on it
just to pass out in your eyes and then they can call the pigs
and take me away ...

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22.37 20.03.13
the moon a glutinous milky haze theres that pain in the shoulder again
that star just shot me
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20.03.13. 14.05
I was in a coma after that one and I didn't even realise ...
like buried under the rubble
19.06 19.03.13.
why is that different
like your whole
body is being ripped apart
like electrocuted ... I don't know
what the ingredient is ... and so tender
that you wince and smart and whistle and the cars
are going right through me ... and all in your tutu and stuff ...

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00.21
like all the nerves
are lit up like fibre optics
how the sound of your name would thrill me echoing
off the shadow
dangerous ...
that was it ...
frightening like the
first one ... ripping its way up the spine ...
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21.48
sort of like
a meditation and
really making alot of love in there ...
an you be amaze what you can find in that box
of surprise ...
so I closes
my I's and gets
the cream ... you know
cus while you suckle it you
get to really explore the feelings an
all this peace wraps you up like a hazy womb ...
**********************************************************************************************************************and i bit
back at the thing
that was prodding me so rudely
poking around inside
my ribs need to dust my feathers down I really didnt do that did i
side sliping
caterpillar tracks
my wheels skidding against the wet curb trying to veer away from the oncoming pile up
making a petrol bomb
the steering
wheel screeches as I drive straight through the reinforced glass
cranky ... often causes gritting of teeth, assholeyness, destruction, inability to pay bills, romantic relationships
with ones aids infected cousin, and finally complete retardation
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16.03.13. 21.38 *****************************
13.50 12.03.13.
my limbs are all puffy and swollen now you know and they're all jumping
up and down like they've
scored ...
the trust ...
the pain
came back
but not the sharp
light it was like a knife
in your cutty splitting your
spine ... and how happy he looked ...
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hitting back
i kept on pummelling
and pounding drubbing
a sucker punch roundhouse
delivered with a wide swing battering
the whip ... kicking back in self defense ...
the fight went on for hours a relentless cold war ... ending with an uprising of civil disobedience storming the armed guard ... enough
let me die ... he kicked a pastry
cook in the groin his head was sawn off and fixed on a pike ...
00.15 10.03.13. © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
blushed hair ...
a killer sore throat
could be a bit
of a problem
if that thing jumps on me
drunks on me
if that drunk drinks in me
if that problem drugs out of nowhere then it could be a bit of a driblem
if that droblem dribbles on me *************
5.30pm 2.03.13.
2.59am 1.03.13.



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a crane jerks the noose upward powered by a treadwheel
while you cling to the ladder
pitched forward
and winded
gobbling fizzy sherbert
dial m for emotion too much hairspray ...
he would gently shake your hips as part of foreplay
like playing with a child
excitement creeping
up your feet like a horror
your kidneys somewhat removed
those smokey eyes a fine collab for me
it was all beaten black and blue
misc draft © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved 15-20 Feb 2013
like i said
you're not in Miami mate ...
you let Chuck write your thoughts
for you again
i watched him do it hoping you'd see ...

nobody really knew
if Scarey was wrong n maybe that was barking up the wrong tree

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all they know is that something happened that night ...
2315
n is a mystery to everyone is he was wrong ...
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they wanted reprisal for a dead baby ...
1833 051113
n he punishde her vey bad
0434
n Scarey why not carry
on our relationship as a literary collab like that stuff about our
childhood you din respond to much ...
n yeah i know what is like when someone splits with you n doesnt say anything ...