Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Tuesday, August 12th, 2008
the fall of a him or a her
shortly before twenty seven
now is the time to be burning
a few ember starts
but hanging
is that the lot of us?
if you dont burn now
you will have to wait for fifty years
better for some
because you dont have to dance with mice
but in a hot room
and ...
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Wednesday, July 16th, 2008
For the duration of the masterpiece
You are to sit consumed
By every cloaked figure
Making astute internal connections
And reassuring yourself that it is too good
To think of conversation points
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Wednesday, July 16th, 2008
Walking on broadway blindfolded
I am blindfolded
Stepping over puddles
With a precision of one blindfolded
My skin breathes the air of the rain
Yet I cannot willingly see
Where do you see yourself in
There are always choices
Yet what fucked me fucked me good
I want nothing
I lose the boy of the past
He smiles in the grass ...
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Tuesday, May 20th, 2008
Some some times I've I've
in the red tube run
running
Terribly terribly this
this glass you hold
hold
Waste waste space
to waste time
time
Tired tired and
long gone
gone
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Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
1.
Whenever I turn over a white napkin
I see the death of my mother
She is alive and well in Xanadu, Persia
And you are my princess forever to be
Whenever I am kicking off bedsheets
I can again see the future
With my left hand on the wheel
And the rain and wind beating on my ...
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Monday, April 28th, 2008
There's no hole like this
and I'm there and you're long dead
playing a guitar worth more in dollars than your soul
and the shadows that are your friends, accomplices blink in haze
as the pizza breathes the dust off the table, smudged by the dirt only some of us try.
A girl vomits in ...
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Monday, April 14th, 2008
flowers are a petty word
enough to ruin a poem
more so a book of poems
thought i as i walked away
from their bleeding bodies
when i was in a mental hospital
they used to bring us these awesome marmelades
so colorful and sweet
in the winter you have to be careful
not to lose your heart
and there ...
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Monday, March 10th, 2008
You find yourself smelling ticket stubs from warm pockets of summer clothes
smelling pencil stubs (with the erasers worn out by rubbing, not erasing)
smelling summer in a drawer of paper and chemicals
smelling happiness from warm pockets of summer clothes
You were happy then, but it was busy and complicated, tired
guilty and fast, ...
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Thursday, March 6th, 2008
Ah, but he is less than he thought he was,
much less, the refrigerator is empty
and the only words that come to mind are someone else's
and there is nothing to do on this day or another,
as he scuffles at those who wait impatiently
for the events on their calendars to arrive, there ...
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Thursday, November 15th, 2007
What is it hums the static
A white wall, a shadow, lines of gray
What, and with a stomach pain, what
Is it that hums the static
The seasons come with the precision of the secondhand
The mornings tick and be
The night falls slowly, but I know
That in 13 the cool will blow down from the ...
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Monday, November 5th, 2007
When I get home I will prepare breakfast.
I will take the cheese, the eggs, and the frankfurters our from the refrigerator.
I will take the white plastic cutting board from the wall and lay it on the kitchen counter.
I will take the cheese and cut off a two centimeter slice.
I will ...
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Saturday, November 3rd, 2007
Car a moan, rifty monk, obscure meer rival shall not reel or what when why
Rogue pant searcher even when odd finds little to cuddle fingers
Averse implication pedantic meatlicker! Strut a goat leer rogue mantle burner,
Beyond horizon yet faint mothersmile shall die eye mock effervescent butterflies
Bloodyrapemurder! Heaventsentragflavor! Hide the stick little ...
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Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
In the days of sun and the nights of moon,
When water was for swimming and drinking,
And shoes for walking indoors, your godmother
Told you that sleeping past midday, during sunset,
Will get you a headache when you wake.
You slept anyway and walked to the river in the dark.
You peel your face from ...
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Wednesday, October 24th, 2007
The warm trees are rainy with summer chill. I hold it
And pass it behind and down. Mel and Bijou watch me
And run ahead of them and stop to sniff. She
Turns to the white dress, the black hairs and whispers to her
And she turns with the sky and the trees to ...
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Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007
Wind. A wave of you through my clothed body.
You speak in syllables only. You don't budge to my curses.
You carry cold when it's cold, and heat when it's hot,
and rarely and pleasantly the opposite.
You are unnatural, attractive. To lean on you is a
bitter, welcome thing. You rise in pillars and ...
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Tuesday, October 9th, 2007
Yes it is.
Even if you are a russian.
Even if your son was killed.
Even if your wife was killed.
Even if you carry quarters in a film can.
Even if you wear a trench coat.
It is.
Even if his sister and his aunt knocked you out.
Even if you have 2% cancer in you liver.
Even ...
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