March 2012
22 posts
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if lips were song
I’d never go wrong
& stay stuck on your breath
mouth to mine in a circle of fifths
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“lips compensate without full intervention”
– myuntouchableface
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if blues were shoes
I’d walk a million miles
& still not be through
my map of trap
February 2012
211 posts
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One day I’m gonna give up writing and just paint
One day I’m gonna give up painting and just sing
One day I’m gonna give up singing and just sit
One day I’m gonna give up sitting and just breathe
One day I’m gonna give up breathing and just die
One day I’m gonna give up dying and just love
One day I’m gonna give up loving and just write
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I eat you in my sleep
Suck babylon between my teeth
Make wave and froth
In your crease
I do not fear
As you lift, all hair and flaming smile
To cover my root and swallow
The tree whose branches
Hold the sun
Each time you
Take me in, I find a new word
For light
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It is as if I
am invisible;
it is as if I
am dead.
The air passes
through me,
moving through
my head, as
I stroll down
halls.
Look at my
hands:
they are
animal hands
and yet they
are glass.
And my bare
feet
are attached
to my legs.
My brain is in
codes.
I have no love
or glory;
I have no fear
- until all
three
descend on me
and once again
I reappear.
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these walls and your shadow
roll in my mouth
without the swallowing
only a whisper
and Earth pulling itself out
heard its name
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the motives of couples are profound
when they strive at their love as a result
of reconsideration
and
when they believe
in the supremacy of their couplings
their love creates a stir in this world
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hate is the by-product of certain modes of
frustrated desires, therefore
the inevitable is a mirror psychosis
like loves only like
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the drive behind all art is the attainment
of sexual perfection: to fail perfection
is to inspire regeneration
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the difference between color and pigment
should be savored - intervals across
the racial spectrum
white and the reconstructive powers
of warmth & coolness
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the spill of light across skin
expresses the gesture of a moment
and the possibility of endless like moments
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the light at the end of this tunnel
is a streamliner coming head-on
bring me
to where
my blood moves
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You grabbed me up
in the sale of
someone else’s certainty,
cheapened by the drudge
of dried-up desire.
I am here with you
because I choose to be
and because
I am not free.
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Once, I walked
on the side of a mountain.
Life hung between me
and the drop off.
If I leave, will you
find me in the midst
of my forest of inconsistencies
and if I rise up
with my screams
will one day
you retreat at
the locking of my knees?
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Compression of years,
Magic hours pass, overnight.
Our hearts broke with dawn.
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fingers understand hands
borne from the trees
I love this thing
whispering between us
believing it has body.
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I’m available
if you qualify:
I want some bother
in my hopeful.
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we enjoy similarities
smile with the same bleached teeth
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take away
every gift you gave,
my love,
take my life
if you have to,
but give me a voice
that sings fire
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the etymology of lovers
in a tightening mouth
rocket sticks falling
as burnt syllables to earth
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I want to show you how I feel about standing
With nowhere else for you to look but up
I want to make your world a sky, have you see
A comet plunging home to die
Above these night befallen trees
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The sun floats about the meadow crazy as Whitman.
Codeine does the job good. Make a note to mysef. Can’t bear
to look. Codeine. Debts bite hard.
Lines crackle like a telephone call in danger.
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I hide in the museum of unspeakable loss
in the private treasure house
racks upon racks of jars gather light
jar of stones
jar of air
jar of stories
shaken out over all our heads
one thousand years ago
still falling
I cannot breathe
these objects
help me.
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Now the long daggers of shadows,
the long seeping away of all we were,
whence we came.
And it is a tarnished dirty brass evening,
something already fabled, antique.
You dare to take it out then and look at it.
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I am troubled by this cast of sky.
Something about the cloud formations,
massed military,
teaches me to be thick-skinned as pink or black granite
if I am to live through this moment’s crisis.
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The wind eats at my broken map;
I clutch it and scan each dead horizon.
I keep walking.
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I hold her heart in my hand.
It turns, softly.
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leaden butterflies
balletic in sepia music
falling like trees
rising like rocks
express the difficulty of loving
heart-weary and head-solemn
void of gravity
pulling the silence
between the notes
until all is claustrophobic
waiting for the air
after the cadence they fall
strength returns
once again elevation comes
taut as an expectant string
heavier than a moon-sigh
suddenly...
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In the cold eye of the lake
light dissolves around the trees,
a boy, free as a fish, dives
dreaming of the sea.
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If the horn would blow, the foam would rise,
the wave would fall,
loss would begin;
if the shell could sound, the air would move,
Love would step from the sea:
but the horn will not blow, and the foam will not rise,
not in this
sad idyll,
not on this desolate shore
on which you have never arrived,
and which now you will never leave.
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wind clicks the metal leaves tonight
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Eyes.
They slip and sidle. Drift.
Idle.
Like hungry engines. Slitted and lowered
against the sun, langorously inspecting
bellies, fingernails, and
eyes.
Wandering
across a desert of young skin, stretched
tight before them, like a dry
tongue which will never
crush into speech or drink again -
a drum of want,
sounding its pink, tan, cream beats,
sounding its white, bronze, brown beats,...
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Sometimes hell is soft gold, limbo nickel.
Sometimes the fiction is supreme, sometimes
the rubber sheet or the clock with no hands -
the sweating clock with the ancient, insect time
of Babylon, carbon, and Beelzebub -
sometimes the curious, crowded gaze
of glass eyes from a case,
preoccupies you:
sometimes Love, the moon, the Love, a moon,
love, the Moon, moon moon love moon…
...
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they’re first a sing and then a kiss,
they’re first a murmur and then a cry,
so gradually blow the bubble of their world
to ride upon slick backs like kissing snails.
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musical rain
moon-painted surfaces
rippled hieroglyphs
chatter to the open sky
the wind wraps her hair
around the bone
solidifies the violence
of the flow
and into the silence
sound flowers
cold blooms effluviate
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unborn tongue
belly-up
in the mouth
meat
nascent
in the dark shell
Anonymous asked: we want to see what you look like
Anonymous asked: if all the oceans came together, baby, they'd describe how wet i am right now.
Anonymous asked: in response to your poem: i'd rather you cum, baby. after you touch yourself. cum to me.
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to come
out of nothing
or
to touch myself
in your reflection
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the skin of night
breaks the thread
the dual lips
of sky and sea part
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lettersinblackandblue:
derriqueen:
lilysofthefield:
myuntouchableface:
my teeth shall fall from my skull like rain
the dreams of the dead flow into the ocean
and I will string your teeth hanging them like a necklace
then collect your dreams into jars and show the world how they glow
but what would the world do with a glowing jar of dreams—
here the world’s shadow might bend and...
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body without form
beneath milk-teeth stars
fist of wind
encircling sound
the cries of birds
leave their imprint
in the bone
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derriqueen:
lilysofthefield:
myuntouchableface:
my teeth shall fall from my skull like rain
the dreams of the dead flow into the ocean
and I will string your teeth hanging them like a necklace
then collect your dreams into jars and show the world how they glow
but what would the world do with a glowing jar of dreams—
here the world’s shadow might bend and cast towards hung yellow...
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lilysofthefield:
myuntouchableface:
my teeth shall fall from my skull like rain
the dreams of the dead flow into the ocean
and I will string your teeth hanging them like a necklace
then collect your dreams into jars and show the world how they glow
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my teeth shall fall
from my skull like rain
the dreams of the dead
flow into the ocean
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I am a non-event
I have not learned from experience
I have followed neither the line of fortune nor the line of desire
I have studied the imprint left upon the mattress
I have obtained the possession of a shadow
I have yearned for the coming synthesis
I am unwilling to compromise with the dialectic
I reject the mechanical softening of contradiction
We could just kiss and kiss and kiss?
You could give up...
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my neighbourhood
amos-anomie:
the sound of the ice cream truck seems so out of place here it sounds like an ambulance in disguise
First submission for amos & anomie by the wonderful ambulanceindisguise