May 2012
178 posts
sarahlucillemarchant:
Red and yellow leafs sprinkle the scent of wet dog. Undone earth trails, splitting sidewalk. October sky plasters my eyelashes, and, unfortunately, I surrender to remembering. Why do we drop classes, mime piano lessons and nurture dust-breeding keys, skip meals, fear the truth, the admittance, taunt the law so senselessly, naked & vulnerable? Why do we learn anything at...
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Monsoon
A great truck presses a crack in the asphalt sky and thunder trundles by. Drops drill down into dry clothes, extracting warmth from soaking shoulders. Always, the first fight is the pattern for the last, which ends in the rain instead of bed. A joke, a smile, a fuck can no longer clear the gutters between us. Love, at least, we can admit, is never a choice, no more than the rain. The sun shines...
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My Father of Irony
therealvagabondking:
A family sits and bbq’s while i sit under a tree branch
The working man stares at me, nay glares at me
pissed that i’m sitting here, reading and writing while he eats dinner with his wife, throws a baseball with his son, pushes his daughter on the swing and eats burnt up meat drinks cold beers laugh’s at passer-by’s doesn’t think about yesterday or the day before no time,...
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Coming Home by Adam Quenton Goes
I.
I was watching
as the wolves split open the scar
across your neck, and ripped out the stitches that held your sternum
together. The blood flooded over
your breasts and pooled in small lakes in the crestfallen
snow. I moved closer to the car,
smashed and
tangled amongst the fractured winter tree,
to light a cigarette in the effigy burning soft
dirges against the pale sun. You gurgled
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Days by Mackenzie Leigh Whitehair
I have a problem with my present - it is a bit too specious for my taste, in that I feel, perhaps, it may not be there at all.
I grow frustrated with the nothingness that occupies my days, and more furious still, at the reasons that just aren’t there.
I become a contradiction of myself. I have a cause (microscopic); but am without an effect (microcosmic).
My days are exceedingly myopic; ...
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mosaic
lifeencoded:
dallying,
I listen to the rain the muttering television
the world according to nature, the world sketched in fluttering green leaves gray skies fingers of rain
I smell the fresh air the disconnect
between the world we invent
the world we live
the gestalt theory, the fragmented pieces of the whole
pixels on a screen flecks of color collaborating in a living, orchestrated...
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punishment.
ambiguous-transparency:
I am decaying, blazing to utter debris too quickly but at least things are clearer than ever before even in the entrails of flames starving for fresh pain to consume greedily, leaving no hints behind in the end; the sun never sets but moves in circles, constantly rising.
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Top Gun by Mike Hilbig
pedanticpersiflage:
My autopilot was broken, every time I turned it on, the damn thing seemed to go off radar out of the reach of the control tower, and I ended up stuck in a tree or careened into the side of a cliff,
and so I started flying with a co-pilot except that didn’t turn out much better either.
I tried out Captain Morgan at first, what with the distinguished title and all, but it was...
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A Night in Your Apartment: Best Scenes Compilation
A Night in Your Apartment: Best Scenes Compilation
:56 – a new species of broccoli I find under your tongue. You tell me stop trying to stamp out the fire you tell me you’re only making it worse (back arched, orifices open).
2:39 – the castle seized, flags lowered, whiskeys all around. Good job, boys, you earned it. Smoke speaks to the nipples but cries in an archaic dialect.
6:02 – I...
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"Everything Has To End" by thehoodedcrow
The tugging feeling of the end
An invisible hand
That pulls you by the skinny string
Of your rocking gut
Well, everything has to end
Badly or for good
Otherwise, we’d all be
Hanging on the ledge forever
At some point we have to look
Down into the canyon
Down into the maw, or
Down into the soft rivers
Because everything’s gotta end, my friend
Every tale reaches the last page
But it...
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ambiguous transparency: confessing a diagnosis. →
ambiguous-transparency:
Dear lover, what do you suppose I am, a chipped fingernail, broken away from its deeply-rooted mother, disfigured, rather grotesque, a criminal lurking in the darkest and abandoned party, looking for clues to adhere itself back home?
I have penetrated your wavering gaze, traveled in your curiosity, won over smooth talks, making you walk out of your comfort zone to...
The cars know where they are
The window in my hotel room wouldn’t open,
due to the contraption
they had added to it
to prevent people from
smoking,
so i opened it,
robustly,
and now i can smoke.
I look down as i smoke
and can see numbers
on the floor
for the cars to know where they are,
33…32…31..etc.
I’m glad the cars
know where they are.
I spit on the cars because it is simply
impossible
to not spit
when...
I Know the Feeling
killtheoldgods:
When Kris Kristofferson brought John Prine around
he told folks that Prine’s songs were so good
“we’ll have to break his fingers.”
There are poets on my bookshelf
that I want to grab by the couplets
and shake until beauty falls out
lumpy and bruised like ripe fruit.
I want to snap their pens like dry twigs,
until I find lines I can etch into my palms.
How dare they...
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Weakened Warriors
It is 1:46 pm on a Sunday. The win has a chill to it. However, the wall thermometer reads 90 degrees in the shade.
I’ve been sitting in the family van, alone, for about an hour. There was a time in my life that i would have been dying to jump out of the van, and onto the softball fields that surrounded me.
Those days are gone.
I question my cynicism on a daily basis lately. Am I bitter? Jaded?...
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Farewell →
nooneknowsnothing:
I really want to kill
every single noise of you.
Erase your moving mouth
full of twaddle
full of nothing
full of you
you
and
you.
I want to go away
to respect myself
and to release my youth
from your odd
creepy
mood
from the critic-hard way of looking
at my moves.
I’d never be perfect
I’d never be the woman of your dreams
and I’d...
