December 2008
22 posts
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Scarling faces made as I turn to go & and you turn...
Plugging my eyes, setting this stage that we can’t engage; so we cut all ties by candlelight. Another deep depression—calm before, storm’s shaking in our heart. We sacrifice, we pay a price: all these words—unsaid, drink to forget—name’s written in snow. Iced anxieties—purging these: last meals—with this secret we can’t know.
(expanded from: tiny-poemadoes)
taxed by appetite
Fade in: The fossil of a mole king lying on his bed--days beyond death as the aliens enter his dwelling collecting on his soul; paying not-- attention to the size of his mound.
Take notice: Bones collecting beneath him, bones and stench of the filth, rot of waste and flesh.
and then the jazz came
It set clear and tangerine, dipping into puddles and rain on the gritty city streets as though it were parting ten thousand living seas. Nobody noticed, too busy being infinite streaming laughter. Children frog-hopping puddles, drunk on the wine of reaching comfortable destination, Cabernet warming tired huddled shaking hearts.
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Exaptation
Not to be confused with extraction. Distraction. Refraction. You’re rusty. Dull. Lack-luster scalpel. Her evanescent heart… pounds as she sheds her bastard skin. Soul service. For true. Silver plattered. Undressed. Soft. Pressed between the looking glass of chemistry. Slides. Blood. Platelets tap a wrench to this. Toasty. Loose. Screw.
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los angeles, aubade you fair well
Thick molten snake’s coiling and crossing himself compounded across the southerly valleys; unraveling, thinning, misted coastal and mountain ranges as Luna reaches silvered sliver higher — still. Mother spreads herself black. Filial veins of light driving her. Not a living camera can capture the images, in justice.
Boy do they try.
one moonsand nugget
Lifetime’s scar tissue rolls off the universal tongue, lands feet ahead, erects fork en rout. The pearls western hemisphere convexes dark virginal woods lined in grass’ swimming soft — strands of pungent low moonblooms — toward waning days rays. Collecting flowers in hand basket, cloak embracing her veined radiance alight.
easterly sea breezes
The crater’s cacophonies rippled fiction across the bed of Fantasia; disrupting the pleasing linear dreams of the cities. Inhabitants rushing the scene. Etching D-o-o-m. in the moonolith — warning children: return to Battles and Wails of Doom. class! Prepaired: entire lives, our moment has arrived! But we’re not yet ready… not today.
SPREAD THE INFLECTION:
honelix:
Angelina Weld Grimke
Denise Levertov
Elixa Miel
Hilda Doolittle
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Laura Riding
Lorine Niedecker
Muriel Rukeyser
Peter Andrade
Pilar Elizabeth
Sarah N Cleghorn
One Hungarian fisher, fishing all seven seas.
Caught a Swedish-tongued model, at the bank of Sicily, landin’ St. Augustine Florida: 52 houses there, stables & sired 3 daughters I acquainted while learning hair. Beauty
commissioned marriage unbroken to wealth he can’t let go. 30 affairs damaged path- os, heiress — cries Gucci! Sunglassed smiles replaying this example within… her… daily. His fleet keeps fishing.
the saddest story never read,
radiates from man; loves inability toward preferential replacements: hard and dominant: lust, coming out tip-top, lapping the periphery, rule 34, marriage, slates buffed clean as blushing brides. hitting 30, the subsequent realization of this bed we make/re-defining her. even Charles had figured his, legacy defacing him daily — in his mirror.
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something fishy in the water
This is beautiful, she notices the lakes echoed cityscape crawling across smooth swirling ebbs. I never associate beauty — and this… we once lived in a station wagon not far. My preschool was that brick building, I tend to end up here. Me too… ever think of people like fish?
Yeah.
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becoming poetess
She reclines, extended beyond his tiny futon devouring him goggled with chisel and pick for fossils through shattering rock. When summoned—she dusts his workspace. Nana gushes through—here have grapes, they’re delicious—taste that, plopping rewards through parched lips. They taste like tiny iced watermelons snapping!
They really do.
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dreamed eyes open
Sighting a foot in the small of him, tiny fist enclenched through hairs nape arch in him back like her bow. Stringing golden arrow, taught-heart releasing golden rain through cloud upon the flood hued run of land—below. Parasailing after glimmers in moonlight, landing, in a blue room now.
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making Pi
Sometimes the wind blows, her amber light filling the falling leaves just so. We contract involuntary meditation, a point of peace in an otherwise blustery way. The stroll through Park Avenue transformed into honey scented wood.
A tree branch enwrapping hair smells of cinnamon apple nutmeged cloves, simmers slow—glows.
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HELP!
I’ve been wanting to do write this for quite some time: a poem (or what have you) regarding the plight of the rockstar (popstar, rapstar, one-hit-wonder) comprised mainly of one-liners.
example: Goodbye Norma Jean (elton john)
I release it to the tumblrverse to see what comes up.
THE PLIGHT OF THE ROCKSTAR
Goodbye Norma Jean, Your face broads from my table, intelligent, sensitive...
