February 2012
38 posts
“It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be...”
– (via anaipaz)
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ee imitation v
She had a face
dare i (not dare
i) forget. her smile would
shall I say, left
a great imprint.
she did not understand
the day i said
I that day would not forget
what made her smile youthful
what made it worth
my regret.
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ee imitation iv
when i was let alone with me
i stumbled on to see
what blind men thought
hot coals by next to me
i(burnt lips) did not see
cripple and costedly i
fought with me upon
finding a sea of beauty
life flooded me and i
went along the see with i and me
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ee imitation iii
ki
ss
leaning
ever (
so
sli
—i—
tly in)
clo
Oh
sir
wait
a
g(r)
in
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ee imitation ii
did i dream a
little more to
wish you near’r
as i tell you
i dream
i dream
i dream
waiting for a
proclimactic
ending(longer
longer
longer
wait) to tell of
dreams feeble...
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ee imitation i
closing (the
book; gentle thud)
rain against night
spla(in the cool; spring)
shed i know
why sleep never
caught you with me
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so suddenly sudden
suddenly in all the suddenly suddenness they were sudden in their suddenliness
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Angelic Algorithm & Train Travel
I have never fallen in love on a train before. Before boarding I have my fill of wine; a cheap, red type sure to give me a migraine. I am not interested in the exact type of wine it is. I just drink it down and it tastes strongly of tannins and desperation.
As the train pulls away from the station, I have trouble separating my pulse from the slow clack. The window bastes me in afternoon sunshine...
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SELF PROMOTION
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Assembly Line
I am Henry Ford
&
I will put you into
mass production
like the moon
produces waves
&
I will ride your breaths
like waves
&
I will be the moon
which people say
will collide with
the Earth
eventually.
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Echo
I WILL YELL INTO
YOU LIKE THE GRAND CANYON
&
rock slide
&
Echo will piss
on our graves
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ain't no thang
look at me, milk machine
churning out 100% full-fat
full-nonsense frothing in the
tank goodness all-amerian
from the nations tit all-language
from the universe’s breast
and this ain’t a sexual thang.
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drivetrain
baby I don’t know
if you’re the engine and I’m
the transmission or if
it’s the either way around,
but I do know that
we’ve got the wrong
torque converter and
this just ain’t workin’
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Doses
I will sneak you into
my body by the kilo
and counterfeit your every
look like LSD funhouse mirrors
even though most LSD
isn’t the real thing.
Doses of you doses
of you. Drug girl. Drug
boy.
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GUITAR LESSONS
CLASSICAL GUITAR SPANISH
MARIACHI AND RENDITIONS OF METALLICA UP THE BUMHOLE OF ART
DON’T FRET
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Found Poem: "What Happened"
1. was watching videos about whales
2. saw this unrelated video thumbnail
3. was horrified but intrigued
4. clicked anyway
5. horrified but not intrigued.
6. gonna search for more whale videos
from this Youtube comment
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When You Cried
when you
cried
I thought that
Free Willy
had been freed
in your
pants and
then harpooned
by many
Japanese men
on an illegal
whale
hunting
expedition
&
when you
cried I
thought his
fin, though
curved,
would taste
nice
fried
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Poem of Your Ass
i took the most|beautiful picture with my|phone
i called it poem|poem
a poem of your|ass
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The Dynamics of Poetry
tits make the poem
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Black Hole Roll
ready roll ready roll ready curbside gutter side manhole drift midnight streetlight like screen refresh re fresh we flash and ready roll ready roll up down gravity pulsar neutrality finding life by the way light seeps in to black holes ready roll ready roll barely fed full of dread laughing lapping at puddles and dreams and stagnant seems to be everything ready roll ready roll put us in sweaters...
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Your Unremarkable Silhouette
I watched an octopus
crawl over your naked body.
&
Wet sand hesitated under your plams,
holding the sun like a warm beer.
&
You said the pills were good
and I watched.
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A Pair of Celestial Bodies
Sometimes my body is a wooden chair
that you rock in and the spindles
start to become loose.
&
Sometimes my eyes are fish bowls
but all your fish are in the toilet
and now only the snails are left.
&
Sometimes my words are supersonic
jets and you look for them long
after they are gone.
&
Everything is binary
stars and once one
of us supernovas
the other will erupt.
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Exchange
She said, Kevin,
I found the ring
& tickets to Vegas
while I was making
you breakfast.
She said,
I am taking your bike,
the Ducati, & ridding
to San Diego.
I am taking your bike
instead of the ring,
instead of being miserable,
instead of marrying you.
I am taking your bike,
not children, money,
pets, or beatings.
I left Rebecca’s number
on the table. She’s
a sucker for...
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Meeting in Abu Breik
I dreamt we were inEgypt.
Three of the walls in your apartment
molted shades of green.
I heard sounds of children
playing tag in the alley,
knee-deep in garbage.
Then the sun came out
at the same moment
you came to stand on the balcony,
dress draped below your breasts,
drawn up between them
by a string loosened
from around your neck.
I wondered why
you stood there
in the rippling July...
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Meditation with Wine
Life, I have decided, is a narrative arch of lists:
toys, classes, medications, résumés, ex’s
claiming you gave them gonorrhea.
Snowflakes melt on the skylight above me.
Reclining on the floor with a knife
and a gouda, I realize my argument is lost
on Tiberius, the epileptic family dachshund
whose Phenobarbital costs more than a tank of gas.
When my wife comes home, child on hip,
huffing, not...
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Astronomer
I remember the night your clock kept me awake.
After I discovered rubbing your back
wouldn’t put me to sleep, I went outside
with a blanket to shiver on your porch. I stared
at the night sky which rippled with airplanes
and the blasts from train horns. I looked
for the three constellations I knew
and found the cluster of banded stars
which a farmer once told me was the Milky Way.
I thought there...
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You are A
priority
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The People With Clothes
don’t want don’t
want don’t
want don’t want don’t
W====A====N====T
this body this body
your body your body
O|U|R|B|O|D|I|E|S
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C0nF0RM
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
think sheep
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Reminder:
do not wear 6
inch heels when
you plan on walking
over spent bullet shells.
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Headlines
CUPID OPENS FIRE IN IDAHO HIGH SCHOOL.
INJURES MANY STUDENTS BEFORE TURNING BOW ON HIMSELF.
VENUS, MOTHER, HAS NOT COMMENTED.
FRIENDS & NEIGHBORS SHOCKED.
COMMUNITY STUNNED; BLAMING DRUGS & VIDEO GAMES.
MEMORIAL TO BE HELD ON FEBRUARY 14.
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Conversations like Safe Cracking
click click ouch huddle ear to steel
and tumblers roll sadly and half
combination and reset and shh shh
stethoscope to syntax like almost
all all all most cracked you down
opened your door and stolen
dust of everyone’s dust that has made
your dust.
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A [bad] Poem About Writing Bad Poems Drunk
Overreaction bullet-swallowing,
word-spewing, mumble-slur-grumble
pessimism. Half-full livers and sharks
have giant livers like islands of
malt malt malt copper pot bellies.
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A [bad] Poem About Falling Asleep Alone
Let’s all just
cut each other’s throats
for long distance spooning
and dreaming ampersand ampersand
ampersand on my side of
the only side of the hip grinding
lonely side of the bed.
Face the cool wall.
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We are Dunes
We died endlessly woven into each other’s bodies like reshaped dunes.
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Love is a Metaphor
Headlights are guitar strings stretched across the night plucked from a tenth story window.
Tears from blue eyes are marbles as they hit a wood floor; they cannot open a slammed door.
Peoples are shadows sipping from the tainted dreams like transparent springs,
and the moon sees all.
Street lights are melted time pooling around a vacant city street.
Subways are storm clouds which tremor in the...
January 2012
162 posts
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Yes
like bobblehead dashboard yes yes yes Night at the Roxbury what is love pet shop parakeet pretty bird who pretty bird and no never know no.
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You like:
you like obsession like all I can talk about food like favorite sports team fanatic like teenage want want want like remember the broken vase and buy some glue.
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Things I say:
“The stardust between your teeth belongs in my bloodstream.”
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Faith in Broken Jars
Faith and childhood kept
with the broken Ball jar
of blue glass like I haven’t seen
before, among the sunspot sea
of buttons your grandmother collected.
Lace like eyelashes or
wisps of nostril smoke cover
tears and guitar picks
as we woke up in streetlamp
sunlight and train thunder.
Scared breaths and praying in
bar stool confessionals. For
forgive me bartender for
hit me...
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Valley Girl
Tomato plants grow readily by the kitchen door where sometimes we throw the rotten ones. We pick sweet, red Valley Girls and eat them like apples. Juice and seeds drip onto your sun dress and I laugh. We walk to the concrete weir in the creek. You stand on top and the water surrounds your ankles like May mists embraces beech trunks. I splash, thigh-deep, in the pool below. Water bugs skip away....
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Things I say:
“Say, ‘your eyes are a universe and I am the Hubble telescope and your body is the sea floor and I am an unmanned submersible and you are the geyser I’ve been looking for my whole life.’ Say that.”
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To Touch A Car
Sometimes I touch my car like you want to be touched but I won’t touch you that way. Because at 3500 RPM you do not have a turbo that kicks in and I can’t foot down, shift 3rd you. And at 5000 RPM when peak performance declines you don’t stick the the curve of the road. And when it all comes down to it you require 10 and 2 and I like 12 and shifter while doubling the speed limit....
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Lust Like A Wrecking Ball
My lust is a wrecking ball
and your body is the nearest thing
to destroy. Hold still
like a surgeon I will ram
full speed and gravity-fed
into you. Will you stand?
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Forgive Me For
Forgive me for
you are the paint on my skin
and the wall I press up against
as a canvas. And
forgive me for you are the
wick to my candle
and the flame that lights it.
Forgive
me for I am caught in the hot wax
poured on your skin
like puddles of pleasure and
forgive me.
For I enjoy being a puddle
on your skin and being
lit by you and by being smothered
and pressed against...
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Overboard: 1992
I am 1 of 28,800. In 1992 we set out to sea from China to America. All were lost at sea. Months passed and we were forgotten. We started washing up on shores. We arrived in Alaska, Seattle, Hawaii. We have washed up on the shores of China and in the Arctic. Most have have hit land. Some rest like crushed dreams at the bottom of the oceans. I am still lost.
It is 2012 and I have ventured around...
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Campfires in June
In June we lit campfires. We would take yellowing sections of a month-old newspaper and crinkle them beneath pine cones. A lighter would flare. Flames from the paper would crawl into the crevasses of the pine cone and the tar would pop. A small cabin of logs was built around this. Occasionally adding a log, we would sit and drink whiskey as the earth wove its breath through tall meadow grasses and...