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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
alt ctrl
you act in shame
your skin kissed
embraced in dull games
we have been near
exploding a captive ballad
exciting transmissions
licking inside my pulp filled mouth
in my illusions
I am setting myself free
to hold closer a quiet recluse
in my doubt
pulling internal
pulled into shards slivering
choking down my own
stream of consciousness
with a birth control pill
there are days
I could crawl digital
leaving surface worlds
leaving scattered bits
of infatuation to pack
into boxes
into computer screens
paper and plastic cubes
that know nothing
of who I am
and know not
where to find me
your skin kissed
embraced in dull games
we have been near
exploding a captive ballad
exciting transmissions
licking inside my pulp filled mouth
in my illusions
I am setting myself free
to hold closer a quiet recluse
in my doubt
pulling internal
pulled into shards slivering
choking down my own
stream of consciousness
with a birth control pill
there are days
I could crawl digital
leaving surface worlds
leaving scattered bits
of infatuation to pack
into boxes
into computer screens
paper and plastic cubes
that know nothing
of who I am
and know not
where to find me
Friday, June 26, 2009
where she stands
the same man
manifests himself
over and over
each time
crazier and crazier
the lesson being
how much I can take
until I am weeping
hungry for reality
more so mad than ever
chemical stung in spotlights
a mans work should be in novels
in shams and fallacies
I can no longer control
the way that time spans things
the ways to let go
tongue whipped words
lashing out of
confused guilt
it had to be mars
it had to be you
manifests himself
over and over
each time
crazier and crazier
the lesson being
how much I can take
until I am weeping
hungry for reality
more so mad than ever
chemical stung in spotlights
a mans work should be in novels
in shams and fallacies
I can no longer control
the way that time spans things
the ways to let go
tongue whipped words
lashing out of
confused guilt
it had to be mars
it had to be you
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
modern woman
there are layers
pressing down
on the human feeling
below my forced art
I
have
the
deep
fear
it crawls from
the bottom of the ocean
it tears and bleeds
on currents
it drags dear to my heart
it salts my
hardening emotions
in salted skin
we wake the day
shedding charcoal
ill from each other
in loving you
only harm will come
to our beach fire bed
our crazy speak
our nervous fragmented light
in you
I have lost all my ideas
I am compulsive
confused for control
holding myself back and down
you'd tell me
there
is
no
backing
down
I can not know
what we will
and I can not discern
what we won't
leaving you still
shipping off
k no w numbers
k no w time
there is no telling
telling the clock
we had planned this
and maybe I am
your modern woman
who leaves you sick
from a shotgun wedding
numb from brain waves
rusting mirrored neurons
consuming a shipwreck
voidSHIP
worSHIP
Ransom will tell us
poetry
like consciousness
drops the insignificant digits
there is no telling
2012 we planned this
pressing down
on the human feeling
below my forced art
I
have
the
deep
fear
it crawls from
the bottom of the ocean
it tears and bleeds
on currents
it drags dear to my heart
it salts my
hardening emotions
in salted skin
we wake the day
shedding charcoal
ill from each other
in loving you
only harm will come
to our beach fire bed
our crazy speak
our nervous fragmented light
in you
I have lost all my ideas
I am compulsive
confused for control
holding myself back and down
you'd tell me
there
is
no
backing
down
I can not know
what we will
and I can not discern
what we won't
leaving you still
shipping off
k no w numbers
k no w time
there is no telling
telling the clock
we had planned this
and maybe I am
your modern woman
who leaves you sick
from a shotgun wedding
numb from brain waves
rusting mirrored neurons
consuming a shipwreck
voidSHIP
worSHIP
Ransom will tell us
poetry
like consciousness
drops the insignificant digits
there is no telling
2012 we planned this
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
a fracture
It ran upon the veins of a trusting heart.
In between a world spat into imagination
and a dust storm. She took it all into the mist.
Pulling the thick cord behind her, attached snug at the waist. The other end secured by a crisp locked word to a tree at the edge of the thicket. A tree that marked where. Before it all disappeared.
Fourteen small steps inside. A damp salt eating away any regret. A pungent depth of fragmented clay. Nostalgically she picked a chunk of skin out from her shoulders to leave in every gasp of clear air; in the empty sponge she traversed through. All feeling of bottom ground.
As the blood poured down her back, it was evident that the only thing that was still living was the connection between her feet and what she imagined was the earth below. Sight, color, sound were all one repetition. Over and over a gentle tug towards starlit youth.
She could sense but not possess. The weight of the rope lifted as she furthered herself away from where she came. Where possession was a sickness, the white plague.
The rope must have weighed a hundred times her at least, causing for rest and deep resilience against returning to where she had bound herself.
The grass blades around her were singing.
The thick iron rocks below, sustaining her blood loss.
In between a world spat into imagination
and a dust storm. She took it all into the mist.
Pulling the thick cord behind her, attached snug at the waist. The other end secured by a crisp locked word to a tree at the edge of the thicket. A tree that marked where. Before it all disappeared.
Fourteen small steps inside. A damp salt eating away any regret. A pungent depth of fragmented clay. Nostalgically she picked a chunk of skin out from her shoulders to leave in every gasp of clear air; in the empty sponge she traversed through. All feeling of bottom ground.
As the blood poured down her back, it was evident that the only thing that was still living was the connection between her feet and what she imagined was the earth below. Sight, color, sound were all one repetition. Over and over a gentle tug towards starlit youth.
She could sense but not possess. The weight of the rope lifted as she furthered herself away from where she came. Where possession was a sickness, the white plague.
The rope must have weighed a hundred times her at least, causing for rest and deep resilience against returning to where she had bound herself.
The grass blades around her were singing.
The thick iron rocks below, sustaining her blood loss.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
aphelion and apogee
repulsive
choreographed youth
left swept under rugs
that span
provincial boundaries
decorative skill
nausea of thoughts
and all of my dignity
all that I abhorred
and held close to touch
repulsive
his figure in my pencil
and I have agreed to
alienate my patterns
q-tip constellations
a dug out hole where
I used to hide
the warm shiny things
where with heat
the minerals grew
from specs
to self blown volcanic pockets
when I become meteors
when I can sense my heat burning dry
leaving my points
remaining anomalous
I
we
and souls of the past
are of aphelion and apogee
choreographed youth
left swept under rugs
that span
provincial boundaries
decorative skill
nausea of thoughts
and all of my dignity
all that I abhorred
and held close to touch
repulsive
his figure in my pencil
and I have agreed to
alienate my patterns
q-tip constellations
a dug out hole where
I used to hide
the warm shiny things
where with heat
the minerals grew
from specs
to self blown volcanic pockets
when I become meteors
when I can sense my heat burning dry
leaving my points
remaining anomalous
I
we
and souls of the past
are of aphelion and apogee
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
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