February 2012
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The Internal Above
Still wondering about quieted scratching, a weapon splinters in coarse fabric. Dawning a coat, Protect me from this crawling arachnid (zipper snags on skin), Cold shall eat my hands & an asymmetrical staircase warps glass floors so the rain in the gutter flows sideways. Heaven lies beneath my trembling shins, & I can't make it down the steps.
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Constricted Conscript
Found something fascinating cast in crystal
my feet send earthquakes through Persian carpets
near the banister; mystical
in the hemorrhaging, complacent in my binding
meretriciousness, words tumble
over the tongue like syrup.
Sip bureaucratic brains through bendy straws, tall
like oversized pixie sticks, colored powder
the same as designer cocaine. Trains stall
in the wishing station,...
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Rows & rows of men in black uniforms stomp their hobnailed boots on the carpet of dead bodies laced together with hatred. I am but another; my hand is raised and my mind is blank, and as I wait the Power gains more from my fist in passivity than I could ever muster from my own volition.
The world is fueled by the will of the few & the robotics of the many.
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There But For the Grace of God, Go I
Tulip petals budding from her laced cuffs,
make-up on a waxed face heavy, head low—
an emerald dress drapes enviously on faulty perfect skin.
her locket turns on chain-link thread, frame & glass
brittle and black by the smokestack’s exhaust.
never wanting to see the sepia photo inside, last
Chances to see façades yellowed—
lips absent—platinum sunrises
through scratched skylights...
January 2012
22 posts
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Credo:
I do not wish to get lost in the dark alleyways of my own mind, to become so callous & intellectual that I find myself without anything to live for except for the cold, biological reality. Somehow, I must both keep my head above the waves while swimming down to the ocean floor, where the sands will shift & show to me the treasures that I may call my own - but I am now fish, and so must...
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drowsiness
the lights in front of my eyelids fade in with the rushing of a tide pool, and out like like the scream of a banshee. Soon, though, I come accustomed to the ebbing of consciousness, and feel my stomach rippling like a silk sheet.
My eyes are two cameras, aiming, adjusting to the dead light, rotating their scratched and sallow lenses to the world, hoping that it might turn out better in a...
Answers to every theological argument I've ever... →
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Shoots - Stephanopolis.
Saw this guy on new...
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and then and then and then
my face leaks like the water pipes in the basement of a brick apartment building:
abandoned by the old house keepers with skin made of canvas and eyes sculpted from glass.
Plants cling desperately onto the shattered window sill, crumpled blue flowers turned to brown.
The noise of the salt water pouring from the tinted steel and black plastic sings a new melody - one that the cat who slinks...
Why don’t I just scream about all the problems I have with the world, as if my own stupid little scrawny, scratchy, and asinine voice would ever make a bit of difference - especially now.
I am a reflection. The metal in my face grows out of my skin as every passing moment demands more and more, I have no answers, I have no questions, I have nothing except my own damned hands and even they...
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