Once,
while falling into approval's tricky arms,
I saw esteem's corpse;
deafened by allure's sweet, sweet song
on stygian shores.

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Posts tagged poetry

Mar 30

how many lucid transitions
before we recognize
our rusting

sight, and that’s enough.

tangled tree branches

wet flour
tacky in your mouth.

Kid A begs for Numb while
Kid AA begs for relief.

Black cherry pit bark snarl in my heart

A glowing black hole,
a moth to a
fluorescent lightbulb

Grey comfort in transitioning air,
Back in your hometown
Those young smoked lung spots in the marsh
That hug you with fog.


Jul 14

May 15

white blonde fur

is peach.

i haven’t tasted pepper.

we have the bluest blues memorized.

and then we experiment with

muscle memory.

a new species of animal,

vegetable,

mineral.

all of a sudden, i would like to read

a well-reviewed book.

when i think about our drive,

i see road

and grass

and a cloudy sky.

the atmosphere is dry.

your un-watch’ed wrist on my knee.

leather steering wheel.

a random jar of pennies,

nailing the estimation,

I’ve won.


Jan 27

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Oct 1

Aug 6

Blinking butterfly strobe between one hundred forty beats per minute Elbows twisting, allure swimming on a sticky-slick floor, (Night Crawler Hour). Zeitgeists watching over us: the accidental salt pillars of our parents’ genre, amusing one’s using. ~Tommorrow~ you can pick the dirt out from beneath your fingernails, But tonight!


Mar 27

(via anotimp)


Oct 7

good job, that’s good, keep doing that. 

good job, that’s good, keep doing that.

good job, that’s good, keep doing that.

good job, that’s good, keep doing that.

we froze numb trying to search for your

coldest touch

but all we found were lights and sounds

but i didn’t mind

i didn’t mind

i didn’t

i

they filtered in, the whitest ants

and our elbows and knees, mutated siamese sisters

painting portraits as tributes

licking

and

sticking

the paper together

(i’ve never tasted pulp so sweet)

i built a tent

tempt

ed by the crawling lilac light

she gave me glaciers to drink

filtered through

her kitchen sink

bend and tap 

bend and tap

bend and tap

rocket clothes nasa collected

from clusters

beneath the anti matter


Aug 26

Apr 7

Feb 9
"Mushrooms" by Sylvia Plath, 1959

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.

Jan 25