February 2012
9 posts
“Fuck!”
– Someone who realized something they shouldn’t have
“So brother, raise another pint
Rev up the engine and drive off in the night...”
– Murder By Death
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Inheritance
Collect your baskets to hide collections of artifacts. The fact is art is colonized to the container. The contained are living content in a contradiction of simplicity.
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Limited Features
Power sweeps in the current to a destination of progress. Bringing the light and the waste to err on the sight of prime-time Television. Now relax and enjoy the show that modern man has anticipated in an attempt to overcome the tales of gods.
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“At Least Act Like You Like It”
Tonight we’re under covers. Behind the disguise of star-crossed lovers. So Cross my heart and feed me lines. Use the directorial vision in your eyes.
Maybe this acting will start to get better. Now we stand on a tiny side stage. The curtain calls are pointing at my extended age.
But I’ve forgotten all my single one lines. (And the audience is losing all interest
in this story
for the...
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There's No I in Art
maybe you’re
just down
and out.
so count me
in.
i’ll
let you
win.
Our thoughts
have grown
slim.
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“The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead.”
– mewithoutYou
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Spam is an Invented Word
At some point in the timeline of businessmen there was a shift from proving they are honest to proving they are not robots.
January 2012
33 posts
How to Be Well Adjusted
Tear out
every page
you read
lick chew now
open it backwards and
regress.
the stress is killing me
like the old woman and the sea.
my soul’s
stopped itching
to leave.
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Terribly Two
Deny your red hands attached at the wrist. Pass the punishment to your favorite hero or spaceman. Or maybe the soldiers with their frozen stances passing glances down the green barrels towards the infinite battle.
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Here’s Your Love Poem!
Let’s stay and waste away until our bodies decompose. Flesh peels from your face. Ligaments come out of place. Bones hollow to dust. If we have souls, they’re tight with lust and weaving through the ground to haunt this town. Until a great big green vine will eat us to twist, tangle, wine and dine.
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“So half blind, we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood.”
– mewithoutYou
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Incomplete Self Portrait
As a god,
I pressed
wet and dry Earth
between fingers
of wind and sunshine.
Measuring hours
with days
and days
with minutes.
Cavities open
for some heart
and stomach.
The skill of sculpting
to scaling back
little eyes, lips and nose
have caught my breathe.
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Ithaca
I find your unquestioning faith Leading to a space Where the stars grow dim Swaying with solar winds. Follow me Into the sea As calendars pass Sails at full mast. Thoughts flowing In the chest of waves. The wind’s been blowing. For three thousand six hundred days. Follow me Into the sea As calendars pass Sails at full mast.
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I'm Tired all the Time
Every night! my mind’s full of spreadsheets. When the day ends, and I’m lying on the bedsheets.
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Basement Shows
Punk is better than you.
I don’t care if you dye your hair blue.
You never meant it when you screamed,
“Possessions never meant
anything to me.”
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Lying Down
Words have lost all importance. I’ll fake the pheromones and develop a way to tell it slant. Falling flat under you r feet and out between the crack in the door and the swollen floorboards.
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Heaven Enough
I measure streets of gold in ounces of flesh. Given a prince, a witness, an account to lend me a ticket. Alone with a travel log to make myself Obtuse with false imagining.
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One in Seven Billion
I saw the best minds of my generation drinking in the street. # Dreaming of everything as seen on TV. # Struggling to provide a decent tweet. #
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There's Usually Tomorrow
I’m falling
in love
with the document
I’m going
to write
the night
the stars
stop
guiding my life.
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Piss the Sink Drunk
There was no loss of artistic expression to your face. My day was muted in the gut from seven too many whiskey shots. We spoke, maybe, of counting nights in my tip-toed twist.
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Snow Day
We kept close: Bodies warming as we walked, Snow melting through shoes, Hearts melting through chests, Bones shaking through epidermis, Running out of known words to speak with tongues frosted to teeth. The snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, Like the decent of their final end.
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Another Night, Another City
On this night, I find myself standing between the bones of buildings rising in the city with a life of its own. A pulse beating deep between the glass and stones filled with the lustful moans of people safe in their homes. In this moment the city reveals its skeleton in the colors of the setting sun. Calcium cartilage making connections with the opaque flesh of the young. Street...
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She Said a Decade's Long Enough
My mind’s on my money.
My money’s paying bills.
Tonight I’m getting drunk.
Drinking whiskey from the well.
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Midwest Falls
The spreading silk from sweet ears of corn grasp out like tentacles. Combine reaping, threshing, winnowing. In a skyline distorted by the dust to feed an ocean’s worth.
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From an Alien Introduction
Once upon a time,
the weather
caught
my attention.
Drifting
between rain
drops
and sunshine
falls
and a little
conversation
with a stranger
to this planet
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The Post Intellectual
A caffeinated circle laminates the spot where time was spent creating characters with foreign accents achieving and failing at frightful events. Dreaming of Rock Star Status among groups that no longer exist as some excuse to create a hidden tryst.
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The Year the Cow Died
At two weeks old, the inches of snow lost the thought of purity when it began to melt and mingle with the mud. Outlining the body of the crime scene investigation. The head was lifted by the ear and a chain wrapped taught around the neck. Raw intestinal gas escaped through the nostrils as a last defense against movement. My father dragging soldiers through a desert. My brother and I drafted...
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Cubicalism
fall asleep at your desk. be still. dream of power points. rhythmic keys to your back. rat tat clack. artificial breeze passes cramps in the knees. word keeps the thoughts once you leave.