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swallowing the morning glow and
quiet pills:
fawn-eyed and rabbit-eared to
watch the warmth of limbo
touch the
city
going down down down
to where nothing alive
can see
the palls of grey hanging
from streetlights
and i try to find a metaphor
1. (hide your eyes from
penny candy and laughter--
white caravans and
dirt)
2. something less complex than nonsense;
simpler than art and noble habits
purging in the alleyways all the
virgin snow and eyelights
3. maybe it was meant to be this way:
the cold wakes the neighbors
as fate meets destiny to conspire
a way out
a religion
a brothel
a murder that wasn't meant to complete
me or the manifestation
of exposure
and the trees bend beneath
like there's a hurricane instead of snowflakes
quiet pills:
fawn-eyed and rabbit-eared to
watch the warmth of limbo
touch the
city
going down down down
to where nothing alive
can see
the palls of grey hanging
from streetlights
and i try to find a metaphor
1. (hide your eyes from
penny candy and laughter--
white caravans and
dirt)
2. something less complex than nonsense;
simpler than art and noble habits
purging in the alleyways all the
virgin snow and eyelights
3. maybe it was meant to be this way:
the cold wakes the neighbors
as fate meets destiny to conspire
a way out
a religion
a brothel
a murder that wasn't meant to complete
me or the manifestation
of exposure
and the trees bend beneath
like there's a hurricane instead of snowflakes
Literature
Automatic
"Darling"
You say
In perfect syncopation with
Glass shattering in my bloodstream
"I'm sorry"
Rasping
Captivating
Nauseating
Distance and indifference
Bleeding through the wallpaper
As I bend silver hair clips into geometric nonsense
"For everything."
Your fingerprints indelible on my jawline
"I was never"
The taste of ammunition
"Angry at you."
As raw broken bones
Fractured clear through the marrow.
Literature
Nightmares.
I tend to sleep
clutching my chest
my head under a pillow
to keep the monsters
from escaping
I would rather have them inside
feasting on my intestines
then abandon them to the night
That way I at the very least
have something to keep me
company
Literature
Summers Lost
god died today. or maybe it was tomorrow. i can't remember.
"ask anything."
static skies;
grizzled blue
sketching down
to sewer lines:
like a wish
on a dead star.
the feeling of gritted teeth
and fingers crossed
until they break.
shame tasted
like a scalpel
and a brick wall
against my throat.
and i was
chewing concrete
when i said,
"it's okay."
swallowing cinder blocks;
stuffing steel under skin.
sugar-sweet
on my cheek,
like book pages:
"where have you been?"
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As I read this, I was not aware of your intent. I faved it before I read the comments and descriptions. Without that context the poem describes a feeling that transcends your specified intent. Although, metaphorically, the words evoke a frustration that is most intimate within me.
On the note of rape, and I cannot say why, I cannot fathom and have avoided the topic in any form. I find the topic physically disturbing and with no apparent direct cause. Just, mentally my mind recoils. Even this is the most I have ever said and, perhaps, that is a good thing (mind you I will not be able to repeat this. But it is a start).
You have struck between my mind's eye in a myriad of light. I am ... moved.
On the note of rape, and I cannot say why, I cannot fathom and have avoided the topic in any form. I find the topic physically disturbing and with no apparent direct cause. Just, mentally my mind recoils. Even this is the most I have ever said and, perhaps, that is a good thing (mind you I will not be able to repeat this. But it is a start).
You have struck between my mind's eye in a myriad of light. I am ... moved.