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the smoke beneath your bed finally finds you
staring crooked in broken mirrors
searching frantically
for the fire of your former features
forever and ember
still breath and false starts
'til it whispers
sure
the universe is big business
constantly expanding
but the fact of (the) matter is
it desires you deposit d.n.a.
demanding genetic building blocks
on which to lay its foundation
and though the future of father's daughters
is
certainly uncertain
the sun set's assured
eventual
consumption
of
everything
meanwhile
I'm eagerly anticipating the arrival
of the non-linear one-liner
something like:
yes it all implodes in infinity
but buildings retain their names anyway
or
mountains and their silhouettes sit still
yet oppose portraits on general principal
opinions vary
the stars think they're brilliant
the general population favors vague impressions
and
most allow the words
(to escape unnoticed)
staring crooked in broken mirrors
searching frantically
for the fire of your former features
forever and ember
still breath and false starts
'til it whispers
sure
the universe is big business
constantly expanding
but the fact of (the) matter is
it desires you deposit d.n.a.
demanding genetic building blocks
on which to lay its foundation
and though the future of father's daughters
is
certainly uncertain
the sun set's assured
eventual
consumption
of
everything
meanwhile
I'm eagerly anticipating the arrival
of the non-linear one-liner
something like:
yes it all implodes in infinity
but buildings retain their names anyway
or
mountains and their silhouettes sit still
yet oppose portraits on general principal
opinions vary
the stars think they're brilliant
the general population favors vague impressions
and
most allow the words
(to escape unnoticed)
Literature
a song burns dust in our sleep
girlhood falls from my shoulders, a
peeling burn chilled by
the heaviness of sun.
though the burn stings it holds
a past mistake in its red wake--
one i remember in a rollercoaster
of bat calls and shudders
rushing under my nose--
forest caves bending to
refract the light balanced
by the mouth where he sleeps.
my chest decays and regenerates
with each slow peal of laughter
ringing in the middle of
forget-me-always city;
where lights burn brightest
in the air of sureness and curves,
mouths shaking and tired
but dazzling.
(rapidly in-love,
heartily falling asleep
under the oblivious fingers of
walkways too o
Literature
gasoline+sentimental sobriety
she wants a tattoo of a
dozen wax paper boats
fluttering up
the cobbles of her indecency
a disappointing rainbow of
gasoline and sentimental sobriety
but she'll have to settle
for the word
toy
written on her wrist in bold
and the truckload of
testosterone-fueled boys
who confirm everything in her
pretty
little
head
Literature
offerings of a ghost
and there was a vague veracity
in the whisper of your touch
that faded like feathers of frost
before the fevered kiss
of my breath.
winter settled slowly
down the curling knots of my spine
the same path
where your lips once burned
like candles in the night,
shadows tossed high
as autumn leaves riding reckless
on the wind.
at times i feel
this cup of bones
will crumble, blood and ash
and only that
and heavy hearts too full to bear
will break against the cool,
upturned cheek of earth
bare of greenery
but veiled in sinking snow.
your every echo is a curse
limned in regret
and the sting of dark hair whipping
in my b
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Hi.
I think your first stanza is about me.
How did you know?
I think your first stanza is about me.
How did you know?