November 2011
63 posts
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Zucchini Soup
on certain days
the phone did
sing to me in fact it never rang on
cloudy days it got wet all
was soaked it never rained and with certain days a million hours
a mile to find a
quiet dry
and fastest
leaf or two to
make too many
jewels for ears for some it is zucchini soup and taste their work
on certain days the proof approves
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All Birds Sleep At Night Or Else
numbers sparkle and crack
like chalk and snap in your hand
like birds’ necks like magic
spoken with feathery lips and i feel
nothing, just painted gold and shimmery
in a glow a light with ought, no source simply
this ambient numbness like the measure of these
nine numbers and zero multiplying and blocking
all lines of sight and sense is lighter than air but
numbers tell what air is...
October 2011
96 posts
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Science
Just
between you and me
gravity is
my favorite subject i
took it outside one
time and coincidentally
heavens are
my favorite
measurement of space i
took it inside one
time and between us confidentially
infinitely small increments of
things fall from the
sky flourescently atmospheres of
everything i have between a single favorite subject
the skies you write and somethings science
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Parallelograms Like Lattices
one threads
white
paralellograms
like lattice
diamonds project their
negatives under
where i am afloat and moving forward
gliding on lines
out of choice not out
of task out of minds simple shapes
enveloped by their natural stillness we glide
quietly, positively, magnetically
and oppositely by white parallograms like lattices
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Not Neatly Pressed As Pleats
easily enough
you wink fifty times so why
don’t you sleep it is easy enough to
walk straight and in some ways
walking’s pushing buttons which
can be neatly pressed as pleats
without touching and sleep lost isn’t
heartbeats found and hearts can’t easily
wink they sleep and stop and pound
and break and burst and start to beat
without thinking
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There Is No Such Thing As Writing
handwriting is so indecipherable. i write quake
it doesn’t move. this is of no interest to words
which do not shake. pose
a room with clean plates. take a picture
they don’t fall down
no such thing, oh, you say
for what is love? print it with plates
there is no such thing as worlds
oh, you, there, hands type, is no such
thing as oh, me, write, oh my
lands there is no such thing as
...
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Fields of Miracles
when angels mate
monsters are made
when tissues
light spiracles,
waterfalls under chimaeras
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Art Is A Method
art is a method. it is one of many. yet it is the opposite of many methods. no method is a gift, though many are strongly offered. speech is a gift, though at times we wrongly suffer for it. and so what is the point of speech? expression. you can express with a gun much easier than with a bottle of wine and a pen. at least the latter helps you parse out which side to choose. the previous is...
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Crazy and disgraceful
I have friends in Oakland……………. And none of them are cops.
http://ows.bylinebeat.com/post/11933577103/video-occupyoakland-live-steam
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A Show Of Hands
of ponie
rides and
pretty deaths we extract a show
of hands and (who thank a kiss forever
well i’d lick your brain
to make it wet) a plurality this
fun word bets on how much
is ridden and how much is
dead A Show of Hands! A Show of Hands! (no one
admits who wakes up
and unanswered plans for make up) pillow be
tween ears, nose in the wall, lips on your feet
...
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I Like Being Caught Not Dashing
i’m never effective when
i run as fast as i can you
must be able to stop, turn
jig and jag and stop and
laugh and i’m much easier
to catch when not showing
off such silly quicks and after all
then what is the point of being dashing
but firstly being watched and lastly caught
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Stolen Scarf
a kept scarf steals
a neck a stolen chance to
secrets say a thing of knots of
wool and warmth is as good if not best
to catch things that flutter like butterfly nets
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Crepuscular
the deep purple morning sky moving
upwards darker always west you show me
exclaiming pink and lines and always
colors show at dawn and dusk i can’t help wanting!
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Part Three
lincolnneal:
there are no more
parts of you to make
i have three
parts one thinks thinks one is hearts
hearts one is body body part two
wants to sleep part two
wants to eat all parts
still agree there is
nothing left but to
part three
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chroniclingmontax replied to your post: are so very peculiar considering i don’t spell it…
was this poem split in half, and then inverted?
Absolutely. Sort of. It was intended to be circular. I very much appreciate the comment because… This was the easiest one. And no one ever asks.
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are so very peculiar considering i don’t
spell it is hard to breathe when
the lights are on it’s easier to smell. touch
is a way to see tongue a tooth your
own bite sounds and nevada the
picture of storms in the desert they
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Part Three
there are no more
parts of you to make
i have three
parts one thinks thinks one is hearts
hearts one is body body part two
wants to sleep part two
wants to eat all parts
still agree there is
nothing left but to
part three
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Ghost In A Hand
a ghost in hand
better that than a
living thing you watch
with while the crows learn
the clothes you wear and how
and when you charge them so
they scatter i’ll take a ghost in a hand
better than a breathing thing you stop and
consider scarecrows are things they know so we
protect potentially with language every single thing with hands
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At the end of the world we sat and dangled our...
“bet i can hit that dead fish?” one kid said.
“no way!” they answered and gathered up some good skipping rocks.
the second they started throwing the fish swam away
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At the end of the world we sat atop the sunset and...
sfmundead:
“Why do fish float belly-up after they die?”
“So everyone knows they’re dead.”
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Southern Crosses
ships collide at night
and carbon copy dots
and dashes to
all the captains’ bosses who did it though while
chasing schools of blue fin
all were driving high as seas and stars come out
at night to wink and spank their soaking
bottoms and fill their sinking
minds with schools of
southern crosses
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Just This Time
a line is fake a brick a
ton of is louder than any
perfect scene of angles of
roofs and how they
fit like teeth of gears if
you just stand right in this spot
and the chimneys are a frame
just this time we’re lucky they leave the
lights on the side of that building looks like bricks are pretty always true
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Breath
while i whistle onto
cuts this isn’t perfect breath the
the one i blew is just the little
one i took
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Add A Text Post
“i thought i’d forget but
these redrocks remember
your slinky ways. can you
climb? trees hang like
ornaments of strings of
stars. midnowhere suits
me well. soon?”
apologies i’ve been on a serious rhyming and weird rhythm tangent for awhile and i need to shake it off. but it’s not the worst rut to be stuck in. fuck! there i did it again it’s goddamn circadian.
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Love & Luck
luck is weighed in good or bad we
have a separate metric for love is
massed in smaller measures is it true is it
false is it first is it long and lost and
the rest is carried so small in hand like
anything precious and heavy we’re happy to drag but
luck prefers big pretty balloons the
one you like it pops and oooh!
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Aberfoil To Goliad
king fisher king fisher breaks horses rocks and snakes where that funny lizard runs on two back legs, rocks bake and freeze, collate like shale, king
fisher king fisher and dallas for fun can drop four out of five with an eye on eight hells and two hourglass guns, king fisher king
fisher called all four outside and got killed by the men who have ten eyes
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English
it is so
so sweet of you
to say but fires and beds act the same they’re made
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A Scissors' Socks
a scissors legs
a volume dials some
snipping sound in
clocks are arms
in spinning loops the
clipping
reads
23:15 and
what time won’t freeze
dripping-sweat-
mid-air-between
/
then 6:19
no shears to weigh the sheep they
slept we remove our locks
like a scissors’
socks
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Sally Belles
sally belles whales sally
gowns with sally bells sail
fiendly pals and ring it once
in every town where sally
wails her pally veils the
sally belles in friendly frowns
but sally does like sally
sounds and sally wrings
all over town
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kyeeko in the cosmos: that's when you kiss me →
birdswrds:
there were branches in the road, walked by them and dragged them farther into it, tried to cover the way they went, but it was no use, the stars were slight and a couple had passed pointing in their direction.
do you believe your sign? one asked.
i don’t think so, the other replied.
maybe…
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being easier said than broken
from the piece from where we
watch it set i’d lie with a wet
face if i stated it is easy to say
where i saw a moon with water
it is so so so so so evaporated
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tarp a twine a color
a way of tying up
a celery. a shallot
a carrot a soup does not begin
with pots. elements
outside roots
a meal a bone a mink a wallet
without a slip a smile a way
to dress and eat and paint new houses to
life and lift a knot your dress
a thousand miles and close and slow and smallest
i figured it out. occasionally when i read things i realize how much i haven’t written a single thing
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you hear
turtles
on the back roads
with glue on their shells
hiss at your wheels. and
olde tropes never heal
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Ambient & Ambiance
in the
morning it’s
heat huffing in
the afternoon it’s
the air conditioning
stuffy in the
evening i wear a
tee-shirt and scarf
and cold showers
and cooking
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Grasp
hands do
help. it could be
the shape i’ve never
known truly
but is it touch that
matters most i’ve
never known truly
it’s the veins the
length the grasp and
if it seems your hands
are truly safe
i’ve never truly grasped
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the fun yellow wild
flowers of
sun and gleaming dust surround
every fun little watered eye
things in soothing
whorls of wild hearts of palm
which whisper lisps
in the mighty tongue
of goldenrod, latin vespers
twinkle say
something when you sneeze
and we laugh until we cannot breath
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ebbingusually replied to your post: all summer nights street lights burn branches…
This is so excellent!
so then you know what i mean :)
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all summer nights
street lights burn
branches and leaves like
stencils of hands onto
found cement sidewalks as art
shimmering pen and ink drawings
all fall days the images
remain etched like bodies
of pompeii and footprints of geese
past eruptions of red leaves
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Pink As Statues
The whispy pink the burl of clouds things you flowers and the like and misses me and mister are still in our stance is stone standing
buried all and ...
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Like Tigers
does your animal book say to wrap around the
world for the sake of sky?
we are joined in dirt.
how many satellites before things
swim again until we sleep
and we hide in water what
do they say those lights like
how come? why so sparkly? while
fur muffs the mouth for a measure
but not the eyes a beat
like swimming tigers we
swear to leave the water
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everyone gets sun growing up in cities; in the country
it rained some. we had fire and ate dirt and slept
when it was snowy and the sun went down
so in the summer we grew stuff in mud
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They You I
their slightly kittenish
tricky face—
they keeps no kitties safe.
abiding only a time, a wind a
turn of tail and tricks a
feline phrase and alarming mrrraaang
tonight you slightly
jump a six
foot
fence. it seems. like it eats heat
sees sleep and lightly
duffs at blowing leaves but ‘tis the treat of season
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Halves Or Hearts
hold the pause the
mattress halts
and nothing bolts like rhymes like
food and body parts or holding
ropes of tied up sparks a flash or zapped in
halves or hearts
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Try To Find The Moon
perhaps a thousand
nights like this we
sing in slang about
the stairs without the
stars the clouds roll
in we play a game in
autumn parks a peek-a-boo on
cloudy flights we take our
turns in writing stories on every landing of every
story keep going up i know it’s dark but try to find the moon
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Some Title Ideas For Your Next Memoir
lincolnneal:
skin crawler,
orgasm, affairs;
-affairs in order-
casket dancer,
big goner, memoir:
getting hit on by fucking mary karr and
she
won’t stop saying i’m a tall drink of water.
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One Eye Is Lying (In Every Picture)
lincolnneal:
my left eye
is perfect my
right eye confides but
you’ll have to trust me my
right eye says
nothing my left eye disguises my
right eye is blind but
you’ll have
to trust me my
left eye sees nothing my
right eye implies
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