January 2012
131 posts
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The 14
wait for it.
i wait like my cat used to
because
busses is an
old word
for
kisses like kitty
carlisle waited
for me i
await
the 14
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#poetry
the best aggregate of fine writing on tumblr:
http://poeticallyprofound.tumblr.com/
please follow. not because i’m on there. he just has the best taste. he gets my tumblr award (if i get to give one.)
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Resolute
i unfollow hearts. i do. i do this from time to time. you can’t chase. and i can’t see. i blow out your knees. you blow out my eyes. years blow by. i follow hearts. i do. i do this all the time.
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happy new years, portland!
fuckyeahportland:
be safe our there, kids.
December 2011
117 posts
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Sand
things like these we make up at night one by one and every day they leave every night i dive for clams that spit when i run past i awake spitting sand and go to sleep
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something counts slightly more, all being equal, something sees light first
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Adirondack Meadows
between these
pretty blue lakes
are blank
spaces and
oceans have
no place to
stay. our spot.
where trees
you have named
go when they
get tired of
catching rain,
everything looks
like antlers, elms,
reclaimed by
mastodons & witches
and adirondack
meadows, when
we drive past
make that face
i like to make
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Daudle
my fingers are numb as
spines but i read them like bumps, nothing from skulls
but it’s cold as the inside by
old calendars where you can see water
but skulls, always cold, always daudle
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Zaxxon
i believe that casting calls exist and also in the reason; you should always know how well someone is at being something else; but who doesn’t have a script? who doesn’t have a camera? no one is ever taping when you make this. you write like zaxxon. it’s a side scroller from the 80s. i rather like it
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Spilled Ink
listen, elf ears can hear ink spilled on little hands, and paint tiny coats, but elves don’t know what is in pens
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No One Is From England
geese are white
streets with
walls
/
it makes
perfect sense to
be certain about where
geese fly from.
they went
south. it
was clear.
they honked;
they flew
from the
north
/
supposedly it was the
biggest V
ever. i doubt it.
/
it was december,
end of the
year,
in the north,
they didn’t
speak anything called
/
english
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this is east coast rain. i love it. i have a great porch. it is warm. this is a good hard winter rain for portland, oregon. we’ve had a few. it feels like… home? like this is home. i do not miss snow. good job, rain storm. i have forgotten my point, if i had one.
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Wish You Knew
i sell fins and scales and skin (and call days it) instead of she or him (i wake them) best i can i wish you knew this means (i find them in my hands) and smile, and place them into bags (of eyes it’s dark in)
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Gone Swimming
by echoes next to pace is patience and for all that touching, need lives by itself in wells
and waits. jump down we’ll swim in sound then bounce
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tout est fini
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The Quay
lincolnneal:
theres
monstrous scales they use
to weigh whales and
flukes scrape
the waves a dog bides
the tide and
fetches bones
by the quay they
sink and grow scales
and live far far away
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“Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.”
– tennessee williams (mon favorite)
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I Am Not What I Eat
lincolnneal:
turn
the
crank
and breath
becomes words
becomes meat, just
ground beef, turn the crank
to feed. and how you feel about
you is clear, like what i receive. but i am not what i eat
i have an uncommon urge to fill up all this blank space.
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We Wave
lincolnneal:
without bait the bobber
dips the current
pulls the lead
the reel unspools we win like whales
we wave like fish at books
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Ko mo do
with bellies of goats one of many, like so is komodo, so what is it like komodo, komo do, kom odo is one pink sand sticks to white bottoms and pink parts so dragons swim like so
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Ex-Alphabet
what is it when it doesn’t; is it the same when it does; what is it doing; what was it having; what were you saying; say what it does; is it different when isn’t; index it directly; see what it does; it fucks up the directory; spell how it has; spell it as haven’t; tell us what happened; tell us what hasn’t;
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I am for some
vulgivagus:
a dot between what other’s have dotted for me and what I have failed to place one by dot (I am for some) and dot I am flailing about (y)our existence, sentence to me to the end
dot
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Celeste Part Three
the cave entrance was shorter than celeste so she had to stoop carrying Norman the Cat like hand muffs over a sudsy tide pool of fractured sand dollars and starfish which wet the hem of her plain white dress
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Electrocute
it comes in the roof where pigeons roost and their feathers stick to the wall like tissues in this place or paper nests from stinging insects i love how a trickle of water flows through itself on a red wall inside, over chairs and mixed tables and paintings to pool against the floorboard dipped in christmas lights
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Tomgirls
tomboys love tomgirls with the greatest of scraped knees
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Air Escapes Ice (Errors Escape Twice)
air escapes ice and squeaks as mountains slide while mouths relieve lamps of heat like valves and have earrings on their cuffs. without which too many words like hair and lice and errors cannot be erased. they escape twice
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touch, you're it
birdswrds:
ribbon round her
blue prized
original
the flavor of 1893 tar roof top teeth black and, that scent of she trapped sunday
skipping one
to the
other
pigeon wire;
fingers caged
holding in her mouth
a cup of
city steam
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What Comes From The Gun On Your Thigh
lets be our best. make lost our best shoes in dark daisies by fire bugs in the grass and echoes of laughs because of names on the stones and why not? families of raccoons (the mommas hisssk when i ask) what comes from the gun on your thigh— ribbons or leg bones? we are down by the highway, the median, the highway is closed so we pee on our favorite lost shoes. no cops can see. it is daisies
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Cheshire, Connecticut
an olio of eggplant dungarees and plastic covered davenports 60 minutes and a basement packed with unsold fuller brushes shamefully did you warsh your hands? i answer margarine. did you warsh behind your ears? i answer oleo.
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We Wave
without bait the bobber
dips the current
pulls the lead
the reel unspools we win like whales
we wave like fish at books
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Fibula And Tibia
the pond is full of fibula and tibia and salamander eggs and rising from capillary action, water bugs and surface tension something thrashes in the trees then adrenaline; lets run away— there’s a place in the field where it’s safe at night the grass is crushed, and the deer take turns sleeping
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Anything You Can See
you seem to have foreign black & white photographs of me doing things; they don’t mean what you think; pictures don’t mean anything; you can see
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Catch And Call
Await vessels,
Of magic found, And sayings exhale, To staunch these, So solemn, Cool to breath, Saved as maps, Incomplete, For East is true what’s three and one, But messages, On a ship, In a bottle, In a desk, In a house, Surrounded in, Claws, stars, Known as yet sparks, Await.
Your cat’s-hand print, May know the West yet, And carry notes, Like one and three, Veins, Arms and hearts,...
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First Sons Of Thin Farmers
phosphor doesn’t burn
whiter than when your feet
leave the snow. footprints
end in the middle of the field,
you float to the woods. i
saw from my window. first sons
of thin farmers have second
sight, did you know?
well, tis the season to be happy with what we have. take nothing for granted. happy holidays y’all.
(end/ homeless in charleston post-rant. enjoy)
xox
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Swamp Yankee
lincolnneal:
coarse hair beside me on
borrowed furniture, the box fan
comfortably rumbling, far off hollering of
king street punks and
pool ravaged rednecks, and
lolling spotted yaller dog tongue;
they is buried there
in southern heat and sweet swamp sun.
and we was by the ashley river with the storks,
a black southern dog panting in the dark,
born and raised by
kids catching minnows...
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North Charleston
lincolnneal:
ashley avenue
can hold more
cops than you
might imagine in the space of one block
/
there were seven with
plumes of blue smoke by
the white looming ambulances
/
my brother! my brother!
my brother! someone was crying
near quiet murmuring faces
in doorways, hands on hips and
houseclothes,
cops jotting, glancing nervously,
smiling.
/
might the neighborhood erupt on...
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A Boy
lincolnneal:
yellow
four petal
flowers shoot up
from the crabgrass
with a ferocity normally reserved
for animals.
/
beaming at the sky
mouth agape,
a child discovers these april weeds
/
and offers them
to his mouth
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Pigeons' Feet
lincolnneal:
god is a ring size
and fantastic
with red cars and
dirty pigeons and
a man and woman
makes haste outside
handsomely dazzling
the old folks who pretend
to read their maps, a
mustache quivers, a
body somewhere leans
back in
ecstasy in drunkeness
from music from drink
the street shakes
the ghostworld and
we forget, casual-like,
texting in hushed rooms
that an orgasm
...
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Voyeur
lincolnneal:
the faint light
across the street from
the vacant lot,
orange and
faded
through the two rows of
empty branches fencing the
road,
a window
open
appears as fire
barely flickering
as voices were heard
discussing from there
other windows
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Fear of Bleach
lincolnneal:
when you hear a giggle
downstairs, you know i’ve gone.
/
a woman wearing no
shirt is being lead
like a child to bed
and hoping to be sick.
/
the occasional blast
from the radio is reassuring but unpredictable.
like stains on a favorite shirt.
and bleach could ruin it.
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Things That Have You
lincolnneal:
private immersions.
perfect. and a naughty
black dog
appreciating a
ripped navy brazier with
tooth and slobber.
the radio
twelve am
blinking.
a desklamp smeared with
something.
a black eye,
bruised rib,
purple shoulderblade.
a spattered time magazine
arrogant and bland,
where i think i read
it is
nice to like the things that have you
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had sex
again slept in storage shack. bumming money for many days now. few smokes. growing paranoid of sleeping out in the open.
spent half our money on strawberry milkshake.
20th birthday
march 12
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monthly-minder
Notify: mother. Julia hearts lincoln. Allergies: none
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calhoun
851-6623. labor people. apply at L.M. on calhoun. oyster factory north market. dog must see vet
sweet
heart
yer baby is
the softest
yet
we live
here. in the
black of
a so-called
so-so
O yer
softest baby
best
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@ lord ashley
march 4th, Notes: ILL. we have $26. stayed at Lord Ashley. i hit dog too hard. got fucked with by cops
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ept k
kept behind
paintings
in a open
shack
you fainted at the notion of coal miners leaving wives behind and
kept behind
the paintings
the dirty bed was
close, at least,
to daddy
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shack. code
january 6th slept in storage shack. code, I= itchy. S= stomach. M= menstruation. many spider bites. Wolf moved in. dog went to vet