January 2012
131 posts
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Too Late To See
no sleep until i come back, no sleep til you’re eyes are so black you can’t see. no sleep across the rockies nor over the great lakes. no sleep at jfk, no sleep above ithaca, the finger lakes. no sleep until it’s too early for me and for you it’s too late to see.
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Readers
hello reader. followers don’t read. they click every last thing. please don’t bother. hello reader. don’t be a follower. followers oops write rebuttals for me and never started reading
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To Be Young In Coydog Country
when i was young i’d go to my friend’s house in the country. his neighbors had a small herd of goats and to protect them they bought a llama. this was coydog country. we were at an age of innocent cruelty, my friend and i, so we sometimes threw crab apples at the llama’s rump. when they got the llama it was fairly young, though very large. as it grew bigger the llama began to...
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Tendency And Tenancy
a room full of books; a pile of bottles; a couch full of quarters; a collection of pebbles; a painting from a song; a poem about dancing: evidences of tendencies, evidence of tenancy; all sold with the home and a bed, once well worn
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between the hudson and wales i find things they don’t sink but keep em they don’t float but i keep em so they don’t sail or fly in the sea
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vulgivagus:
particles, minutes apart from dust. I looked around my hands I looked around my wrists and they danced. I didn’t know if luck was the jar or what fell into it.
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Pencils
puts down the pen puts down the pen puts the pen down picks up the pen picks the pen up puts the pen down, picks up a pencil. walks away
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Under The Stairs And Through The Trees
go under the stairs not up. go! go under the stairs and through the trees. they chew sticks not cigarettes and black giraffes walk in packs. go! under the stairs not up. go under the the stairs and through the trees and you’re almost there
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The Valve For the Vowel
you perfectly i i i gulp aloud. i make a loud frog noise when i tell you imperfectly. i i i release. for me you’re easily the valve for the vowel. when i tell you perfectly we turn verbs to nouns.
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amon approaches the window. so does amunet. at the same moment she raises her left hand. amon raises his right. they wave.
FIN. that is all i’ll write about sad things like that today… with sincere apologies to my readers.
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some men and women have hearts of beasts. untamed they can devour their host in a single sitting, at least 200 pounds in a day. they say this is the nature of beasts: they never know why or who they eat
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i try to feed the pigeon but it snaps its wing at me. when it expires i try to free it. but this always stays new to me. it won’t leave.
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You And Me
we’re born in the street. you and me. we are born without feet like fawns. we crawl to the lawn and grow fat on grass. we crawl to the forest, get lost. you and me, we turn into moss
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maybe famous people die in threes but friends i know they die alone
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Sons
we went ice fishing and i ran back to the car leaping between and over the doily frost speckled frozen mud where in fall tractors left their tracks with five foot wheels and i fell down. 15 years later we learned i broke my arm
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How Do You
how do you move so well in your sleep? i’m nailed to the mattress but feel every spring move. they tickle me. it’s like being stoned alone and the world goes by but you stay in one place i sleep like a beach, you sleep like a wave and when we’re awake it’s the same. how do you move so well during the day? my body goes everywhere, i’m taped to the air. every step you...
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i have a crystal tooth. it isn’t worth anything. especially if i bite everything. i only eat what can’t be chewed.
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one fair morning the great owl awakes and makes us all from the pile of hair and bones beneath the great nest. some get the good parts and run and never look back. the rest stay. they stand and stare up at the nest.
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if i told you once, i told you hundreds: raccoons are cats with more thumbs and more clean. no cat would wash a cookie in a stream. never. not once in a hundred dreams
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cigarette machines have buttons like 28 keys. you should be able to play them while i smoke and you drink. quick. lets open 28 things
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the hearts of eggs are softer than gold, so it is rare they fall from trees. baby birds are harder but easier to see
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sometimes when i walk (footstep after footstep i forget to breathe) the rhythm puts my lungs to sleep. i carry a polished mirror to test if air leaves my head (if i really had to breathe footstep after footstep i couldn’t and wouldn’t last) a single breath
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you do it for the taste you do it to stay awake you do it to escape you do it to stay escaped you do it to remember you then do it til you’re sick then you do it to forget that you do it for a change
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Favored Stain
hot coffee on a new shoe. pink bleach on a black sleeve. blood on an off-red hoodie. a drip of orange juice on blue jeans. a smudge of teal eye shadow on a white skirt. a pool of rainbows on a wet driveway. fingertips dipped in sticky soot from burnt wood. which stain do you favor?
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stop
touching
it
can
be
opposite
cold
things
can
shiver
when
they
get
hot
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We Wind A Sound
bells go ring and warm whips of wind do wooosh while the cork is gone and bells go ring but that isn’t this, bells. so much comes out when the cork is gone; we drink it all when we wind a sound
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i change it with postscripts. rewrites. i dress it differently. change one piece. one part. i put a dress on it. i sew it pants then make it sit naked. run it back 100 times. 50 times that. i wonder what you’d think. i never change my mind. i’d do it again. millions of times.
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American Poetry
golly go west, have kids, stay east; learn school while in it. learn work without it. golly go south, have kids stay north; fall in love, say golly
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I See Every Colour
the lack of colour you fake best but never go far. when things turn black you turn blacks to greys better. you work best in stripes of white. with too many matte blacks you tightrope english curbs and edit greys for miles, years, or just spring to summer. when you say it in black and white i see every colour.
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Olly Olly Oxen Free!
who sings songs and acts out the sun on valley view drive casting shadows on the kennel? who climbs trees when they run through the meadow? who sang through the trees like a field and hung by the knees leaving upside down notes on the leaves? who knows. i hide on the roof and sing come out! wherever you be! olly olly! olly olly oxen free!
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Vapors & Swoons
i mythologize right? and make up tattoos to put in my left brain. i mythologize how to say it too. i lie like my thumb right? i hold it up to the fireplace in the center of the room. thumbs up. i touch it with my tattoos. my right brain faints and mythologizes vapors and swoons
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I Fucking Hate Blankets
Early can’t run. even in her sleep. i bring Early to the stream when she has blood issues and gently set her in. for months.
the water is cold but she likes it. three weeks since she’s eaten. five months of becoming thin. she stands and sniffs. she cannot swim. she isn’t old. Early cannot
eat. she feels
the water
though. i wrap her in a blanket. so she cannot breathe....
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Somethings
Somethings are hard to say, So you write them. Some things Are impossible to write, so you Do them. Some things can’t be done, So you say them. Somethings Aren’t Some things. You can’t make them.
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hello. i have one sad one & one dumb one. i have one black and white & one love one. plus a reblog. tonight. see if you can tell which is which (there may be less, there may be more. but it should be mentioned: they may be one poem)
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Little Splashes
i splash you
to make
you up.
i do. i splash,
you splash
what i splash
exactly.
you splash
me back
then
rush off
the roof where
we pool
and make
a pit
of patters. they are
little splashes
mere
pitterpatters
we are
little
splashes
of dust and ashes
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Wet From The Bottom Up
some do it like fences they get wet from the bottom up. or some they leak down to top. and you can slip your way past the slippery parts. they shine and glow. slide up stand thus and dodge, roll, slide right, tip-toe but it’s just as nice to reverse it though
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Blood Problem
i assign the ants from my eyes to the blood problem: it’s the blood they see better, they swim better than me. maybe today i walk in the water to put ants in the ocean
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when i write to you i write at night and i wear three jackets and i write outside for hours at a time. there is a man down the street who reads things in the morning. he wears five coats. i always stop when i walk past and say for a moment hi. it adds up to hours. time is funny. you’re younger, he’s older and decades are worn like coats, moments like things i wrote.
fabled-foreigntongues:
Wolf Like me - TV on the...
plenty of new writing tomorrow. promises, promises, promises. i promise.
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Watch
This is a video of me panthering (for those who wondered what panthering was) a friend of mine after working at the bar one night. Do not attempt. That is me doing the panthering with a tie on my head. Enjoy :)) PS: I usually jump over these kinds of people. Panthering requires that you attack them like a panther.
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Conformity Is Important
lincolnneal:
conformity is important, which
is why i am not in love anymor
and this art is not art at all bec
it don’t fit in this fickle little box
And you being this prettiest swi
to turn me on, i am sorry, due t
space constraints you can’t turn
me on anymore because that’s
what the space dictates. confor
is important, which is why i am
not in love anymore. and this
art is not art...
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out and about you pick up the pint and the shot with one hand. with the other drape your neck with another scarf. i (touch and smell both with my fingers. my eyes) shut tight until parts of you take them.
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Sweeping
we have cricks and mist and wolves with sweaters because they’re cold and they round five times matting their bed and close their teeth. we have sheets and skin and we take all day until we put our sweaters away and sweep. nothing against brooms, we make up dreams about wolves running in cricks. we spin five times sigh and forget sweeping. we sleep in dust and everything.
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when i was young we had a stove in the middle of the room and the smoke pipe snaked across the ceiling i’d say it curled but it was as bent as the smoke that sneaked out it. i put my thumb on it. i already knew what hot was. it’s strange that so many snakes and wood weren’t born, but sneaked around. you weren’t born yet.
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Hares Don't Knit Hats With Straps
a hare in the yard would run (tied at the foot. the lucky ones do, by yarn and knit) the world a knotty new cap. if there was one. so i tell raccoons their babies are cute. and an opossum hangs down from a branch, quietly jealous. it’s rare if hares knit hats with straps
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at risk of melting tiles, i use a very, very sharp knife and dice shallots. the kitchen window goes blind, one side steam, one side ice. tomorrow we’ll chop the scallions.
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wind blows
down 11th
and vibrates
the mail slot
by the door
like a cat
crying
crows pull
sticks across
the skylights