Lincoln Neal

i stopped drivingtwo years ago. ikilledonce. adeer. i can’t count howmany i’ve...

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 22:47:00 -0800

i stopped driving
two years ago. i
killed
once. a
deer. i can’t count how
many i’ve never
killed

(watching drive for the first time. wow.)

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 21:32:37 -0800

(watching drive for the first time. wow.)

Say

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 21:24:51 -0800

tell me
one thing

you don’t have
to. don’t say

do you know how
this works?

maybe it’s no
use. anything

i know

say one thing
to me

something i
won’t know

tell me
one thing

you don’t have
to say

The Little Shed And The Stairs

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 08:27:00 -0800

I used to sit by the broken fence in my parent’s backyard at dawn. I loved lying on the grass and falling asleep there. There were little mushroom thingys around the logs beside the little shed and the stairs. I used to nap by your favorite fence when my parents were asleep at dusk. I loved being buried in the sand by the sleeping bag. We woke before the clams behind the tide and let them sleep and swam on our backs. In winter sometimes it didn’t snow. We used to ride sleds with feet on frozen grass past the little shed and past the stairs.

alexkwisner: “Dark Side” by AKW today is a holiday for the kids...

Thu, 23 Feb 2012 08:18:35 -0800

alexkwisner:

“Dark Side” by AKW

today is a holiday for the kids in the town

i can’t help but feel sorry for those who have drowned

in the flood of everything we call important

i got too sorry and that’s where the time went

it got cold, it got cold

oh, here it goes

all these things i will not show

in my heart, i don’t know

i don’t know where they go

the night lives inside of me in the way of the moon

i’ve got a dark side to everything but i will light up a room

if only you’d let me in and roll me out on the couch

tell me i’ve helped for the better here

and say you’ll keep me around

it got cold, it got cold

oh, here it goes

all these things i will not show

in my heart, i don’t know

i don’t know where they go

he could be anyone, just let it go

i could be myself alone

i could live this life alone

Right Kind Of Cross

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 21:29:00 -0800

hesitate.
i play spin the
ball. i spit with it
palms. it’s a trick i tell,
a cross across movements.
relax. tell me. while
we play near where you
come from.
where you were. where thrown
from. the ball touches
ground and makes a
cross halfway up
a bounce
beneath your knees.
you lean left and believe.
i’m thin,
i’m light,
you leaned, i’m god and gone. i
crossed you over,
remember? at the park.

New York Poem

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 19:34:00 -0800

New York. where i am from we had fences of
stone left by glaciers. just a slice
of lakes. the
glove factory left. the canning town
ceased to exist. before that
the canal, suffragettes. we made
salt, snow and Indians. the New York
i know is rhubarb and the science of reisling,
wild strawberries, beer, and seasons. i’m as close
to marines on the reservation as anything. or
oz. written there. why not claim
the city with dirtbikes and skateboards
or flower tattoos from Syracuse?

A Drop Of Rain Or Two Or Three

Wed, 22 Feb 2012 18:58:27 -0800

lincolnneal:

when it’s dry and
you’re too long outside
lips deeply believe
if they are more blue than red
it must be cold (and then
so are we) streets glow
with lanterns when fog thinks
it’s a cloud when it’s
dark in my green eyes
fog deeply believes
it can make a drop
of rain
or two or three

Ohmega Watts, “Full Swing” The Find LP 2005Perfect...

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 22:20:00 -0800

Ohmega Watts, “Full Swing” The Find LP 2005

Perfect cypher. Note that term, those who write.
The last three summers I listened to this on repeat in NY and Portland waiting for strangers to show up at the basketball court. This song helps you know me a little better.

Rabbits' Feet

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 21:28:00 -0800

lincolnneal:

i light
3 cigarettes
with 1
match when
married in
may

at dinner
i cross
2 knives and
throw salt
at the devil’s
face

i wear dark
clothing
inside out
at night
and hang
horseshoes
every
day

i open umbrellas
indoors under
ladders and
break mirrors
with my
face

Or So They Say

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 20:47:23 -0800

pure affection isn’t possible to teach.
it’s barely possible to say. no one
does. pure science isn’t possible
to teach. several try. while as
much as touch is anything, everything
else if you do it enough can be
copied though slightly off; it can be
traced, defaced on paper, holes punched
in the page like a face which never
hesitates to explain it’s taught this way
this is how it is done. or so they say

my feet never go fastbut they seem so whenwalking past lights (trippingon sidewalk lines)...

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 20:16:09 -0800

my feet never go fast
but they seem so when
walking past lights (tripping
on sidewalk lines) beside
friends leaving dinner
mouths filled with
feathers and laughing
slowly. it is they who
are hungry later. my eyes
are big as moth’s shadows
by the porch light and
the night grows young
slowly faster and faster

a home should be twohouses honestlywith two hallwaysconnected to a roomwith a medium bed andlarge...

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 20:04:00 -0800

a home should be two
houses honestly
with two hallways
connected to a room
with a medium bed and
large hot salt pool

"I don’t love the idea of love, as do some. I like love. I like love because it turns me dumb...."

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 19:03:00 -0800

“I don’t love the idea of love, as do some. I like love. I like love because it turns me dumb. I love having no idea what is going on. I love the idea of being dumb.”

- me

Sweeping

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 18:46:50 -0800

lincolnneal:

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.

The Color Red Is Mine

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 22:56:00 -0800

i’ve blushed a lot. the color red
is mine but i can shyly share
it. i’ve painted kitchens
crimson when no one said
to. i specifically picked
red to wear at a drive-
through in vegas and
was married and there
are print photographs
time-stamped with
red-eye. i had nose
bleeds as a kid. red was
everywhere. i had a
large nose so everyone
looked but no one mentioned
the dried bricks of red kleenex. so
i blushed a lot. red goes great
with green eyes so i slyly
picked it. for you, red goes
best with wrists within.
the color red is mine. i can
shyly share. i blush. i can’t
put red back inside them

I Give The Title Away

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 17:45:02 -0800

so, after a long few weeks shrouded mainly in death, work and travels home (or, i should say, a place i happily no longer call home) i finally met my sister’s daughter, gloria. i have a small family. my sister is the first of our generation to have a child. she was great. one of those babies that likes to smile but has serious eyes and congenital intelligence. and we had fun, indeed, walking the forested slopes of mount tabor and the rain held off all weekend. however, i found myself chafing at the title of uncle. maybe it’s the sound of the word. maybe it’s the creepy connotation we all grew up with, or how some strange men who aren’t related by blood can be “uncles” because there is no other better term. i would prefer to be mother’s brother. she can be sister’s daughter, too, if she decides she doesn’t like the word niece when she gets older.

Tumblr...

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 17:19:58 -0800

Tumblr Crushes:

Me & Gloria (my niece) 02.19.12

Mon, 20 Feb 2012 16:58:00 -0800

Me & Gloria (my niece) 02.19.12

Camelopardalis

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 22:53:36 -0800

they fall six feet when
born therefor they hate
with hooves and kick. at
twenty hands (shoulder
height) we must forgive
they love and fight with
necks as they’re thick
as men with light heads
and spiked tongues. there
are stars named for them