ring aroundshe had hoped for something more dramatic.ring around
he treads softly back to her door,
slams it. and she calls, thank you
and wonders if her lungs are still puffy with tar as she examines her eyes still laden with last night in the spout
of the tea kettle, emblazoned with his fingerprints and she wonders how long they will
stay. and she wonders if it matters if he and she could just as easily
mean anyone.
puzzlingthe world is missing four continents and half an ocean. comforting blue of the seapuzzling
is stacked somewhere near the moon until god comes home
from her granddaughter’s house on the bus with the vinyl seats
and metal springs that pierce holes
in her shopping bags. south africa, the color of a creamsicle
and the size of a matchbook,
is under the table somewhere but god can’t reach it
and she can’t find half of japan but she remembers living there in her white nurse’s dress, starched hat
hair years from grey.
raindanceonce i was azure like the ocean ocean ocean and i repeated every word because it felt so good rolling around in my mouth. because the sky shone with sapphires sparkling like indian names and my eyes shone too when i lay on my back, with grass slipping through my fingers imprinting my palms like mommy's rings when we crossed the street.raindance
and
her nails were crimson
once i was golden like the sun sun sun and the world poured its light as if it were all just for me because the world was as small as i was and
summer in the cityyou taste of smoke and desire (or maybe denial) as we lie here. our hands sweat together and the model on the third floor slithers from skin rising like heat and the city becomes assonance – we are sighing, screaming and the man in 12B who plays the saxophone when he’s drunk (melodies that scrape bottom) leaves for good his young wife and newborn baby wail after him indistinguishably and the door slams and the rooftop rattles (but maybe we’re imagining it)summer in the city
the sky splays emotion like a jackson pollock our limbs cru
JFKmodern artI sometimes forget what it is. What is it?modern art
To be human. Wrinkle
and sour and bruise, and disintegrate like dust from the human limbs that once stood here.
To be finite, penetrable, pale-skinned, brown-eyed, featureless, existing - but is it?
It is poetry. Harlot. Her body so close to yours, you can sense her skin. Pretty-things flutter about
like an acid-trip, as a forgiving, a taste
Poem 20081.Poem 2008
Stands, fingers wrapped around this moment, spits snowflakes into the sand and turns towards Alaska.
2.
Grapples with thought, as it flees from the nest; solemn-spoken, spreads it's wings, burrows like a shovel into the frigid night sky.
3.
Falls. Raining eyeballs, Snowing
bloody noses. Features numb, pressed against sharp, white sand. Attempts to stand. Fails. Thinks "Fuck, There's a violin playing the same song somewhere."
oh the cider monsters.the world is crouched beneath the tiger lilies, lures a zebra into its kitchen and there is an angel made of straw, with ribbon wings and a promise hanging from its wrist.oh the cider monsters.
it takes slightly longer to carry the spiders outside but there is no remedy for death and i am not prepared to call their families with the bad news.
if you stand far enough away, everything deserves to live. the skeletons are smoking in the rain and i can hear faint whistling from hollow eye sockets. the hamsters in the backyard are turning in their graves.
the elephant with
oh, hi.
(also, her usernamethingie is ilisi. go look at her stuff, if you're reading this, whoever you are. it's about a hundred and forty six times better than mine.)
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Minds are like parachutes; they work best when they're open.
clubs I'm in: [link]
so i willll. =]
thanks so much (:
your poetry is so good... whoa
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i tend to listen to rachel, too (: aha
and thanks for the watch, too! it means a lot.
i'm looking forward to reading your stuff, also! right now i'm super overwhelmed and trying to figure this out, ahaha.
sorry for all the exclamation points; i think i'm a little overexcited about this. (;
^_^ Not at all, your writing is wonderful.
Wow, thank you. ^_^ and, mmkay, if you need any help or something, feel free to ask me.
ahaha, it's definitely something to be excited about. ^_^
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