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Literature Text
After
a bitter contract dispute, and
lawyers quibbling over
rights to likenesses,
the love of mine
rejected its place
on the cover of Time Magazine.
I am an object
to be photographed,
critiqued, presented
in different lights,
debated, corrected and edited,
passed over, thrown away and
loved by only its creator;
on odd numbered days.
Three shot, following
drunken melee, outside
cozy downtown cafe...
drinks served well past midnight,
always with a smile.
"Turn the best words in
for better thoughts.
As cheap and tawdry as they may be,
lovers they are. No one stands
to tell them not to love.
Move on in a different
vein, as you flow
to and from the heart that powers you."
-The Cheated's Guide to Living, Anatomically
Man tells family 'Life
just isn't the same
without Skip' in suicide note
three months after
dog drowns. Funeral
will be held next Monday.
The grieving and the
gifted lives, combine
with nothing to exchange
but out-of-date numbers;
another story, perhaps.
a bitter contract dispute, and
lawyers quibbling over
rights to likenesses,
the love of mine
rejected its place
on the cover of Time Magazine.
I am an object
to be photographed,
critiqued, presented
in different lights,
debated, corrected and edited,
passed over, thrown away and
loved by only its creator;
on odd numbered days.
Three shot, following
drunken melee, outside
cozy downtown cafe...
drinks served well past midnight,
always with a smile.
"Turn the best words in
for better thoughts.
As cheap and tawdry as they may be,
lovers they are. No one stands
to tell them not to love.
Move on in a different
vein, as you flow
to and from the heart that powers you."
-The Cheated's Guide to Living, Anatomically
Man tells family 'Life
just isn't the same
without Skip' in suicide note
three months after
dog drowns. Funeral
will be held next Monday.
The grieving and the
gifted lives, combine
with nothing to exchange
but out-of-date numbers;
another story, perhaps.
Literature
Untitled
your memory is heavy
I keep trying to unload the weight of you in words
but still I'm burdened
Literature
snowglobe
we hoped it would get bad enough to break glass
that one of our voices
would find the note
to split the window
make a neighbour call the cops
that the dishes would shatter
into too many pieces
to be picked off the floor
we wanted glass in our heels
a trickle of heat
a flicker of colour
in the sun-blank snow
the pines leaned on our doorframe
we waited for them
to pressure in and unfurl
shower our stunned faces
in a rain of needles
knock the teapot off the table
in a blossom of shards
but the trees stood by
evergreen and identical
the same dream of pine repeating
behind yellowing plastic
we painted shut the door
with smi
Literature
Reykjavik For Lezayre
so slip, i stumble. fumble with the
doorknob and your key falls with me
im falling into - there you are
i see you in
these ports and the sea foam shades
of the fog that parts at dawn the day
before i find myself - here you are
i want to be left alone but -
it was the taste, salty and too sweet
it was too much and my tongue
is not appeasing or the tricks
that tease -
come close. still this one last time
there’s something underneath your
skin steady i want
inside
you - to see, how i memorize you
in every gasp that splits the air around
us and when you cum - crashing
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There are parts of this poem that I love, and because of that it will most likely always be a tortured poem as my eyes and mind batter and reshape it, constantly pecking away at what it lacks (and furthering the condition.)
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"Turn the best words in
for better thoughts."
Excellent. I wish it were always that easy. I like this piece.
for better thoughts."
Excellent. I wish it were always that easy. I like this piece.