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our heels are humming in a magic friction
fraught with incoherencies, a dazzling fiction caught against
our deepest insecurity: no lover in the weeds
can save you
no concrete humility can fix the flames licking at your lips,
lashing at your hips-- imagine cracks forming in the creekbed,
whir and stir,
as you become some unrecognizable landscape, no longer anchored
to canvas (Kansas blues, and greens) now rendered in painful and exquisite detail
open a mouth and suffer all its steam;
burn in old vibrations and / a thin drumming of the veins / an ultraviolet sound
pooling all your blood against the rim, as it struggles to get out
and know this, traveler:
you are not home, not ever
fraught with incoherencies, a dazzling fiction caught against
our deepest insecurity: no lover in the weeds
can save you
no concrete humility can fix the flames licking at your lips,
lashing at your hips-- imagine cracks forming in the creekbed,
whir and stir,
as you become some unrecognizable landscape, no longer anchored
to canvas (Kansas blues, and greens) now rendered in painful and exquisite detail
open a mouth and suffer all its steam;
burn in old vibrations and / a thin drumming of the veins / an ultraviolet sound
pooling all your blood against the rim, as it struggles to get out
and know this, traveler:
you are not home, not ever
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
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
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an ellipses is just three hard stops strung together
I'm sorry if this is too... whatever it is. I was trying to write a thing for a thing, but then I missed the deadline because I couldn't get it to work the way I wanted. Then I got annoyed with myself and went nuclear and edited it with a sort of creative viciousness that only happens when I'm frustrated with myself as a writer. It became a totally different thing.
In a funny way, I sometimes find that the resulting intensity from that frustration produces some of my more interesting thoughts.
I'm sorry if this is too... whatever it is. I was trying to write a thing for a thing, but then I missed the deadline because I couldn't get it to work the way I wanted. Then I got annoyed with myself and went nuclear and edited it with a sort of creative viciousness that only happens when I'm frustrated with myself as a writer. It became a totally different thing.
In a funny way, I sometimes find that the resulting intensity from that frustration produces some of my more interesting thoughts.
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A lot of beautiful imagery here. Thoughts strung together making magical harmony.
I liked this quite a bit.
I liked this quite a bit.