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Skipping StonesCarpet fibers carry vibrations across the room. They aim to expose my affectations,Skipping Stones
but stop dead diffused by the soles of my shoes.
He's cross addicted from cigars to the sea air and doesn't smell the way I remember, more salt than spice on his breath while holding conversations in foreign tongues. I scream of
feeling stifled as he skips stones on bathtub water. He remains unchanged, watching each
one float and I wonder if I should repeat myself for effect.
Now I'm cursing him, throwing French profanities around sharply like shots
fired from a revolver. He doesn't care for critici
by ~caricature-kisses
Apples FallApples Fall
1. White paint is a farce to hide a wall covered in palindromes. i.e.- {Never odd or even.} {Won't lovers revolt now?}
How tragic, [cigar, tragic] to find that the wall had been painted over.
2. Don't sins make for the best stories? [Don't nod.]
You showed me gravity and poems without rhymes.
A world where apples fall.
3. Speaking eulogies burns my throat like cokes with too much carbonation.
You catch it like a cold.
Wood wears through crushed velvet, slipping through my stockings.
My knees are splintered, and she claws into
by ~caricature-kisses
Lipstick on Diner MugsEvery day she leaves herself behind. Glitter in taxi cabs, lipstick on diner mugs. By noon she feels naked but remembers how to dance.Lipstick on Diner Mugs
she starts to see herself everywhere, in the faces of watches and waitresses, and buildings with graffiti. She sees herself there too. Saxaphone players spray-painted on concrete, words on brick reading "Jesus is your friend."
"Was that written for me?" she asks. "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar."
"Then what's smoke?"
"I am." he replies Asbestos in the cieling is falling to the floor. It's burning while she's breathing, and she inhales an ambig
by ~caricature-kisses
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the plasticized quantum theoryalabaster immortality une voleur honteux slip of the tongue in each saturated pore spectrum rehearses its symphonythe plasticized quantum theory
crooked whispers of a flute a glimpse of blue infinitude quiets the confines of los alamos ¿quién es él? eso piensa
en kaleidoscopes
paralysis in the peristalsis jewel in the vitreous humor
phosphorescent anti-matter
until it watercolors the poison of psyche
papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember a quivering effigy splinters the moon instinctually
the mirrore
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elephantasmathis is forgetting: moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh made hollow with lead.elephantasma
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Summer's GirlI am gathering flowers for my girl. She waits beneath the cherry tree, couched among the leaves upon the grass.Summer's Girl
Her beauty is no small thing, and through the shady boughs Summer's breath turns the twist of her braid.
The sun is sweeping clear the morning, turning over slowly into midday before expiring into unseeing darkness.
These garnered blooms still hardy though, despite the shortened moments of their existence, they will colour the chestnut hair I love.
In truth, I cannot stem this smile, this attitude of quiet pleasure; she ha
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When I Will Tell ChildrenWhen I am a mother my hair will be waves like the hair of my mother before me. My children will long to lay mortar. In the heart of this city I'll show themWhen I Will Tell Children
a towering slender steel building which tapers, is topped by
a drunkard's idea of spacecraft. I'll tell them, "America pierces the sky with a saucer for nothing except for so people can reach it, so people can pay for the fact they have reached it.
America's captured a sky, and the sky was not always
as blue as the eyes of my parents before me."
In the heart of my home in the dark
I will say to my
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- Current Residence: Lumberton NJ
- Interests: drums, toga parties, coffee, concerts, life.
- Favourite movie: Detroit Rock City
- Favourite band or musician: streetlight manifesto
- Favourite genre of music: ska/punk/indie
- Favourite artist: andy warhol
- Favourite poet or writer: gustoboy
- MP3 player of choice: ipod shuffle
- Personal Quote: Punching tim's ass is like punching a brick wall.
- Tools of the Trade: erm. a keyboard? i do most of my writing in Notepad.
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