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The Acid
This is Revenge
and it is what I am.
It is like reconciliation,
To who I've been.
If I had any fear left
only the fears left,
then what I am is being
myself to death.
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Literature
Lost Lunchtime
Believe, breathe, bifurcate and cleave
Love archaic, sincere, grief
Time is not a muse, just between
Who you are - who you've been
Seams, steps, subcutaneous themes
Wake, mourning, loss, dream
Atrophy will find a way in
But leave unseen
What's new is ever shiny, clean
Unbidden
As who we were is kept hidden
Beneath
Deep inside a timeless skein we
Scream
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Literature
Somewhere Over the Moon
Tonight's moon was the heaviest I've ever see
The gravity of its grin made me wish to spin
And it dominated the whole circumference of the sky
It's a moon so low and orange and menacing
If I were a witch I'd save up all my spells for tonight
Throw every curse I could under its auspice
"You'll grow a never ending nose"
"You'll feel your ex-lovers apathy"
"You'll be beset by plum pudding"
"You'll be scared of metaphors"
Truthfully if were a witch I'd hide beneath my pointed hat
I'd be aghast at the hollow feeling of my bird bones
I'd be best friends with a siren and kiss her toes
Sing to me beneath the husky drooping crescent moon
Serenade me in your voice that sounds just like its body glows
Orange and heavy and wide and full as 3am to dawn
Lull me to you until that Sweeney smiles gone
To something with a tune like La Vie En Rose
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Literature
Book Markings
for days after i see the rain,
I note the things it does to me,
to have a head that's topped with clouds
and dreams which swirl and whirl-y-gig
my attention goes deep down below
into the soil, into green and black
i thrill to watch the patchwork moss
i thrive to see it grow so fast
wind whisks me through to make me move
more quickly than i can
the air is like loves last caress
I rush to catch its hand
and in all this have i forgot
to do what things I should
my beds unmade, there's bugs that bite
and all my work is crude
tights the word that best befits
the feeling in my strings
there is a world on either side
that i am taut between
and if i lean too hard to one
the other side goes slack
then instantly all that I see's
whichever world I lack
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Literature
The Latest Omens
new omens in the henhouse
what fresh hell is this (fragrance)?
new as eggshells.
I read you old poems
you keep me up to date,
upright and in the stillness of your breath
are ballooning sentiments
inside you.
We want to try, peach and whisky tea;
in the fall we brew it like witches
like Cormorants.
We can't wait till summer...
In a backwards year
leaves fall up and squeam green,
I swit and stammer
first in the pool, pickling.
Its hot out
and I have such a need.
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Literature
The Moon is Shut
the moon is shut,
none watch, this is indifferent
this is out of order
the catch is jammed
we of one journal, unravel
the ditties of dreams
rot on vines overgrown
and stick in the ear like sludge
the nape of your neck
arising like a phantom
and things like: honeybees
piano hands, a little
garden angel with her wings
missing, in one clean break
and a hole in her back
filling with spiders.
The time is past to pick at pieces
the moon is shut,
its glow a growl on the floor.
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Literature
It's 3am and I can't sleep in this Casino
The way these words spin
Lights all night
Dismissing a clicking din
Firefly bright
Incandescent emptiness
Alone at last alone
Starlight undoes stress
The night wind walks me home
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Literature
The Beast of Bellingham
I watch you in your underwear
beget the beast of bellingham.
You carve her such a tired stare
no timid eyes, a sunken glare
that cry, "I AM, AND ALWAYS AM
WHAT BLOWS THE WIND IN BELLINGHAM."
Outside you hear her rumbling
the treetops gust and groan;
"We are alive tonight to sing
the beast she's finally home!"
The door-frame creaks, you mark and streak
her face appears at last.
She croons, "I AM AND ALWAYS AM
WHAT TOWERS OVER BELLINGHAM."
the beast, by God! she's vast.
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Literature
A Dream of Open Air Libraries
simile, like thumbs of sap run from my head,
hair waxes, and waxen with the places to peer
out the windows of this draw-gloves library.
These many barren shelves to stack, no order.
The upturned beauty of migrating books, opened
and a sunlight window letting in air, deteriorate.
Everything is like an atlas in hand to brain passersby
or build in, network concern, a way to tread.
As the sun drinks itself stupid I light candles,
connect each star through the roofless night,
to the patch of earth it illuminates.
They correspond despite insurmountable miles,
tug little meanings that were felt before, string-like
from out the greatest things in the universe,
try them out all cottonmouth and sad.
We're looking for my void in all these books
I've deemed you a necessity to find it.
If the world finds you out you'll know
mine was the loudest mouth of this uncovery,
was the spy every time in fact.
When your mouth moves to speak
I will interrupt it at the words,
lay the bare knuckles of your meani
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Literature
A ditty
Starlight, star bright
Show yourself
I won't bite.
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Literature
Ruminating Cough
I think we're all a little sick
and only bed-rest does the trick.
I think we walk to work all day
or ride in on an early train
with arms held low and falling off
we leave behind each piece we've lost.
It's someones job to come and sweep
each piece that leaves us incomplete
and stack them like a tinder pile
to let them dry from sun awhile
and let them lift in smoke to sky
while on the earth days pass us by
as we wear down into our bones
the sickness of the lives we hone.
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Literature
Ere there's Air
you scared me there
almost took that
drop too lightly.
you've made the jump
a thousand times
in every kind
of time of light
and sometimes rain
but underneath
is always air.
the only constant
year after year
is your success
down to the ground
and ere there's air
to fear.
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Literature
Alive and Well
My head is utterly wrung.
I lay down on my side to die
a little deeper than last time.
I cannot see out of my swollen eye
and the earth is spinning wild slow today.
Rather than be out here and ache
i'd be cryogenically cold
from a broken window I didn't break
in an unmade bed, barren mattress
with the face of you in my hands
and the rest of you JUST melting
like a tallow chain of vertebrae.
Life is all about conquest.
Today is a beat your own heart day,
a knife your own spine day.
A black ink is blue day,
a live in a bruise day.
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Literature
Motivation
Darlin'
you are my boots fallin' off and the wigglin' of toes.
You are no work tomorrow and eighty ways to stretch long legs.
You are my hand on the spine of a cat and it's fresh winter coat.
You are distant dog barks instead of howling engines.
You are the wind coming in all night and the dawn gray and cloudy.
You are the perfect place to pause and say hello.
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Literature
Near Carter the Great
when I turn back you are a nightstone,
matte-black and stained in stars
like spray paint art at the state fair.
I am in awe, look away, lock eyes with Carter the Great.
You and I are not alone in this train car.
I would never speak for you,
the worst I'd do is put my tongue in your mouth;
but I am having the night of my life
and at an offhand comment of yours
the train car trundles forward into the sky
where you disappear almost,
such a part of it.
A prop for my imagination that catches whiffs of
your cheshire smile, your coyote laugh.
We ride past mountains.
There goes the acme of magical achievement.
That, the summit of human effort.
I count your faux pas
I count your compliments,
we vanish without a trace.
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Literature
I Will A Little
hello my red raging heart
dark door, long bricked up, long torn up
how long have we been apart
and how down, how far have you gone?
If I see you in the harbor
it is a moonlight mermaid
if I meet you in the arbor
you're but a phantom day will fade
when you come close what goes,
who really even knows?
do you remember Halloween?
which one? the fog intones
the one we lost the pumpkins sing
the one we found the dead tree moans
if I said I saw you on the moon
would you find me on your own?
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Nothing coming out.

If you gouge a little deeper, just spread the pain around
You'll find what's in there to be found
This is Revenge
and it is what I am.
It is like reconciliation,
To who I've been.
If I had any fear left
only the fears left,
then what I am is being
myself to death.
The Acid
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Believe, breathe, bifurcate and cleave
Love archaic, sincere, grief
Time is not a muse, just between
Who you are - who you've been
Seams, steps, subcutaneous themes
Wake, mourning, loss, dream
Atrophy will find a way in
But leave unseen
What's new is ever shiny, clean
Unbidden
As who we were is kept hidden
Beneath
Deep inside a timeless skein we
Scream
Tonight's moon was the heaviest I've ever see
The gravity of its grin made me wish to spin
And it dominated the whole circumference of the sky
It's a moon so low and orange and menacing
If I were a witch I'd save up all my spells for tonight
Throw every curse I could under its auspice
"You'll grow a never ending nose"
"You'll feel your ex-lovers apathy"
"You'll be beset by plum pudding"
"You'll be scared of metaphors"
Truthfully if were a witch I'd hide beneath my pointed hat
I'd be aghast at the hollow feeling of my bird bones
I'd be best friends with a siren and kiss her toes
Sing to me beneath the husky drooping crescent moon
Serenade me in your voice that sounds just like its body glows
Orange and heavy and wide and full as 3am to dawn
Lull me to you until that Sweeney smiles gone
To something with a tune like La Vie En Rose
for days after i see the rain,
I note the things it does to me,
to have a head that's topped with clouds
and dreams which swirl and whirl-y-gig
my attention goes deep down below
into the soil, into green and black
i thrill to watch the patchwork moss
i thrive to see it grow so fast
wind whisks me through to make me move
more quickly than i can
the air is like loves last caress
I rush to catch its hand
and in all this have i forgot
to do what things I should
my beds unmade, there's bugs that bite
and all my work is crude
tights the word that best befits
the feeling in my strings
there is a world on either side
that i am taut between
and if i lean too hard to one
the other side goes slack
then instantly all that I see's
whichever world I lack
Book Markings
this poem was a short, easy process to create, it had good inspiration all the way through, it reminded me of how I used to write and the ways that I used to create poems, or think about poetry. That said it had its demons too. The whole time I was writing this poem it kept coming unbidden to my mind that this was not very modern, or that I was falling back on romantic devices, or that the poem would never be popular or relevant or important. I kept thinking that I should somehow modernize it, that the rhyming scheme i was using was just a scheme, and that what i was working on wasn't really poetry at all. 

To all of these things, I told myself: NO. and kept working on it anyways. 

writing all this out seems silly now. I just wanted to express that I think of this poem as a sort of personal triumph against myself, and a reminder that all poetry is first the poetry of the self. before it ever has a chance to become anything else, it has to be of the self, it has to be kind of selfish. That's not to say it can't be kind, or giving, but it has to know what it can give and what it can't without compromising its nature as a thing of the self. 

Anyways, thank you for reading, this is how I feel and I love it.
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If you gouge a little deeper, just spread the pain around
You'll find what's in there to be found

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