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Waking UpEven at sunrise, these disquieting mechanics of clockworkWaking Up
are familiar sounds of loneliness. Still, the new clock, the cheap clock is laden with purpose. Its typical, round face is bearing my 6 a.m. fruit: a heavy head, reluctant eyes.
The tic-toc is effortless; it speaks of early ripening: a call for groans, hands at the ears, sobriety.
The machine is not all. There is humanity here, a snooze button: an attempt at mercy, a ceaseless trick. Naively every morning, falling for it, I rediscover some four moments of silence: fool’s gold.
Making its
by ~there-is-no-spoon
GambleThe nights are dark as ever, though deep country with its quiet lung is only an imagining. Like late august, this season plays on double bass strings, damaged nerves you can do nothing with,Gamble
only hide into a breast pocket. You can tell by a look down the full city drain
that the world – and I with it –
needs a new coat of paint. Besides hot air, nothing says spring better than old trees who, pregnant with sap, stay mute by nature as well as choice. Foolishness is in season –
the masses still believe in horoscopes while
temporarily defrosted birds moan &nb
by ~there-is-no-spoon
We Are Large PlacesThere are post scripts everywhere, trees saying no in an elaborate code, fingernails that spell maybe with bitter cursive. This is a month of twenty-eight days sometimes more when god wills it more. And I have nothing to say to you.We Are Large Places
I do not eat this month, I have a crystalline figurine between my ribs nothing goes, keeps spinning, wound-up, one glass slipper in, in. I make promises to myself: keeping a cold mouth, keeping myself in both hands and these hands only.
I wake up, feeling poor, wearing minus ten around my neck, smili
by ~there-is-no-spoon
Kiss of Cold CreationI am ready to fall away from everything: the spaghetti container, the blue need, the wish. We tell this joke well, over and over until I take it into my hand, break its legs and it keeps on walking. I walk with you, huddling close to nothingness, the sum, a big face. I know you, five-fold, pastless, holding on to your car keys, pretending to have ancestors by the name of Sally. I know you, stranger.Kiss of Cold Creation
I am here, waiting for the grand finale, taking every touch, stringing it to a thread for the winter to wear like an amulet. I do not see dreams
by ~there-is-no-spoon
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vingtieme, novembreIvingtieme, novembre
Present day.
French kiss and fog aside
by the rowers and minds. You taste of olive oil. Smothered in the cresses of your smile. It’s November and you are just beginning to shine. As the day creeps across your back, the posture that never gave in to a world of lusting dandelions. Friend of a friend. I’ve gone up your sleeve.
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You left me still as prayer outside the cathedral walls. As Christ becomes soon forgotten and I wish he was you and you were he. Bleeding out dying for me. I
by ~oneautumnstar
SelectivityWhy a word? This is no particular thing. It can't be defined in an objective way. The unstated dangles by half-open mouths, a yawn like a cat stretching blithely at noon as silence leans back on an unbalanced stool --Selectivity
let it fall. The moment suggests it should be so. If I see that your eyes project pictures behind the irises, protean circles and spires of curious leadings in lines of blank swaths of colour, then I should say nothing. &
by ~Incandescent
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If Mama Cass shared her sandwich with a starving man they'd both be alive today.
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
"Every Day Is Exactly The Same."
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but "words worthy of the piece" is just a stupid, stupid way of approaching literature. no opinion or interpretation should be held back for fear of offending some imagined scale or code. if I wanted people to be/seem dumbfounded, I'd turn the comment option off. what I'm interested in is what people think when they read something of mine; where it sucks, where it sucks more, where it works, & why. it's so easy to say "I couldn't find the words" if you don't try to find the words.
but thanks, really
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but, mainly, Stay Classy
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but, mainly, Stay Classy
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Positive Affirmation: [link]
The Crown's Jewel
Bitter and cold.
You are the voice of the repressed.
And even they, succeeded, in repressing you.
Speak, flow...
Breathe.
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Jane? So, do I know you, or am I really a stranger?
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
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