December 2011
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Base Thoughts
She hurls her hurt
underhand.
Sick spin
sets it sinking.
Abandoned, he flails
mind-battered
frail, thoughts freshly
stricken.
Three times, they
rewound.
Four times,
gone to ground.
Calamity set
in a picture frame
with no glass.
Absence
I was sick again this weekend. Ridiculous.
And this week is inventory. :)
Hope you’re all surviving the crush…
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poemsfallfrommycursedlips:
Remember: Footnotes don’t work on Tumblr.
Just a note, cause I love this.
Footnotes1 are an awesome part of the markdown feature Tumblr has implemented. It’s actually really easy once you learn the syntax. Plus it does a nice thing with links taking the user back and forth to the relevant parts of your text.
I’m not sure if Tumblr’s...
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Wriggle
Revisions remiss,
tines closing at sunrise.
Her drowning sways mastheads,
appendix exposed.
On tractible morays
appendix attraction.
Eel currents ask questions.
Eel currents suppose.
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WatchThis is how she rolls.
As promised. ;)
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alphabet-pony replied to your post: alphabet-pony replied to your post: Woah… lotsa… honestly, i don’t know if it was on the Psychocandy. i remember mom singing it. she sang strange things when i lived at home…she STILL sings strange things. my sisters...
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alphabet-pony replied to your post: Woah… lotsa responses to the Unicorn quote. I… uke and singing. uke and singing. down in a meadow in an itty bitty pool
Was that a b-side on your childhood Psychocandy record?
I’ll admit,...
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Woah… lotsa responses to the Unicorn quote. I think people are clamoring for a video with hand motions, alphabet-pony. :)
God knows what might happen if I dropped a Three Liddle Fiddies and a Momma Fiddy Too lyric.
…and they fwam and they fwam all over the dam…
But now I’m getting all hipster obscure…
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alphabet-pony replied to your post: alphabet-pony replied to your post:… my mom used to sing it when she was in her celtic band and would force my sister and i to do the hand motions. the embarrassment that came from that will NEVER be forgotten. ...
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alphabet-pony replied to your post: awaitingthebreakofthesun replied to your post:… omg you quoted shel silverstein’s unicorn. it holds a dear, dear spot in my heart.
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awaitingthebreakofthesun replied to your post: Let’s be honest… Cats
…and rats and elephants, but as sure as you’re born, the loveliest of all was the unicorn…
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Let's be honest...
… I know there’s not much of a market for mash-ups of fairy tales and relativity.
Don’t worry, my cat video is processing. ;)
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Hooded Slipper (78250920)
Beyond what’s fixed
she hems red shifts,
rav’ling as we pass.
Aphasia barks, as
myth and fables drift
in certain realms
unsettled planes
permit.
A narrow Miss
would stir up surly fits
so singular, she’d crush
their bits with bliss.
The myth fits
battered glass,
stairs and steps
as trips and traps.
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“Inside, we are ageless and when we talk to ourselves, it’s the same age of the...”
– David Lynch (via maryjessica)
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3 Empyreal
Lepers fall prey
and ample ankles
shatter,
but some reeds
never bruise.
They grow to wave
their shoots
beneath
the crescent.
Crying out
their passions,
brushing past
all agony,
they shake.
Forsaken stalks
live lifetimes
while we wake.
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awaitingthebreakofthesun replied to your post: awaitingthebreakofthesun replied to your post: Too… I can imagine drowning when fingers press down upon my face, clamping over my mouth, as I thrash about in Ocean’s grasp.
I can imagine lack...
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awaitingthebreakofthesun replied to your post: Too many sailing metaphors/puns… WELCOME TO MY WORLD! :(
Though we’re all surrounded by water, I can’t help but feel that I’m putting cracks in the levy…
Too many sailing metaphors/puns...
I’m sinking beneath them.
Embargo my pen, please…
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Sleep 4
We’re past appeal.
They hazard us questions
straight,
punctuated
by padded rooms,
insular jackets
warding away warmth
with sweet stasis.
Analysis is swift, and
gratefully with grit
we scrawl pages
on cotton.
We bleed in
the wash.
Working on a newsletter with a tight deadline. I apologize for the delays on a couple of your poems.
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Wish 7
Beside the cell,
a sign.
It’s elfen lies
tucked under strokes
and crossbars.
The law a
font of wisdom
and denial.
They’ll barbeque
our thighs
and wing off
‘neath the hill.
To sing of loss
and sauce
beneath their nails.
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Eponymous
I like these recent titles. Sometimes dissassociated from the piece or linked vaguely. In the rest, they’re absolutely crucial. If nothing else, this has been an interesting experiment for that reason.
Because I’m really picky about my titles. When they aren’t present, you can be sure that I thought about the piece and felt that one would only distract. I wouldn’t simply...
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Effervescent 31544
Agrieved, the fever
shattered glass.
Mercury surpassed
our atmosphere’s
permission.
A silver box dispenses
locks and friendships
strung on spanish moss.
The heat’s effects, severe,
souls sequestered in a sphere.
Questions scraped
our throats.
I broke…
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Carpet 4
We crossed a thought,
becoming more,
bridged the rot
that should have
fueled a pyre.
A crashing voice
cut under our approach.
“Never to launch,
never to land,
never a castle
on the sand.”
We started at the thought,
and glanced beneath
for comfort.
The journey’s hope
undone.
Your shores
are cliff-faced.
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He only wants a moment,
just a smile played on your lips.
He doesn’t understand what made you,
he doesn’t know that porcelain can only crack.
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lightfallsup replied to your post: Ah, Deadlines. There’s no rational reason why I like this but I do. Nice work.
Ha. There’s probably not a rational reason why I wrote it. ;)
I ration my rationality as needed. =P
Ah, Deadlines.
I’m beginning to think that Spontaneous Generation works. Next time I see an ox horn on the ground, I’m looking for asparagus.
Sure, I can have that for you by Friday.
Went a little crazy with the enjambment on that last one. Not that it’s anything new, but it should be a little better now. Hopefully.
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Bravado 4
The vandals embarked.
Their course
set fire to our skies.
It arced across
the night,
an ad for endings,
a signboard with shackles
and stock proclamations.
So assailed, we
inspected our riggings
and re-painted our figurehead
with dreams.
Our bravos still echo,
a Victor’s horizon ahead.
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Art cross-pollinates, I know...
There’s nothing original, blah blah blah… but I’m beginning to grind my teeth every time I see a lowbrow portrayal of a girl in “dio de los muertos” makeup.
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Numbers Update
I have 7 left (Bravado 4, Carpet 4, Effervescent 8675309, Wish 7, Sleep 4, Empyreal 3, and 78250920). I’ll probably do a few a day in that order till they’re finished. Seems like 4 is a popular number. :p
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Misread 8
Her hardened plea
had risen, mad,
from masks
that strapped on
sidearms.
A skewer in her
conscience grew
like bamboo
it thrust her past
the plaster-wrapped
admissions.
It’s no one’s fault.
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Eyes (1234)
Our surging thoughts
were grasslands,
born up in dawn’s
hazy eyes.
Each crevice filled,
each parcel dense
with eglantine and
ornaments
of our bold Nature’s
exploration.
Soft irises unfolded
in our shade.