interestingand sins are leaking from my kneecaps,
salt
sins are leaking, politely desperate
built from
as God dangle
cathartic
God
very interesting
maybe this is a poem in itself, maybe it means something big, something i don't understand
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to rapturous applauseI would spare more than thawed veinsto rapturous applause
for an ocean of porcelain, handcrafted
by seaside accident. My memory takes shape in the knotted hands of deities;
veneration will surrender as we struggle, collecting worms with abstracted method.
Sins leak from my kneecaps. The fissure
empties, fills a flask with dried begonias, consolation and God. Finding shelter in a fickle seahorse bone is romantic but
the ideology of catharsis still swings from reef to reef, an underwater maudlin grinding coral in her canines.
by ~remotecontrolisms
good morning, pierreThe mile marker’s caught somewhere between South Dakota and a bronzed slapstick performance. My speech has gone foggy by the time I pass a drugstoregood morning, pierre
offering one-inch-scale representations
of Mount Rushmore and I use flag shaped napkins to wipe grime from the backs of my hands, a revolution stained in brown.
Truck stops are breeding grounds for germs,
maybe it’s an ancient proverb, but with my eyelids resting on the pavement I can’t see beyond the parking lot and I do not recall the last time a virus attached itself to my innards by leaping over sidewal
by ~remotecontrolisms
sundial laughs and coughs upprologue a society of clocks reflect upon collective failure, remain ambivalent to junkyardssundial laughs and coughs up
I. 2:19 is barren freeways. as nights tighten grip on frozen aptitude, lovers eat quotation marks their forks twisted into tongues
II. trial #2: epileptic ticking muscle
&
by ~remotecontrolisms
this is a poem about-each word drawn from the confinesthis is a poem about-
of my waist-to-hip ratio empties itself, spilling thick favoritism into my lungs
black winter phrases lose
their darkness, lose their seasons sentences that do not bleed
are not sentences at all, and yet
emotional recluses continue
to homogenize sunsets and fear
remains hidden behind
the ribcage of a poem
by ~remotecontrolisms
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to see you, to beat youThe boy borrowed sister winter pretends he’s in love with chanceto see you, to beat you
with no legs to stand on he stumbles, would it thrill any among you to see your eyes staring back in a poem?
I’m seeing grey a patient holocaust I am shaking with healing rosemary
and everything stumbles to God or nothing,
Has the hour forgotten us, listening as
i am in the sand
he filled a vase with water,
dares as he wanes not pierce its drum membrane
crushes flowers
in his hands hopes his rainy eyes could be a cure
by ~ahomeforandie
The EscapistWhen I was eleven years old my grandfather was driving me home in his bright red pickup truck and he started asking me if I thought he had been too demanding, too strict, or too unpleasant and in a moment of gracious assent I admitted to being a little perturbed at times by his old Appalachian style of grandfathering, and when asked I further admitted that I sometimes wished he would simply go away.The Escapist
A few days later I was in my bedroom with my Nintendo 64 and my father gravely informed me that the venerable old man who had been asking me suspicious questions just shot his second wife dead in the chest with a hunting rifle and the
by ~StormCloudMao
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- Favourite poet or writer: klosterman, bukowski, collins, palahniuk on a good day, etc
- Favourite style of art: clichés
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sorry i'm feeling blunt, you needn't answer that
I love you.
I love your writing.
I haven't read all of them yet, but I promise I will. And I would comment and favorite every one, but that might be borderline creepy. XD XD XD
So yeah. TALK TO YOU SOON I HOPEEEE.
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P.S. "Happiness is a Warm Gun" -The Beatles.
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Wowza! How awesomesupremo! That\'s just so ulticooliolicious!
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