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every step of always
i look for magic words
in the rhetoric from the hill
in the spaces in between
sheets, ellipses and digital smiles
we have sustained ourselves
on the kisses of self-restraint
i will not waste
wrapping myself in incantation
incubating organs
is no longer an option
i have learned that
we must set fire to the fans of
our now air conditioned amen corners
in pursuit of our demands
if you can every petal
piled upon the cashmere chests of their
brothers, sons, boys
we miss wakes and eulogize them
by their true names
effigies of our lovely sisters
have no use for blooms
"you'll see the sky now, and the clouds in it"
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No spaceship to the other place
wish i could fly  
not quite like superman
more like them girls from salem
salve on gills like hoodoo men
after sun-done
set off in the big river's mud
no one would miss me
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calcium ratio not-til-us
sequestered in a shell of sister-friends  
you hugged your fingernails to the palm
scrying the dark lines of dirt beneath keratin
for answers absent in the gossip
of burgeoning mosquito bites
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i would leap
fold myself among the stars and
teach you mnemonics
that you might wake
and turn with me
i would spin a web
of safety surpassing
finely woven smiles
and rebellion
this blanket would
abolish all
fear of speaking love
to doting aunties
frankly I keep dreaming
up contraptions
paddles and oars to propel
you across
the ocean you have sweated
i leap
into shattered boys
crash through their fractal shadows
like sugar glass
break open the dark places
searching for the pools
of light hidden beneath
they stay awhile
not due to pain or recovery
they hang about like
shiny ornaments
lingering in my doorway
In a few yawns and
a feigned stretch
i will shoo them
from my four-post menagerie
and this is how
i empty my closet
of slings and bandages
straining to sight and suture
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helix interrogations
the answer
something between the seventh
and thirteenth chromosomes
sprawled like a rough sleeping child
heels dug
in between the lattice
jointed spiral chains that compose me
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Spin and polish
(lined with silk and copper)
We all share the fear
Even the truest of us
Drink an ocean of adrenaline
and butterflies twice a year
if we are faithful
Immediately we plead and promise
lies to ourselves  
As we mark our gates in
spit and blood
bartering for flesh
We will not cover
Once the beast is inside
Our shared fear beds him royally
And we tuck our stomachs away
The winged things departed
Have eaten free
our entrails
Stuffed in emptied bottles
And covered over with pennies paid
To unfurl thoughts  
After daymares pierce denial
We find no time for planes or
Scrounging pounds for winter
no time for confessions
across gaping bellies
We patch confidence
filling them with notes
to loved ones
to creditors
apathetic letters  
And admonitions
to love clearly
If we are lucky
our stomachs are archival
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2004: NM Pass, 7834ft
in order not to fall through         liquid surface
            to miracle walk across
my aversion to orange rubber     the subject
and pigskin
why my sneakers failed to churn and flap
                                              above tarmac and turf
Still unaware of my ability           to swallow up ponds
intent on one day running lungs-long into the Pacific
i feigned REM as                        they spoke of jet and wool
buoying smoke signals quietly across the dashboard
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-For Joey
You are the strangers
we have been warned about
but we are thirsty
and wandering
with extended smiles
you flatter us to dance
the dance always the same
with drops of hope
to fend dehydration
we stagger on
tired and acheless
perhaps we are the lucky ones
arms akimbo
hearts still balanced
upon our heads
we are called the strange ones
as we teeter totter unsteadily
engaged to our convictions
among the loose sands
and thorns
of your polite waywardness
foraging for velvet and honey
to salve our drums
fill our gourds
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My name holds
and opens no doors
its mumbled even among friends
lovers christen children
in my name
and mothers
birth the marked unwillingly
doused in my fecundity
others embrace me naturally
I become the true name
harbored beneath plastic caps
and denial
my name recorded
in bureaucratic registries
excised only in obituaries
those that expect
to hold my name
lead resigned lives
palms perpetually unturned
they dutifully wait
painting sepulchers pink
and others sit
stitching my initials
into old bed sheets
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i am writing to Night
in shining armour
come through my doorway
generating organic mechanisms
i touch you until you bleed sunshine
squeals and sighs
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all the little drops
run together
making rivulets of my strands
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would you
spend a night on the sun
we would carry tired limbs
and empty jugs  
ease away
none to notice
heavy warmth at their side
morning won't miss you
we could return
with sunny sugar on our backs
and erect real birdhouses
for the children we left behind
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So hard by 007-seriously-serial So hard :icon007-seriously-serial:007-seriously-serial 2 0
Napowrimo 5 'Atlas'
flashing loose sheets
the box spring gasped
under the restless weight
of a world uninhabited
by clothes or worries
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i don't know
who knew that you could get so serious
over cereal
i chased "z's" around my bowl
you asked me
"who is _______ ?"
i laughed nerovously
choking on a "u"
and the sound of his name
letters i thought you wouldn't find
there's milk in my lap
you won't be back
your cereal is soggy
i pour it down the drain
after thoughts of morning sex
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when the end draws near
heed my instructions
leave my gravestone uncomplicated
forget jumbled letters
that form hollow words
mute utterances
above mounds of bones
rest in peace
could three words fill any viewer
with my essence
From-      To-
do not nail me to the alphabet
stretched on stone
words have been my religion
not my god
learning the difference
has been the test
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Leo. . . maybe
United States
Current Residence: CA
Favourite genre of music: Neo Soul/R&B
Favourite style of art: spoken word, surrealism, textiles
Favourite cartoon character: Aang
  • Listening to: James Blake
  • Reading: The Twelve Tribes of Hattie
  • Watching: We Were Here
Happy New Year and all that jazz. The beginning and end of anything is always a time of reflection...

-i miss writing poems
-i love weaving/making art
-i want to be a herbalist
-i own too much stuff

My primary concerns for the year are to whittle my life down to the essentials, and for the most part, these are that things I want.


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beeswingblue Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2013   Writer
Thanks so much for the watch and the fave. :heart:
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glossolalias Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2012
thank you for the :+devwatch: and the :+fav:
you're welcome!
YouInventedMe Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2012   Writer
thanks for the :+fav: on our aging season!
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