July 2012
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The Winnings
Less and less, this existence- less and less.
No looking forward.
No future time travels to see to,
No auto-correct for society’s ending.
Vines in the skyscrapers come soon;
And our collective mind amounts to a puerile pyramid,
Just a brute eye, peering down upon all achievements
Unimpressed like anyone’s father with all this money made.
Until then
Rest is a four letter word.
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Junior
Cry out in loneliness and eat yr red meat.
The sun is birthing the sun is birthing the sun is birthing the sun
Is birthing the sun.
This is supposed spirit speech a la government loans and maybe
Some old Grand-Dad
Some cricket speech
Some 10 hours a day alone
Mostly sleep, mostly the most blue of dawns
When I rationalize my future as a heretic with only so many knives.
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Headlines
Non-feared
Reckonless
Country boy
Stabs last
Cowboy in
Minnesota.
-The crowd goes wild
June 2012
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Church (12 yrs old)
I am
not the church.
The pews make for realized road risks
gradual slopes and curves
only a protestant would see as womanly.
Maybe they let their fingers ride down the
slighting, tarnished wood arm rests/sleeps again.
Shake it awake. It’s only the 2nd hymn.
Maybe Jesus doesn’t want Nirvana for a sun beam
the slight vermillion from his side is daunting
Maybe Jesus...
I don’t really believe in depression. Just a gradual sludge-like existence in which modern medicine is out to make money most of all, and to trust them is to join the society that makes me depressed in the first place.
Lol wut?
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The difference bee tween
Given the terms.
No acceptions.
You were given the terms
No exceptions.
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Venus Fragment No. 2
Only she would have wanted the emeralds to escape from their vaunting
let grass lay where it must, musty.
Glorious, even, still.
The good kind of memories.
Home in Oklahoma
gray crunches of grass
lay tanning in the 2 suns (practically)
because father is still
drunk.
So the watering is late.
Venus reclines in the aged hairs of our god
unsure of any beauty
but oh,
the delicate...
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What are your interests? (please be brief)
post-everything:
anime shows without dramatic theme songs
depth in house and vines
wooden floors,
drums of any/all kinds
poetry poetry poetry!
great lengua
triangles reduced to surrealism,
powder blue dreams
gray eyes on girls,
their gradual slope of shoulder,
any weather, mostly rain
any sky
mostly violets
and
the practice of death.
Want me to never read your post out of pure principle?
PIN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Venus Fragment No. 1
Soft ships, feral seas:
I’m glad I’m not me
glad foam ebbing from
this giant fucking scallop waves hello
to my lo-fi loveboat dream girl
passing into another
elevator with strangers,
as the cable squeaks
dutifully for
Venus Marie.
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Misanthropy
you silk toothed slut-
I’m choking on your spit, drinking it,
freezing it into slurpies and paying nothing for it.
No more cool, Davis is dead,
No more seal of approval from anyone and anything.
I want to absolutely rail you.
You teased me from the end of the elevator
your floral print dress
bawdy cornslick hair,
and milk thighs digress:
everything will taste light,
...
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7:37
Ovulating patches of twisted sanguine branches
slender stroking atmospheres of peach
blending, condensing: forward approaching
morning wisps full.
The birds are screeching
but all of it always
seems ever so distant.
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Mornings
It has got to be cancer in my stomach.
Something lead, something wine down there. 21 and already beer is fucking with my gullet? The sun may make me faint but I can only be so pussywhipped by mother nature. No matter.
Invaluable neurotics, patrons of saint Anxiety, knowers of restlessness-
(Woody Allen as a muse seems far too accurate.)
basically, anyone with half a brain-
Even if you...
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Maybe the dream is only this:
get society to pay for the runoff of my subconscious.
Supplant all these bullshit memories, moonlit ads, crocodile tears, nights on the floor, fake raids, crescent epiphanies, toxic logic, sucrose saturated shit music, shit stories, shit poems and shit people I never wanted into brains I never want to meet.
Seems fair. I never really wanted any of this to begin...
Heat// Heat
Frustration// Frustration
my eyelids are closing over precious plastic
oh
the itchiness like inhaling shopping bags
enough to get me out of bed
well. maybe.
Today I spent much time yelling at my brother before forgetting what we were arguing about. Later, I remembered it was because he told me to fry this chicken we were cooking about a second earlier than I was planning on doing it.
This caused me to become upset with him, I having the viewpoint that he didn’t trust me with my skills acquired over years of not starving.
Of course, I’m a...
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]health in the am[
You’ve cut into the burfday cake of my imagination, there’s nowhere for me to sit at the fucking table and all of this is rude, universe.
Seeing gossamer electrons passing life light testing in Switzerland was not that exciting. My blood is curdling now more than ever and nothing is going on as usual. I sit at my bed bedeviled and furious with my keyboard. The whole goal being to...
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I just want some kind of wisdom or worldview that isn’t composed of the spots of blue between black branches.
Make the cicadas stop squirming in the ground, haunt the moon forever, and build ladders that bring good luck.
Aflame, these robberies of flesh
granted they have been at the safe for hours
it really isn’t their fault.
Code is cracking limestone lacking and ground fracking...
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Self: Why don’t you write something tangible? something I little more real?
I?
are?
baboon?
Unlikely.
Keeping in my jar of pits, some loose olives fall to the wayside jar: marriage.
A series of pits with loose-lusty flesh in between.
Fuck man,
I got this one intense fetish………..ok…… I wanna see a buxom redhead, young and beautiful in negligee drawn only...
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COULEURS: Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes →
yama-bato:
First, her tippet made of tulle, easily lifted off her shoulders and laid on the back of a wooden chair. And her bonnet, the bow undone with a light forward pull. Then the long white dress, a more complicated matter with mother-of-pearl buttons down the back, so tiny and numerous that it…
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Trollolol'd
Matchbox 20 lanes and I get the last one to the right. Right by these strange gents, real wonders. They curling fingers, swindlers of the 9 lb ball. Guess I’ll never be as blue-collar as those gents, so up to the line I go all self-conscious and shit, lefty gutter again.
Bathroom break. Real quick.
So there are three different types of condoms and 2 are flavored but only 1 is banana....
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On Health
Health is a magnanimous word indeed. How you get there is anyone’s guess. Some stick to the sauce, others cut out the meat and get their vitamins in, maybe go for a run every now and then.
When I was a kid there was a very lonely woman who lived down the block from us. She was lonely because she cared about her body too much. She was a woman who gave a shit, and the advertisements on TV...
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I’m not an alcoholic. Though I wish I could be. I want my stomach to brine in its own suffering. I want my liver to be cold as dead cod. I want to drink until the sun comes up on Mondays, and empty my dreams and desires into the toilet on Tuesdays. I want to know that my ideals and imagery behind them are more realized than my art ever could be. I want to suffer. I want to behold god through...
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Miss June (a short work of fiction)
I shudder; possessed by something wholly functional in an a-tonal sort of way. Politics are enjambment of lofty ideals, and nothing else works. People can’t seem to realize they talk of presidents like whose winning world the series. Aching, withering people gawking at the temporary Vogue shining on a corner news stand: they succumb. And Jeff is newly minted 18, ready for any and all politics...
