December 2010
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the shake test
grab the carton SHAKE is there enough to pour POUR is there not enough to pour CHUG is there more than you can possibly drink INHALE
were you been burned by a lover CHOKE do you regret that night of wanton lust SWALLOW do you feel gravity acting like mortar between the bricks that you’ve become GOOD do you taste the smoke in yr face as yr faceless nameless lover presses their being...
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meeting new people
someone asked if they could bum a light wrapped in summer wreaths misplaced on some winter’s eve said someone was staring across the room, made eyes like darts that fell too soon and after we dined and doe’d our eyes crept simply back home and sighed carved patterns from sofa blue skies felt out loud, and it sure feels good to say i don’t know but i know i should
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the riot
do you remember those street lights those rotating bells those sounds that split our bones
i wondered painfully how long until this rag-of-a-wick burns my me and just as i let it go it did
have you forgotten those ribbed trash cans the ones that acted the role of phonographs warming us exactly like stale four-dollar coffee
it was what kept us alive we wanted to be alive didn’t we
can...
marry christmas
because it sure is a feeling i mean now man that is a fucking feeling if i ever saw one even the armenians at the liquor store they said it too because damn that’s a cheer said damn that’s a career making people warm when they’re so snowed and when everyone you used to know when they all the ones you used to know when they all thought about who they had forgotten and in living...
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o tannenbaum - dérive maudlins
Mineral spirits wake to winter, barely daub lawns and asphalt like minor whites at rockafeller center.
in a blanket cloak of off-salt & elapsed midnight green - at eight I see my two smaller sisters sack open fabulous papers for their first pure stocking slew full of only toyless clothes.
o tannenbaum, metal set snapped together threaded branches in pinest pores embedded with bell end...
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here comes santa claus
drunk as a door with a busted lock swinging his face around like he wanted to break all the mirrors in the house
we laid out stale cookies but like hell if they were gonna be eated by anyone
i heard him in the most peculiar way kick his boots off (affixed with the bells) those stupid bells i heard them ringing as they flew through the thick air before they hit the ground my father hit...
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I know some men who have only been under the influence of drink two times.
And that’s fine. Some would say there is a certain respectability in that. But I often wonder how under prepared they’ll be for the third time.
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i don't silence priceless (just once)
running is an easy escape for those of you that like to run I DON’T
smoke lingers in the air like a bad joke without an applause SILENCE
smiles are a currency money can’t buy and i can’t exchange PRICELESS
cabs never stop for me anymore one time they did JUST ONCE
-suburbanmike
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golden mean english muffins™
A Sacajawea dollar revolves in red dolor along Beth Gibbons, her Earl Gray glazing another uzi dub beat. Occidental day blinks yearling opportune cinder keys on clavicula. Consider the sentimental man who skillets Canadian bacon sans shirt and pants. He converges three sins, lust, gluttony and sloth. Yet he commands eternal sunnysides up on a nonstick mind. Prodigious. He is the one who lotus...
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Surf-Rock City (for the youth)
Fuzz fuzz dirty fuzz come scream at me ten inches wide fuzzy dirt a screaming comes across my sky said a million open faces laughing hard and high
Foil feet hot dry land feels foil sparks great oh great to be in the water with you all all you colors say fizzing and popping along the Strand, the beach today
bloody squealing solo ears make me weep while i’m laughing I want to hear you yearn...
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warm night sky
we met after midnight under the watch of a one eyed sky colored a deep north atlantic blue warm as the gulf of texas
patiently walking without shoes our toes dig for oil in the sandbox swinging our bodies east to west trying with all our might to evade the sun
leave us in the dark
watching the clouds float on jetliner winds hours pass without breathing we laugh until our faces stick ...
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The Modern Explorer
Kneading names in his mouth he had a theory about rooms and fingerprints something like synesthesia like holograms occurred when he half-closed his eyes and whispered names of struck matches no longer sitting snugly in his front pocket.
Simple things would make him break in a way he couldn’t understand because there are rooms that are ways and eyes lit like firecrackers and leaving the...
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THE TELLTALE TINGLE IN THE SPINE
There’s a certain intimacy in silent laughter.
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decarabia for cutie
I. starfish (summon)
Strangelights coursed close, like Ecco’s key and barrier glyphs in the umbra intimations of Georgia Aquarium’s Ocean Voyager she echolocates, humming death cab in the Atlantic corner by a trash receptacle. There we rest chemistry and rouse colloids through puddle tap salt licks as the devil fishes, the Forneus’ Bill, Nandi, and Tallulah drag about, waiting for their...
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YOUTH IS A LAUGH
It’s in the mischief.
It’s in our nimble bodies.
It’s in the inappropriate laughter.
It must be terrifying to be in your early twenties and look as if you’re rapidly approaching your forties, horrifying to develop calluses on your feet so early yet still dream about being that tiny space cowboy tot running headfirst into makeshift hills of leaves, twigs, and branches weaving through your...
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spotting a foreclosure
can you see a hose neatly coiled against a wall
there’s a family inside
-suburbanmike
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WANDERLUST / SWANSEA
soles shoulderbrush the canyonades peeking from the split pores of just a front porch, a pas de cerf of skirting doubt and dappled cheeks like a bruised peach. knuckles mumble amongst each other, you feel like the bell end of a dunce cap cornered wisdom teeth, hammerlock right arm hopes, es muss sein? girl afraid in an estival dress speckled like caesar salad in...
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No Pictures
Dearest Liza,
How wild you must think it is for me to be now writing Christmas cards. I must say, I can’t get the hang of it. Especially in your delicate case, what do I tell you of the nearly-gone year? Without saying anything I’m sure you know. And I must tuck away all of the things I know you would not want to ever know, politely. Maybe that’s all I have. But for the season I try.
There is...
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Must not sleep, must warn others.
Have you ever woken up a day ahead?
Quickly, or you’ll miss it: it rushes by you in milliseconds. Eyelids burst open inhale sunbursts punch crispy prickly i’m still here air lights up your skin claim ownership for the hands at your side.
I don’t know why I was so startled, to be honest. My experimentations, yes, yes, with time travel, have been much more dangerous I can assure you. There were...
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Setting aside some much needed time to make some...
I’m going out west tonight.
I’m digging out my spurs and digging into my animal I’m going out west about two city blocks to the watering hole.
I woke up in a fit and some desert dog came scratching at my back all day long barking and frothing at the mouth just begging me to crawl out.
And into the corner of that watering hole making a camp and lighting fires oh well I’ve got stories and I’ve...
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watching magic johnson cry
when someone has a smile you can hear without the use of a microphone it becomes a difficult meal to digest when the happiness fades of course those cheerleaders bring back that spartan smile that twinge in the tongue that rolled denim cuff
a lack of hair shorn close to the scalp keeping tight gray curls from trembling with every footstep every breath every question left unanswered
magic...
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On the way home
I saw your ghost in a window at The Kitchen. The image swept away in dirty lights and sparkling like a glass of champagne she eased her gaze lazily in my direction.
That ghoul.
Beaming and bound by thin whispers someone commanded her lawn and kicked his wiry legs at her lap and tiny music like emeralds giggled out of her mouth.
That motherfucker.
Reflected pins of light scraped along the...
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pretty vacant
half-black half-puerto rican half-ice cream cone all spandex no vacancy NEVER she knew velvet gave me hives but she wore it anyway just to showoff
i took her word as it lay and shoved it in her purse lord knows there’s room for a gaggle of clowns or an army brigade or a navy frigate HOORAH
blank-loaded guns saluted in chronological order yr glittered fingernails pressed on with foot-pounds...
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an exchange of sweet everythings
This was back when they were young and mysterious and scared shitless — of screwing anything up. This was when she held her hands to her throat to keep her heart from jumping out, and this was when he stuttered every four words in his speech, each mistake a precursor to a few seconds of self-deprecation, swiftly following the stroke of the END button, of course. Their phones were pressed...
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i want to be inside the mind of a new born octupus “you been smoking?” no, maybe a little i’ve not been sleeping for an aeon an age a couple days i want to come to cali and fuck you bruise your eyelids with my lips crawl inside your ribcage i bet you’re still flacid as fuck right now
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A great poem, unfortunately, submitted anonymously. Continue to submit,...
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army-navy-me
both army and navy run the triple option fumbled on their first possession but navy has better jackets to keep them warm in the windy air
i like to imagine it’s the heavy wool quarter-cape that keep the midshipmen out of grave danger but it’s probly the haircuts
there are quite a few underclassmen starting for both squads this gives me hope for our nation’s safety at...
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time travel, probably
i might be too dumb to say this in a way that makes sense to anyone else But you know how some people have those faces that have been drawn in your skin for all of time? those faces that exist in your DNA and how you recognized that person before you ever met? it always breaks my heart when i see photos of these people and i think Where do I know you from? but it just turns out to be that i know...
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Coolidge
I think of you as a mad dog, a deck in one hand, white rings off a smothering cigar in the next.
oil paintings were seldom ready for your signal fires.
your sloppy mutts puffed feverishly. puffing is not the correct term. breathing for the first time- that’s it. a rebirth, a dealer with the right weighted chips in place. a rush of luck. a stroke or a fuck, in heat, on the street, in a...
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Transformers III
let me tell you about the day when i realized that everyone is a ghost of someone else and how just like in horror films or- wait, something about escaping the haunt of fingerprints before you:
swans was on full volume and to shield my eyes from the lights i stared into my phone and remembered i deleted these names for a reason and who could want a blanket like this i was embarrassed by every...
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Puke
i got all the stuff out i got all of the stuff out i got the garbage out to the curb to wait for bored city employees to scoop up and throw into their bellys, bloated with displacement and complacence, to sit shrouded in black and be crushed and digested and compacted until we could watch them like tv shows in clean formats that fit in halves of hours with breaks stabbed neatly in the skeleton of...
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corpse catalogue
something about her face felt like craters Not in the way that her eyes sunk into deep depressions or how her cheeks rose like apparitions but how something was lost in the dark spots hiding between her expressions
something about how she spoke mostly in the spaces between her words sweetly saying things i thought were unable to be heard and the mysteries and maps scribbled on her shedding skin...
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vrmmmm vrmmmm vrmmmm bum bum, bum bum, bum bum, vrmmmm vrmmmm vrmmmm buh-bleep bum bum, bum bum, bum bum, vrmmmm vrmmmm click
bum bum.
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how grandiose of me
How /ludicrous/ is it of you to say you’re afraid of the vast holes filled with the unknown laying on top of void on top of void on top of void on top of void? How /feeble/ minded are you to question whether empty space is either exciting or intimidating or anything at all?
Rather would I swallow seas, a puny wretched thing like me.
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ave maria
it could’ve been easter or christmas i don’t know DON’T CARE i wasn’t planning on praying for anyone save myself this wasn’t the locale for hailing mary unless she drove a cab unless she held her whisky or a tune or steady she wasn’t welcome unless she put out
in an empty advertisement she caught my reflection SO GLAD damn i look good in striped wool my jacket matching...
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like you had some hell of a night
hunting for wild game in the post-midnight air is a pastoral vocation a noble career haunted by whimsical decisions leading to a few drinks maybe too many NOT ENOUGH who really cares counting is for athletes and scientists and musicians and captains of industry anyway
magically erasing lines beyond lines tasting a stranger’s pathos with every desolate breath becomes attainable...
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lion lips
stubble adorned with golden whiskers and ginger fur with a daring tongue to match and warm floes of skin to kiss these lion lips and to think that those silly eyes eyes that smile as big as that clumsy grin are all for me and just as these words would rather stumble before making sense we trip and lift one the other so we never tire we never speak ill nor groan rather would we rise and repeat...
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facebook status
“Nobody has ever measured not even poets how much the heart can
hold.”
but we’ve tried.
“drop everything now meet me in the pouring rain kiss me on the sidewalk take away the pain
cuz
i see sparks fly whenever you smile”
and I see roads end at the sight of my bile.
-Wesley Carls
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another windy night
sitting at the bar miming celibacy he was a regular marceau down to the monochromatic warpaint and the horizontal stripes sitting next to a swift blonde a working-class jewel minus the nickel-wrapped strings or the tooth (hers were straight and white and seen from space probly her best feature if you don’t like eyes or torsos or hips i do but i happen to have good taste)
there is no...