September 2011
9 posts
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now, the future
there will come a point in due time when seduction will be regarded as the only law of physics that binds us together with brutal brutal nature the infinite beyond and that quiet place behind those closeted doors filled with soulless shoes that will never be worn in public for fear of losing control of yrself in a private moment on the concrete asphalt WHATEVER
there will be songs...
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duckface
one late nite cafe, two polos, one digital exchange, two dollar pizza slices, one aryan deity scratching sharp notes in forest green ink, two white-washed pairs of jeans, one modest attendant, two bombastic mouths, one silver watch the size of a small, hungry field mouse, two hot coffees w/ milk and sugar, several “bros”, many “man”s, four wooden chairs, one bespectacled ivory-haired man,...
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we come from groves that are tilled with waste we...
maybe he said something like ‘when i get back this will all be…’ but that’s just silly if only he knew that over medicated foliage his mechanical bird would arc into explosion careening into pathways and pointsmans leaving an unborn daughter to grow with wonder and want.
of course she always feared helicopters and no wonder we never watched movies about vietnam.
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Only Aldonza
lowlife got me all tangled up in veins with that heart beating up my neck i strain for courtesy, and it’s like overcast first day of fall every morning and i can’t see the pursuit of god is utterly quixotic though many men would gladly Don their silver suits and grab their Sanchos and race off into the windmill-scattered sunset; i promise when i wake up i will be new...
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even farmers carry knives
there comes a time in a man’s life when taking food off a stranger’s table becomes more than just a parlour trick and less of a fight for his survival.
it’s at that moment when you notice nothing is ever really well in the world, and you begin to finally realize the truth in ashbery’s words:
somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you.
-suburbanmike
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garage music
dear darling arch your feet so hard so strong to tip toe gracefully across the room please push those parking tickets aside and please don’t mind the dust piles and the leaking fault lines stop by the volume knob to adjust for the sun and open the window wide and then come back beside me tapping along to the melody, crackling and fried like summertime.
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Bombay II (Poorer Translations)
(भारत के सूर्य अपनी स्मृति को साफ धो कर सकते हैं?मुझे लौटा.)
alarm clocks hiss and hurl across the a.m. bending to break the slumbers of men with hands made of wallet leather from swinging luggage pendulums and guiding airplanes with glowing sabers.
they march in symphony the pistons of taught skin and sighing muscle, removing wheel blocks and giving the go-ahead for take off.
cab drivers,...
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Preamble
we spilled wine and danced in shivering wheat fields grow uncautious my love grow unafraid my love grow restless and rest with me my love here drunk in the fields drunk on the stars our feet will turn calloused and black from the dusty pavement along the long predicate of road predicting our presence pinnacling into evening oblivion the tide is higher than raucous rampant unrevealing...
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the righteous brothers eat funnel cake in...
He had made it through two decades and that didn’t seem like a lot he had cut open his face two times requiring stitches but you could barely notice and once he was hit by a car but he walks just fine now and once he was in a war but he feels just fine now though his frame aches from the stresses of modern alienation and the newspapers slap the concrete each morning reminding him that...
