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on the hem of my lips,
i find your hardware’s
shadow needling endorphins
on the palate of my tongue
and like these seattle storms,
this romanticism comes
in spurts and i am
but a failed promise.
i am not constant
like emerald city torrents;
i am an unwilling mother
to mist’s son
before it grows
into a tsunami
and i’m warning you,
you are not the thing
that will be flooded
till your veins
run grey
and your sclera
floods blue,
but it will be me.
and you will be
the collateral damage
that is left
in sodden ruins,
as your throat plays oceans
for my exoneration.
this was always
the prelude
to outros unsung.
i find your hardware’s
shadow needling endorphins
on the palate of my tongue
and like these seattle storms,
this romanticism comes
in spurts and i am
but a failed promise.
i am not constant
like emerald city torrents;
i am an unwilling mother
to mist’s son
before it grows
into a tsunami
and i’m warning you,
you are not the thing
that will be flooded
till your veins
run grey
and your sclera
floods blue,
but it will be me.
and you will be
the collateral damage
that is left
in sodden ruins,
as your throat plays oceans
for my exoneration.
this was always
the prelude
to outros unsung.
Literature
on free speech
try to write a poem about politics and it comes out treason. say
change is not the can or the street but maybe kick, or lack thereof.
the President says there is no need for panic.
the hero fires his rifle into the crowd hoping for applause
the hero was a quiet boy, always such a good kid
see: smiling child frozen on refrigerator door
see: weeping mother makes plea for salvation
this American daydream
say 24-hour news exclusive, say family, or values,
say where did all these bodies come from?
the President says his prayers go out
say a mute god is better than none at all
say i must be lying or else not telling the whole story
say this
Literature
weighted down
1. I am sixteen, suddenly.
I have grown up without anyone
telling me. My car keys rest heavily in
my palm. Each new college I hear about
rests heavily on my shoulders. I am
not sure how much longer I can take this,
all this extra weight of responsibilities, of choices,
of the future I’m not sure I want to have.
My skin feels stretched across my body
in places that don’t really make sense.
I still feel too big in every bad way—I’m
afraid I always will.
2. My first boyfriend tells me he
thinks I must have bits of the
universe inside of me. I try not
to get offended: I know he means to say
that kissing me is like kissin
Literature
Paradigm Shift
Emerging flash of starlight pap
between sunset and ocean cap
colliding spang into my eyes
for once to have me realize
not everything becomes a song,
and I shall sleep before too long.
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My mind twists in so many directions reading your work, sir. I just kind of sit and stare and let things run wild and chase down trains of ideas and it's just such a surreal experience.
I also noted that your tags talk about codes and ciphers...which started even more barreling thoughts as I tried to analyze your work for actual ciphers and got all head-spinny looking for legitimate secret messages in your writing and had to stop because I was giving myself fits.
In short, you make me feel crazy with your words in the best way.
I also noted that your tags talk about codes and ciphers...which started even more barreling thoughts as I tried to analyze your work for actual ciphers and got all head-spinny looking for legitimate secret messages in your writing and had to stop because I was giving myself fits.
In short, you make me feel crazy with your words in the best way.