we are concerned with a way of living
i am concerned for this bookshelf
there are
temperature differences
of 5-8 degrees in every room of our house
plants have this glassy look
like they are not quite following what was said
me too
i have a live actual hummingbird in my throat
it must have taken
a wrong turn somewhere
not sure
who needs more soothing
today it is july seventh
then it won't be it will be some other day
this is where i become an inescapable box
put inside myself over and over again
i am caught also within pairings of words
parturition & sparagmos
exhort & exultation
somewhere in the valley of the uncanny
or in the forests of the marvelous
i'm appealing to you, i'm feckless
i'm fruity, i'm peeling, i want to belong to someone after all
& i like the way you bend over me
speaking of parturition & sparagmos
(both a kind of rending, or rearing, both bloody)
speaking of favonian, austral winds
speaking of your shoulders-wow-they injure me
the way your clavicles correlate to your sockets & fold out from your neck
it's origami I can't handle
or o
we work hard on a construction site,
we visit the structure late at night
take out our rulers and thoughtfully bend,
is this a house or a monument to escapism?
we hold hands and let the shape overtake our skins
we scream out, and breathe in becoming wild,
changing features, charming smiles
if I was a book in my own room, would you read out loud,
would you consume
ring out the words in your small mouth, would the story sound nice
when read aloud?
I have questions small and mild, I stay quiet like a child
don't wake up it's still too soon, don't move yet, I'm still confused
let's wear hardhats out of style, I've got suspenders you can bor
we are driving
you ask where is the accelerator
i say its here in my pulse
so you press your thumb against my throat
making the car jolt&race down the highway
we pick up speed, you tell me to say when
i don't speak but i shake my head
a little,
i am trying to distinguish
the lines on your body that are curved
or just falling away from me
diagnoses: all lines are falling away from me
your belly is tight with inhales
i eye the dusty gloss of hair
trembling slightly
i like feet
generally speaking
i find them humble.
assiduous.
i look down at my feet from the top of my body and i agree with it
and all the lines falling down
my body and your body are not machines
they are more like middle management,
a body bureaucracy with too many papers getting shuffled about
and filed improperly
we mean well, anyway, we mean better
look at us more kindly
look down at us and agree
maybe we can use this when we fight the titans! by chinsakka, literature
Literature
maybe we can use this when we fight the titans!
i found two fans in the closet
i put one in my bedroom
somehow it moved the air so
i knew what it'd mean to feel you curling my sheets
with your real-live molecules
over and over we call to each other like some agitated birds
how dare you how dare you how dare you
i want to leave words in your mouth like a collection of marbles
i want to leave marbles rolling in your mouth
yes, your jaw is clotted, growing sore but please consider the glass carefully
fill your mouth
in my least favorite fairy tale, she spills tallow on the sleeping prince
and is banished from the kingdom
he is a polar bear except at night, she goes to see him at night
but knowing the shape of things is not what you do in in love
she was gravitationally ejected: like a comet
i am coated in wax
myself
my hands are full
my hands are empty
my hands measure 7-and-a-half inches from wrist to middle finger
I tend to walk with my thumb (4.25") tucked into my palm
(does this mean I lack ambition?)
yes, I am living outside my skin lately
I am in a family way, I am full up of family
family falling every which way
I could learn names of plants to please my father
or names of birds: I could get ornithological
I could learn better meanings of the word anchorage
all month long I rub perfume into my wrists
I am teaching myself new ways to be brave
barbie lifts up hair from my neck (unknown measurement), with a razor
uncovering a dry brown riverbed
something crash-landed today
at the crux between my neck and skull
suddenly all mailboxes looked
post apocalyptic
and i felt injured terribly
by fields of small blue flowers
at the top of some hill, running came
crash-tumbling through my legs like a scream/like a whole colony of pines
my lungs buckled and wept, my pants were falling
down
this was not exercise
this was a cave-in
I fell down through my body over and over, a marionette in fast motion
surrounded by unerring, uneaten sky.
we say things like "i didn't mean to hurt you"
as if getting hurt was ever a choice!
we are concerned with a way of living
i am concerned for this bookshelf
there are
temperature differences
of 5-8 degrees in every room of our house
plants have this glassy look
like they are not quite following what was said
me too
i have a live actual hummingbird in my throat
it must have taken
a wrong turn somewhere
not sure
who needs more soothing
today it is july seventh
then it won't be it will be some other day
this is where i become an inescapable box
put inside myself over and over again
i am caught also within pairings of words
parturition & sparagmos
exhort & exultation
somewhere in the valley of the uncanny
or in the forests of the marvelous
i'm appealing to you, i'm feckless
i'm fruity, i'm peeling, i want to belong to someone after all
& i like the way you bend over me
speaking of parturition & sparagmos
(both a kind of rending, or rearing, both bloody)
speaking of favonian, austral winds
speaking of your shoulders-wow-they injure me
the way your clavicles correlate to your sockets & fold out from your neck
it's origami I can't handle
or o
we work hard on a construction site,
we visit the structure late at night
take out our rulers and thoughtfully bend,
is this a house or a monument to escapism?
we hold hands and let the shape overtake our skins
we scream out, and breathe in becoming wild,
changing features, charming smiles
if I was a book in my own room, would you read out loud,
would you consume
ring out the words in your small mouth, would the story sound nice
when read aloud?
I have questions small and mild, I stay quiet like a child
don't wake up it's still too soon, don't move yet, I'm still confused
let's wear hardhats out of style, I've got suspenders you can bor
we are driving
you ask where is the accelerator
i say its here in my pulse
so you press your thumb against my throat
making the car jolt&race down the highway
we pick up speed, you tell me to say when
i don't speak but i shake my head
a little,
i am trying to distinguish
the lines on your body that are curved
or just falling away from me
diagnoses: all lines are falling away from me
your belly is tight with inhales
i eye the dusty gloss of hair
trembling slightly
i like feet
generally speaking
i find them humble.
assiduous.
i look down at my feet from the top of my body and i agree with it
and all the lines falling down
my body and your body are not machines
they are more like middle management,
a body bureaucracy with too many papers getting shuffled about
and filed improperly
we mean well, anyway, we mean better
look at us more kindly
look down at us and agree
maybe we can use this when we fight the titans! by chinsakka, literature
Literature
maybe we can use this when we fight the titans!
i found two fans in the closet
i put one in my bedroom
somehow it moved the air so
i knew what it'd mean to feel you curling my sheets
with your real-live molecules
over and over we call to each other like some agitated birds
how dare you how dare you how dare you
i want to leave words in your mouth like a collection of marbles
i want to leave marbles rolling in your mouth
yes, your jaw is clotted, growing sore but please consider the glass carefully
fill your mouth
in my least favorite fairy tale, she spills tallow on the sleeping prince
and is banished from the kingdom
he is a polar bear except at night, she goes to see him at night
but knowing the shape of things is not what you do in in love
she was gravitationally ejected: like a comet
i am coated in wax
myself
my hands are full
my hands are empty
my hands measure 7-and-a-half inches from wrist to middle finger
I tend to walk with my thumb (4.25") tucked into my palm
(does this mean I lack ambition?)
yes, I am living outside my skin lately
I am in a family way, I am full up of family
family falling every which way
I could learn names of plants to please my father
or names of birds: I could get ornithological
I could learn better meanings of the word anchorage
all month long I rub perfume into my wrists
I am teaching myself new ways to be brave
barbie lifts up hair from my neck (unknown measurement), with a razor
uncovering a dry brown riverbed
something crash-landed today
at the crux between my neck and skull
suddenly all mailboxes looked
post apocalyptic
and i felt injured terribly
by fields of small blue flowers
at the top of some hill, running came
crash-tumbling through my legs like a scream/like a whole colony of pines
my lungs buckled and wept, my pants were falling
down
this was not exercise
this was a cave-in
I fell down through my body over and over, a marionette in fast motion
surrounded by unerring, uneaten sky.
we say things like "i didn't mean to hurt you"
as if getting hurt was ever a choice!
The visible spectrum of everything may alarm you, but don't become hideous above all, don't be horrid, or crowd-like. The swans, graceful brutes, are watching, testing. Be as knee deep waters for them and drown your ugliness there, or at least bury it in the mud to make some brine shrimp happy. Too many among the every and all try to conceal their unfortunate faces by sprouting toadstools, mustaches... These are edible, impermanent schisms while the swans swim everlasting; brutal things of beauty.
This is what its like at the bottom of the sea;
it is like an apartment in summer, it is fan centric,
flower rich, a nude girl lies dreamily on the couch
too hot for modesty, the light filtering down is like
a music box, the air is one long hum like a
neverending breath.
the way I have spent whole weeks thinking of you
reminds me of lying on the flat of my back in a pond the
bottom is thick with pennies, maybe there are ducks, there are
spigots that cause the water to babble, to itself
mostly, there are children and dog-walkers and
maybe there is a man who says the pond is for
ducks.
I can stand and I can leave and I do and the ducks
and the man are glad and the children might be disappointed
the way I drip down the sidewalk reminds me of the
calm in my heart sitting on your porch, just alone.
I will find a better, running water to wash the moss
and duck-matter from my hair.
The way I shower and then get los
If you were a boy you'd be a billy by TheBloodWriter, literature
Literature
If you were a boy you'd be a billy
Rent shouldn't be this hard to pay.
Someone, someway, could really use this money
((it's us, we're so needy)) [we don't really need this]
money is sick to handle, I purell my hands
every half hour at work, only so little because
I worry i'll strip my hands some kind of pristine,
the real way to mishandle a memento is
not at all.
Somewhere Over the Moon by TheBloodWriter, literature
Literature
Somewhere Over the Moon
Tonight's moon was the heaviest I've ever see
The gravity of its grin made me wish to spin
And it dominated the whole circumference of the sky
It's a moon so low and orange and menacing
If I were a witch I'd save up all my spells for tonight
Throw every curse I could under its auspice
"You'll grow a never ending nose"
"You'll feel your ex-lovers apathy"
"You'll be beset by plum pudding"
"You'll be scared of metaphors"
Truthfully if were a witch I'd hide beneath my pointed hat
I'd be aghast at the hollow feeling of my bird bones
I'd be best friends with a siren and kiss her toes
Sing to me beneath the husky drooping crescent moon
Serenade me
for days after i see the rain,
I note the things it does to me,
to have a head that's topped with clouds
and dreams which swirl and whirl-y-gig
my attention goes deep down below
into the soil, into green and black
i thrill to watch the patchwork moss
i thrive to see it grow so fast
wind whisks me through to make me move
more quickly than i can
the air is like loves last caress
I rush to catch its hand
and in all this have i forgot
to do what things I should
my beds unmade, there's bugs that bite
and all my work is crude
tights the word that best befits
the feeling in my strings
there is a world on either side
that i am taut between
and if i
new omens in the henhouse
what fresh hell is this (fragrance)?
new as eggshells.
I read you old poems
you keep me up to date,
upright and in the stillness of your breath
are ballooning sentiments
inside you.
We want to try, peach and whisky tea;
in the fall we brew it like witches
like Cormorants.
We can't wait till summer...
In a backwards year
leaves fall up and squeam green,
I swit and stammer
first in the pool, pickling.
Its hot out
and I have such a need.
the moon is shut,
none watch, this is indifferent
this is out of order
the catch is jammed
we of one journal, unravel
the ditties of dreams
rot on vines overgrown
and stick in the ear like sludge
the nape of your neck
arising like a phantom
and things like: honeybees
piano hands, a little
garden angel with her wings
missing, in one clean break
and a hole in her back
filling with spiders.
The time is past to pick at pieces
the moon is shut,
its glow a growl on the floor.
A Dream of Open Air Libraries by TheBloodWriter, literature
Literature
A Dream of Open Air Libraries
simile, like thumbs of sap run from my head,
hair waxes, and waxen with the places to peer
out the windows of this draw-gloves library.
These many barren shelves to stack, no order.
The upturned beauty of migrating books, opened
and a sunlight window letting in air, deteriorate.
Everything is like an atlas in hand to brain passersby
or build in, network concern, a way to tread.
As the sun drinks itself stupid I light candles,
connect each star through the roofless night,
to the patch of earth it illuminates.
They correspond despite insurmountable miles,
tug little meanings that were felt before, string-like
from out the greatest things in th