You say smut like it's a bad thing
she mumbled at him.
Tie me to the ribbons
floss me with feathered barbs
slide me into my skin.
Scaffolding to the rafters
folded bodies smudged,
as if that makes sense.
If I wanted you to narrate I
wouldn't have asked you to
come | over here yes ' t ' day.
Lips drawn sloppily in spit:
I can nearly taste what it is
I'm trying to be.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
winterfall midnight (mumbled)
he thinks in terms of cinematography;
the roundness: of the compass, of the beast, of the breast;
it isn't enough to braid your thoughts on Tuesdays;
reddened Kool-aid, for dyeing not drinking;
chiseled from stone, an ear (faulty);
at five, it's cold and darkthirty;
too many commas;
unfurl me (dare);
danglingly;
alight.
the roundness: of the compass, of the beast, of the breast;
it isn't enough to braid your thoughts on Tuesdays;
reddened Kool-aid, for dyeing not drinking;
chiseled from stone, an ear (faulty);
at five, it's cold and darkthirty;
too many commas;
unfurl me (dare);
danglingly;
alight.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
winterfall 30mumbledsomething
The classifieds, highlighted
1. Louis XIV blaring
2. Hot chocolate
3. Clashing pinks 'round my neck
4. If it bleeds, it leads
a. in a puddle
b. at night
5. The rain may have started before, but I realized it while I stood there
6. He wasn't missing as much as absent from the same space
7. I can smell him on my skin, a month later, still
8. Winter here, winter now
9. I dismantled a typewriter last night (insomnia)
10. As if; as if.
1. Louis XIV blaring
2. Hot chocolate
3. Clashing pinks 'round my neck
4. If it bleeds, it leads
a. in a puddle
b. at night
5. The rain may have started before, but I realized it while I stood there
6. He wasn't missing as much as absent from the same space
7. I can smell him on my skin, a month later, still
8. Winter here, winter now
9. I dismantled a typewriter last night (insomnia)
10. As if; as if.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
winterfall 28
my body as traitor
as coffin and slave
body as prison,
or is it prism?
the body gradient (gravely radiant)
the body as halves and holes
my body as rec center
pleasure center
rent-a-center
tomorrow perhaps.
my body as current, as flame
untempered and undone.
as coffin and slave
body as prison,
or is it prism?
the body gradient (gravely radiant)
the body as halves and holes
my body as rec center
pleasure center
rent-a-center
tomorrow perhaps.
my body as current, as flame
untempered and undone.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
winterfall 25
He says to me French horror isn't
really horror at all.
It sounds perfectly French, I said.
really horror at all.
It sounds perfectly French, I said.
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