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it is in these earnest times
that the skeletons pulse electric
and small-step emergencies
only shake up the partial.
sight only raises the question
of whom the freak is
this time but
this time
it does not exist.
and so i grew,
in terror of the strong
and unpopular.
they wade among us still.
the multiplicity is reconstructed
and the mundane sell
themselves off.
at once, the eyes are passive
but words are anything but.
urban loop,
sing to me now
of small nothings
and realities inconsequential,
as if the level-headed
are prophetic
and the apocalypse
drips upon us.
the clever survive and thrive and play
the fools,
but antiquity is dying off
in the way we live.
and yet i cling
to the notion
that we can learn something
from the dead.
that the skeletons pulse electric
and small-step emergencies
only shake up the partial.
sight only raises the question
of whom the freak is
this time but
this time
it does not exist.
and so i grew,
in terror of the strong
and unpopular.
they wade among us still.
the multiplicity is reconstructed
and the mundane sell
themselves off.
at once, the eyes are passive
but words are anything but.
urban loop,
sing to me now
of small nothings
and realities inconsequential,
as if the level-headed
are prophetic
and the apocalypse
drips upon us.
the clever survive and thrive and play
the fools,
but antiquity is dying off
in the way we live.
and yet i cling
to the notion
that we can learn something
from the dead.
Literature
Absence
there is snow all around
and we have invited you in
but silence falls like night
and the winds carry no sound
I remember; it was by the river
when you carried me on your shoulders
I covered your eyes with my hands
and there was laughter
It was in the woods, I remember
you taught me to ski
it was getting dark already
and there was still a long way to go
and yet there was no rush
and we talked about the stars
I remember; It was by the sea
already after everything changed
on a cold day still full of joy
when we were all brought together;
there were few words, even then
but we could still see the shine
and the pride in your eyes
as I took h
Literature
6-4-14
We stay at a hotel in the middle of somewhere-nowhere, Illinois, small-town-almost-no-town-at-all. If you trek a half-mile in that direction you'll find a sort of main street. Most of the shop buildings are for rent, storefronts stand empty and dark, ceilings inside collapsed, some species of scattered lesser temples, innumerable ages ago discarded.
I walk long miles by night or day down empty railroad tracks, the tracks of passing writers, painters, engineers, coal, hydrochloric acid, freight. The rail guards riding last cars wave in passing and leave me on my way. Gravel and porous fossil-like cement rocks crunch at every step.
Peop
Literature
2/30
Summer burns its spine
into my shoulders through the asphalt
and I cry the lullabies
my mother used to sing me
//bury the memories underneath my
fingernails like a splinter that will never heal//
//only to bare my teeth
when my tongue finds its blackened corner//
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"urban loop, / sing to me now / of small nothings / and realities inconsequential, / as if the level-headed / are prophetic / and the apocalypse / drips upon us."
Excellent. This poem is a great blend of solid reason, embraced chaos, dizzying imagery, and clever wordplay. (Also, I love that you used the word "antiquity.")
Excellent. This poem is a great blend of solid reason, embraced chaos, dizzying imagery, and clever wordplay. (Also, I love that you used the word "antiquity.")