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frozen mattress grief
stood staring you right in the eyes
through the gray window
buried in the yard beneath
all those playgrounds and
you're right on top of the sky
lounging on clouds,
betting your heart for airplanes
when the smoke coils up
from your sharpened face
we stood under a willow tree
in the coughing heat of summer
i pulled a paper cigarette from
my pocket and i thought i'd talk
to god peering through the roots in the sky.
let's just talk to god maybe hoping
hesheit will listen though i don't
really expect replies to come
rumbling through the air like
sonic boom pacing faster
than sound, cushioning
our eardrums with pretty silence
till everything just blows up in our faces.
camping out in grimy alleys behind your
apartment building cause
damn(,) daddy was home
and you were afraid of his eyes
and the stale breath
and the scowl carving itself
right on his forehead
just telling you you're not enough.
daddy daddy daddy
you asked to run away with me.
the sky wore a blackened face
blushing with reds, only reds,
stalking up and i'm thinking
maybe it was embarrassed to see
two tiny little nothings clinging to
each other in the streets, fumbling,
freezing, falling, me & you, you & me
the corners of your mouth
turning ever-so-down makin' me think
something was going straight through
your mind and swimming there,
something about now and your daddy
and me
hoping maybe we were both dead
so you could be free again
well darling you could free
yourself from me anytime you
like, i'm all right all alone,
but he's another story i swear
he'll rip you to little skinny
pieces loved to the floor
loved, you know?
loved.
woven with perfect care
with a kiss in your eyes .
yeah.
i'm too far from home and
you're too much for these
hands to hold
so even though it's tough
for you i think i've gotta
let you go
(goodnight.)
stood staring you right in the eyes
through the gray window
buried in the yard beneath
all those playgrounds and
you're right on top of the sky
lounging on clouds,
betting your heart for airplanes
when the smoke coils up
from your sharpened face
we stood under a willow tree
in the coughing heat of summer
i pulled a paper cigarette from
my pocket and i thought i'd talk
to god peering through the roots in the sky.
let's just talk to god maybe hoping
hesheit will listen though i don't
really expect replies to come
rumbling through the air like
sonic boom pacing faster
than sound, cushioning
our eardrums with pretty silence
till everything just blows up in our faces.
camping out in grimy alleys behind your
apartment building cause
damn(,) daddy was home
and you were afraid of his eyes
and the stale breath
and the scowl carving itself
right on his forehead
just telling you you're not enough.
daddy daddy daddy
you asked to run away with me.
the sky wore a blackened face
blushing with reds, only reds,
stalking up and i'm thinking
maybe it was embarrassed to see
two tiny little nothings clinging to
each other in the streets, fumbling,
freezing, falling, me & you, you & me
the corners of your mouth
turning ever-so-down makin' me think
something was going straight through
your mind and swimming there,
something about now and your daddy
and me
hoping maybe we were both dead
so you could be free again
well darling you could free
yourself from me anytime you
like, i'm all right all alone,
but he's another story i swear
he'll rip you to little skinny
pieces loved to the floor
loved, you know?
loved.
woven with perfect care
with a kiss in your eyes .
yeah.
i'm too far from home and
you're too much for these
hands to hold
so even though it's tough
for you i think i've gotta
let you go
(goodnight.)
Literature
Lightbulb
How many times do you have to
screw with my head
around like
an electric socket that goes to a lightbulb until it goes dead
from so much exhaustion of always having to"stay on"
for a faulty parallel circuit that just gives in
to the slightest trigger that touches its brim
copper wires wrapped around power that is trying to glow
Why are you hiding me in a restrictive shallow sheath skin
when I'm trying to grow
all I want is to feel complete in a formation
that travels like traffic, paving a way
for my electrons to scurry like the information I have to retain
that shock me in the brain
that mold ideas and thoughts that
awfully hurt me
Literature
the trees change
soft gray sunset
fluttering limbs like trunks in the breeze
banana leafs shuffle,
a yellow-green wave
dyed with the thought of rain
the blue of cloud and steel holding back
the bowl of blackberries and milk, a teaspoon of sugar
crosshatched where the birch-hairs twine
in overlapping lines scrawled above
the white bodies turn brown
stretched from molten crucible
into blown gestures
faint suggestions to the wind
the upside-down birdcages
unfurl near the brim
their arms splitting and
growing barbs like battle maces
when the leaves carve away
the paper bark shivers,
leafs, electric on the stem
the shadow from the trunk bleeds
and stains the b
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The man in the black suit.
The man in the black suit is sad and lonely. I understand how he feels. He understands how I feel. He keeps his head bowed and his long hair hides his face, but not completely. I can see he smiles at me. Those that know me say that he is wrong for me, but I don't listen to them. Together we are as happy as two sad people can be. The man in the black suit and I move in together. We make love. It is the first time for him and the first time for me, or so he leads me to believe. Afterwards he gets up and says that we are finished. I ask him: "Why? We are in love. We are happy together?" He says he just wanted to have me, and now he
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Frighteningly good, this is.