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...and perhaps you will discover that these things which lightened your days were not as bright as first imagined, but that the illusion had more conviction than the illumination, and in the dying light and disorientation the darkness passed each of your senses through the aperture of the new: the flesh; the structures; the worn artefacts of the world became a braille for your lovely hands.
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bySaturday, January 1, 2011It has been seen in dreams: death is to swim beneath water that has an impenetrable surface, facing upwards, an open parachute trailing behind like a submerged hurricane. The movements of all other beings in the afterlife are eased by flow: I am tasked with fighting against drag and current for eternity.
A Lithe Salmon Flashes SkywardsYou, admiring the anemones and pincered beasts of the shallows, never look down upon my craving face; my wails cannot rise as even small bubbles through the immersion. I will watch you walk away from the shoreline in a perpetual loop, ever yearning to flash skywards into your thin air like a lithe salmon.
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byFriday, December 31, 2010The hands of all gods are wringing:they have been emptied of love.Misunderstood, it has been laid down.We must gather it to ourselves.We must turn to others and surrenderall love we guarded from the world.The great worship is each for the other;the great praise is one circleof given,and received. -
byMonday, December 27, 2010The mapping of flaw has been completed. The shape of my name inherits the angles and contours of infamy. It can barb a tongue if uttered in certain quarters. It can be used as a flamethrower, can be a bottle filled with rags and propane and thrown against an ear. My name can glaze eyes with the longing for an intimate jihad….
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bySunday, December 26, 2010To make love in the sands of Persiais not to know the desert:to love is to grip at smoke;to clutch at air.A lover, loving, knows nothingof the history of loveor of love’s future: it is to cradlewater for an insatiable thirstin the palms: to quencha lifetime in each instant. -
byFriday, December 24, 2010‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter… -
byTuesday, December 21, 2010You will know of this.It will furrow your brow and twist your sheetsdeep into still, still nights. You may need to mumbleassurances to feel that you existor that you ever existed.You may feel inclined to resort to countingworry beads with affirmations;to eat too much cake;to discover the maelstrom of stupor… -
bySunday, December 12, 2010To all who were not born as heirs to beautythe memory of the flight of Icarus is dedicated –you will not know even the dry bones of such exhilaration,or how, from a loom of wings we are each woven softlyinto delusions of great heights.Zeus was a travelling salesmanwho cleared a trail through lovelessnesswith his bare tongue.He returned with trench warfare and croissants,paid for with the thin vertebrae of your finest warriors.His backbone was the litmus for the battle.His mistresses had breasts like slipknots;their truths were dressed in leather – they had whipsand devilish instructions.He tried to sell us life,but we knew that disaster had been built into the product.taste me like you taste a delicacy.meet me on the same corner that you meet doom… -
byFriday, December 10, 2010This is an abecedarian verse, written for this site’s poetry and literature glossary. The overarching premise of this type of poem is that (beginning with “A”) each new word in the poem starts with a successive letter in the alphabet. (A, B, C, D, E, etc.)
As Becky cried, darkness eventually fell,granting her invisibility.Joy keeps losing momentum:negative, obscenely probing questions;repeatedly stating that understandingvanity was xenophobia,yielded zero. -
byFriday, December 10, 2010The chimps ate the garden!They ate the flowers up.Lily and buttercup.Oh, yes they did.The chimps stole the music.They danced into the night.The neighbours are uptight.Oh, yes they are.The chimps all have sore guts.They drank the apple punch.They drank it all at lunch.That’ll teach ‘em. -
byTuesday, December 7, 2010This is a new zoneto float in:unheard –with that voice;with those things to say.What of the zeitgeist;the contract;the franchise;the promisedland?..
