That Doorthat one right there.That Door
I know I'll walk through it. Sometimes oak, often iron. Always changing. With every blink of my eyelids certainty scatters to the corners.
If Hell was on the other side would I still walk through into redness ashes for eyes hands everywhere rings eating through fingers, crowns crushing skulls, every man woman child elf and ugly ogre is face-in-hands and without sense.
Would I walk through, into a classroom
Headphones ONI can feel myself all I want is sure to be sureness, a steady step, foot in mid-hover. A cloud of comfort, some bullshit about a beard, hair in my eyes, it's there, in front of me.Headphones ON
Pinback is singing it.
It's a loungy cool soft step groove.
Bonding Timegirls bond with serious discussion I've heard them talking. They think boys bond by video game adrenaline, but they are only partly right.Bonding Time
They are right about boys. Men, however, never play. We only keep each other in check with constant vigilance and endless tests. Not of character, but prowess in case a real enemy happens by. I mean one that cuts us. Kills things. Takes our home by storm and ruins night and day.
Not that sneak who whispers creeps through windows with needy eye sockets.
No. I'm talking battle. &nb
OriginalsOriginalsOriginals
The conch's twist holds an old world. Just beyond the glossy rim
where the shell curves out of sight a half-full bottle plunges into the sea. The green glass has no end, its sides spreading
light like a coloured lens. But this ocean is a dark edge, as if eyes had never lifted
its hard dermis. A wave curls and becomes icecream in a turqouise bowl. You are here, looking through spirals at someone else who is you. The bowl empties and a cold signifier stings the skull.
This time it is no echo &
Snapshots of a Day1 In my dream last night, I made a balding Viking pacifist out of green legos and an empty pastry bag. After peacefully pillaging a plastic English toupe shop, we ravaged two raspberry scones and marched on to Oslo for intense meditation.Snapshots of a Day
2 My imagination throws a costume party in the A.M. When I show up in a towel and flip-flops, she laughs from behind her Queen Mab get-up and hands me a Solo cup.
3 I did not believe his burgundy flannel shirt, but his bloodshot eyes may have been from
Raid my baby beard!
On Strike
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"I must endure one or two caterpillars if I wish to become aquainted with the butterflies" The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
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Life is a rough draft.
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"I must endure one or two caterpillars if I wish to become aquainted with the butterflies" The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
I love your poetry, and usually I read most of it 2-3 times before marking it as read.
You're one of my favourite poets.
I'll try to be better, but for now this lousy comment is what you get.
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We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to.
- W. Somerset Maugham
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Life is a rough draft.
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