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finally

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on September 27, 2003 4:14 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBacks (0)

finally
·
radiant in the heat
of the moment the
pleasant pressure of her
atmosphere & aware
the lateness of the
hour & every other
measure she weighs
against the center
waits watches as
the imbalance slips
silent by yes &
on beyond doubts
& settles into
impatience
&
she sighs,
finally
yes, oh
yes, not
yet, but
yes.
·
next morning
the mind & hands
prepare the body,
make it clean & dizzy,
obsessed & soft, almost,
not quite;
·
she takes
the intricate &
extreme liberties
minimally necessary
& chooses among them as if
they were gifts, giddy & ready
·
& the last lingering fretful
practical ethical logical
momentum against this
collides violently with
the urgency which
weaves away
unscathed
scattering excuses like
you woudn't believe
·
·
she tosses a dazzling
glance backwards just as
your eyes lose her
entirely
·
know you
never knew her
·
& nothing further
·

~me (09.23.2003)

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psychosocial nudism

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lizard

on September 12, 2003 11:08 AM | Permalink | Comments (41) | TrackBacks (0)

in the interest of full frontal disclosure i wrote this other one too. again, iffy iffy. but hey.
you strip down
lay yourself out
i know you can't fake it
but are you tired and naked
are you tired and naked?
~michael stipe
yes. yes i am.

on my own
�
�
i let my self
go
loose
deliberate spinout centrifugal inspiration
creates this fugue state
to absorb the shock i am
graceless fallen
face it i
made this
my choice
and i am
i am
hesitant and
then lost and then
beyond lost i find
this place call it
my own it is
built where i buried
the last chance
i stand with feet planted
firm in the earth as the
evidence of what i have
senselessly wasted
decomposes gently
beneath me and
face it i
made this
it is my choice
and it stands absent
of absolution
it stands stubborn
on its own on
my own
�
�
~(me) 09.12.03

words and pictures

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lizard

on September 12, 2003 7:27 AM | Permalink | Comments (10) | TrackBacks (0)

imagine a photograph of the recent past processed with imbalanced chemistry into 1000 slurred words of revisionist history rendered artistically

better than remembering
the illusive truths
lost in the circumstances
and the vastness
of the spaces
in between
the lines

given what was
left unsaid
and

in return
an answer
and

yes, i am less
than willing but
i find i must,
and
so i will:

listen carefully
this whisper will only be
forced once from me, twisted through my
tightened throat, there,
there, i did it, dammit,
i did admit it,

did you
hear it?

~(me) 09.12.03

bad teenage poetry corner

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lizard

on September 8, 2003 10:28 AM | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBacks (0)

junior damn high school. mrs. allen's creative writing class. it wasn't my first choice of electives, you know. but it changed my whole, entire life.

what if ... naah.

and i've never exactly thought of it like this, but you know, mrs. allen was a saint. can you imagine, your whole career devoted to the care and maintenance of bad teenage poetry (including publishing an entire book of it every year). and believe me i only post the stuff that is waaaaay over to the 'not so bad' end of the bad teenage poetry scale.

there are copies of echoes '75 and '76 that i could seriously be blackmailed with.

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