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Thank you. I intend to write but life gets in the headway, like a freeway with no speed limit. I need a stop light red. I always come back to this thread.
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Swished steps I accept as my department. However,
if you fall, please take a breath. Count to 3. Blame
the spirit of the doll, the horse, the night sky
or me. Whatever means more in your
sacred glossary. No matter.
Business as usual. Relegated to mythology
just because I outlived the Swatch.
It wasn't that the Hydra suffered in fresh water. Simply
that you need me to live. You called me here.
Love is seldom obedient.
(perhaps this is the tie linking me to the collie.)
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1.
The floor is always wet.
I clean up spills with bleach
The bleached wipes
Way before we dance time
A step with the mop head
That swishes around my feet.
The sign is a wet floor
A yellow useless caution
There is no falling trip
Only the tippy-toed balance
That is leashed love and obedience.
The love of dirty floors clean.
The head of the mop--
Goes into a mop wringer
And squeezes out the filth:
The floor is always wet.
I clean up spills with bleach
The bleached wipes
Way before we dance time
A step with the mop head
That swishes around my feet.
The sign is a wet floor
A yellow useless caution
There is no falling trip
Only the tippy-toed balance
That is leashed love and obedience.
The love of dirty floors clean.
The head of the mop--
Goes into a mop wringer
And squeezes out the filth:
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2.
He is the mop head
And I am the bucket.
I wrap long legs around
These wooden shafts-
Pretend legs humping
-the splinters ouch hard-
It’s not a witching
Or bitching broom.
A lick stick washing
There be no swishing
There is no swashing
-there is no cure-
It is chronic, the daily chore.
He is the mop head
And I am the bucket.
I wrap long legs around
These wooden shafts-
Pretend legs humping
-the splinters ouch hard-
It’s not a witching
Or bitching broom.
A lick stick washing
There be no swishing
There is no swashing
-there is no cure-
It is chronic, the daily chore.
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3.
In the usual care group-
Compared to the control group
There is no treatment-
It is the placebo in your mouth.
The mind is tricked-
Into feeling like lusty love.
It is a plastic coated long
Long acting sugar pill.
In the usual care group-
Compared to the control group
There is no treatment-
It is the placebo in your mouth.
The mind is tricked-
Into feeling like lusty love.
It is a plastic coated long
Long acting sugar pill.
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4.
We are clean socks in the basket.
He says mate, and
We pair up like match magic.
We are dirty socks in the basket.
Get away from me!
We hide behind the dirty towels.
We are clean socks in the basket.
He says mate, and
We pair up like match magic.
We are dirty socks in the basket.
Get away from me!
We hide behind the dirty towels.
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Clean is poor vision.
Every space is viable to what can live
in cold, in heat, in sweat, on apples, in water,
at all.
Sweat drips from the frantic scrubber
to the floor where she squats,
blindly trailing shit
and blood.
Lucky us we live beyond the alley
and daily marvel at her brush
scrubbing circles in the plasma,
signing thickly brown.
Clean is poor vision.
Every space is viable to what can live
in cold, in heat, in sweat, on apples, in water,
at all.
Sweat drips from the frantic scrubber
to the floor where she squats,
blindly trailing shit
and blood.
Lucky us we live beyond the alley
and daily marvel at her brush
scrubbing circles in the plasma,
signing thickly brown.
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5.
Washing away dirt memories
And the horror of permanent stains
--his murder scene--
The bleach doesn’t work on the blood
The blood of hearts tears crying.
--he is gone gone--
Weeping on knees wet floors.
Sopping up the red clotted cream.
--why I can’t cry why--
With a pale depression sponge
On the carpet of his nightmare.
--it is not about me--
Why fuck why fuck why
I am still mopping up his blood.
--all of my life --
Make it stop! Rusty blade!
I can’t cut myself deep enough.
--to forget--
Washing away dirt memories
And the horror of permanent stains
--his murder scene--
The bleach doesn’t work on the blood
The blood of hearts tears crying.
--he is gone gone--
Weeping on knees wet floors.
Sopping up the red clotted cream.
--why I can’t cry why--
With a pale depression sponge
On the carpet of his nightmare.
--it is not about me--
Why fuck why fuck why
I am still mopping up his blood.
--all of my life --
Make it stop! Rusty blade!
I can’t cut myself deep enough.
--to forget--
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6.
What the fuck--I can fuck myself.
I am fucked up, fucked in, and all fucked out.
What the break-- I can break myself.
I am broken up, broken in, and all broke out.
What the hurt-- I can hurt myself.
I am hurt up, hurt in and all hurt out.
What the burn--I can burn myself.
I am burned up, burned in, and all burned out.
What the cut-- I can cut myself.
I am cut up, cut in, and all cut out.
What the crack--I can crack myself.
I am cracked up, cracked in, and all cracked out.
What the scar--I can scar myself.
I am scarred up, scarred in, and all scarred out.
What the freeze--I can freeze myself.
I am frozen up, frozen in, and all frozen out.
What the write--I can write myself.
I am wrote up, wrote in, and all wrote out.
What the fuck--I can fuck myself.
I am fucked up, fucked in, and all fucked out.
What the break-- I can break myself.
I am broken up, broken in, and all broke out.
What the hurt-- I can hurt myself.
I am hurt up, hurt in and all hurt out.
What the burn--I can burn myself.
I am burned up, burned in, and all burned out.
What the cut-- I can cut myself.
I am cut up, cut in, and all cut out.
What the crack--I can crack myself.
I am cracked up, cracked in, and all cracked out.
What the scar--I can scar myself.
I am scarred up, scarred in, and all scarred out.
What the freeze--I can freeze myself.
I am frozen up, frozen in, and all frozen out.
What the write--I can write myself.
I am wrote up, wrote in, and all wrote out.
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One more for good luck
This saddle
tooled paisley and deep amber
will obey the pulse
and squeeze of your specific
thighs. Arise!
This field is yours again.
Indeed it was always
only borrowed. You need not
strain your eyes
nor dismount to find
jewels you thought stolen.
Sun strikes bright
prism at your throat
chakra. Every word
heard so speak
love and you will be carried
to love's pasture.
This modest gate
never locked. The latch
clasped lightly
for your lift. Come.
This saddle
tooled paisley and deep amber
will obey the pulse
and squeeze of your specific
thighs. Arise!
This field is yours again.
Indeed it was always
only borrowed. You need not
strain your eyes
nor dismount to find
jewels you thought stolen.
Sun strikes bright
prism at your throat
chakra. Every word
heard so speak
love and you will be carried
to love's pasture.
This modest gate
never locked. The latch
clasped lightly
for your lift. Come.
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You have six more to go.
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Perhaps the lucky
die mid-thrust
arms lifted, stone in hand.
Perhaps. But I hope for
long and quiet years
listening to rain on the roof
and when it stops
pressing seeds into pliant earth.
My spade will carefully
spare the worms
because one day I will need them.
Perhaps the lucky
die mid-thrust
arms lifted, stone in hand.
Perhaps. But I hope for
long and quiet years
listening to rain on the roof
and when it stops
pressing seeds into pliant earth.
My spade will carefully
spare the worms
because one day I will need them.
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3
teeth skim scarf
right off
monumental shoulders
Let me
please let
your heavy head
lay here
in my cupping
palms, fingers
pushing paths through
your splendid density
of ink black hair sprung free
from resentment
and which cannot be contained
by plastics
teeth skim scarf
right off
monumental shoulders
Let me
please let
your heavy head
lay here
in my cupping
palms, fingers
pushing paths through
your splendid density
of ink black hair sprung free
from resentment
and which cannot be contained
by plastics
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Thank you for staying for another six. I have no formal write or jive. I type on a blank screen. It is an unread and unsaid shelter for letters that string together. I cried yesterday and went to bed.
I will investigate your favorite poet. I don’t know many poets.
I appreciate this compliment.
And I write me off of you, do you see?
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THIS IS THE DRAMATIC CONCLUSION!!!
Yes fair viewer saved for the very last
minutes after the popcorn break where you see
the problematic sociopath
who is devoted. Oh indeed, devoted. Almost
likeable. Here's where he holds the gun
to his own temple and says
Don't come any closer.
By which he means, don't raise the mirror
for I shall not look.
He is both threat and hostage.
Thus strikes clear the line with
accidental elegance.
Yes fair viewer saved for the very last
minutes after the popcorn break where you see
the problematic sociopath
who is devoted. Oh indeed, devoted. Almost
likeable. Here's where he holds the gun
to his own temple and says
Don't come any closer.
By which he means, don't raise the mirror
for I shall not look.
He is both threat and hostage.
Thus strikes clear the line with
accidental elegance.
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THIS IS THE DRAMATIC CLOSURE!
They don’t make rubber bands
For security sutures sake--
We have silk, vicryl, retention
And yarn- The heavy weighted
Wool holds knots tight--
Stop insides from falling out
Of the sky where the belly
Follows the stars stomach--
There are no bedside visitors
This healing in the darkest night
It is cold, cold closure.
THIS IS THE DRAMATIC CLOSURE!
They don’t make rubber bands
For security sutures sake--
We have silk, vicryl, retention
And yarn- The heavy weighted
Wool holds knots tight--
Stop insides from falling out
Of the sky where the belly
Follows the stars stomach--
There are no bedside visitors
This healing in the darkest night
It is cold, cold closure.
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1.
Everyone loves the happy manic
It is infectious energy contaminating
Contaminating everyone for hours.
But they don’t love you-- they don’t
See the ink black hair un-brushed
The plastics tangled in the bush.
It is a life for their amusement-
A joke, a mimic of what they
Wish were a feel real.
Is it real? They don’t see
Days under blankets the cold
Power plucked just like that.
Where did I go? I don’t know.
Everyone loves the happy manic
It is infectious energy contaminating
Contaminating everyone for hours.
But they don’t love you-- they don’t
See the ink black hair un-brushed
The plastics tangled in the bush.
It is a life for their amusement-
A joke, a mimic of what they
Wish were a feel real.
Is it real? They don’t see
Days under blankets the cold
Power plucked just like that.
Where did I go? I don’t know.
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2.
Hey-They don’t love you--
And you know it is true.
It is green before dark blue--
Recycling bottles of you.
Empty bottles of who--
Who you were you.
When you were you--
Before the dump glass truck.
To be made into something else.
Hey-They don’t love you--
And you know it is true.
It is green before dark blue--
Recycling bottles of you.
Empty bottles of who--
Who you were you.
When you were you--
Before the dump glass truck.
To be made into something else.
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Personal Ad: To the Hard Nipple Mommy
I saw you walking west on 135th and saw you look
twice into the shiny, dark, SUV
playing "talk to me baby"
throbs across the curb
with the door open
I saw you look down
(at the stroller)
look up (at Adam Clayton Powell)
and move on
without a glance back
No salt on your shoes.
And it's a good thing for so many
many reasons. Not just that
you didn't buy. Not just that you
did not stray,
but also because 10 feet back
(Yes I was walking the other way)
10 feet back, NYPD
Blue was watching you and twirling
a cell phone
between twitchy fingers.
You moved on.
Clap for that.
Personal Ad: To the Hard Nipple Mommy
I saw you walking west on 135th and saw you look
twice into the shiny, dark, SUV
playing "talk to me baby"
throbs across the curb
with the door open
I saw you look down
(at the stroller)
look up (at Adam Clayton Powell)
and move on
without a glance back
No salt on your shoes.
And it's a good thing for so many
many reasons. Not just that
you didn't buy. Not just that you
did not stray,
but also because 10 feet back
(Yes I was walking the other way)
10 feet back, NYPD
Blue was watching you and twirling
a cell phone
between twitchy fingers.
You moved on.
Clap for that.
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Christ ya know
I'm feedin' two cats here. One
has a hanging belly and the other
starves. So I gotta imprison one
while I feed the other
and ignore the scratching
the miaowing and scratching
And that's my day before the internet.
It only gets worse.
Christ ya know
I'm feedin' two cats here. One
has a hanging belly and the other
starves. So I gotta imprison one
while I feed the other
and ignore the scratching
the miaowing and scratching
And that's my day before the internet.
It only gets worse.
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