do you know?01.do you know?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you know how badly
she wanted you to breathe?
she'd take polaroid snapshots of the air around you
and she stuck all onehundredeightythree photos
in a little photo album
that she labelled help
so that, maybe,
if she helped you take those breaths
she could finally be your reason for living
since she could never be
just by herself.
do you know how badly
she loved you?
everytime you stepped into the room
it seemed like you'd replaced all the oxygen
and she couldn't breathe
but she loved that glorious feeling of you filling her lungs
pulsing through her veins
and even when she got lightheaded and saw stars
not one of them was more brilliant
do you know how badly
she missed you?
she spent every night awake until the sun came up,
waiting for her phone to ring
and your name to flash on the screen
but all she ever got
was a beep and a warning: low battery
and those dark circles under her eyes
and she wrote you letters
telling you everything she couldn't pu
that may.we turned off televisions and radios, hearing your name on strange tongues, and turned instead to solace; your grandmother, alone in her room, untold of your death. and Pavel, part crying to your coffin, part laughing towards the sky;that may.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ira, in purple hail, we saw you standing there. your bones just buried 'neath the ground,
denied - we saw you everywhere.
HalationWait until tomorrow comes,Halation6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when moonbeams dance on silvered tiptoes
and stars live in the black spaces between your ribs
pushmumbling beneath your skin.
So that your secrets hidden in little known places,
will be lit by the moon boats casting anchor in the color of your eyes
and the glow of firefly comets drifting about your heart.
[or maybe a soul]
What to do when the Queen DiesRun. Panic. Scream. Anything.What to do when the Queen Dies5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this isn't about you, per se,
but nothing is anymore.
Crush a colony. Swat a hive.
Drink two gallons of nectar.
Or seven and a half litres,
for you English wood ants.
long live the corpse
of a plastic pismire,
a tyrant bumblebee.
this is why you should've studied entomology
Regicide. Matricide. Pesticide.
All hail the jealous Princess.
Treachery. Bugspray. Poison.
Envy. Shortcut to the throne.
Nobody expects the innocent ones.
i never expected you
Step on an anthill. Smash a honeycomb. Ruin a home.
Make love to the widower king. Tell him you love him.
Call his daughter a slut. Kill his daughter. That whore.
Make love to his brother. Kill his brother.
I'm your donorIf you're getting this letter, I'm already dead. Either that, or that good for nothing Dr. Maynard just cheated me a bag of gummy worms to satisfy that sweet tooth of his. But I'm getting away from the point. So here it is: you're the lucky bastard who's getting my heart. Excuse the language, I'm not usually this rash, but hey, what's a dying girl to say? Which brings me to my next question: why do you need a new heart anyways? Were you a murderer in your past life? Do you have a bad soul or something that makes it so that your own heart won't work properly? I sure hope not, because if you are a bad person, and you end up getting my heart, I'll haunt you forever. No joke.I'm your donor5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But, from the looks of your photo, you don't seem evil. They won't let me meet you because they think we'll get too attached. "They" as in the doctors, which is ironic, because
Claphe clapped and the whole world stopped.Clap6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
he clapped and the girl at the checkout till stared at him and said, "what the hell are you doing?" but she didn't really say it because it was in her head.
last week, she'd smiled at a different boy but it turned out that he was not so different after all. she had been disappointed.
she'd decided to become different like she wanted, but it wasn't turning out so well. she liked her clothes and makeup and shoes and hair and music, so it seemed she could do nothing about anything.
it didn't even cross her mind that this boy could be different when stepped up to the till. he was buying shaving foam, a box of brand cornflakes and a toothbrush, for god's sake. what could be more indifferent than that?
"it's a metaphor," he said.
"look, I don't care if it's left or right or up or down, you can stop clapping now." exasperated was the word. confused at the phrases pulling themselves out of her mouth, too; they were words also.
"he smiled," he said.
the tides.atlantic.the tides.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
you smell like cigarettes and musk, and when i close my eyes, i imagine your waters are not quite so cold, and that the gun-metal gray clouds above your head do not reflect your thoughts. your fingers rush towards my ankles, trying to pull me in, and then you are shoving me away, running back to your sea bed, which, i don't believe, will ever completely hold you.
you are turqouise waters, with simple, colorful thoughts swimming in your head like tropical fish. the clear blue sky above is a backdrop to the birds flitting above your soft waves like your eyes over my face. your waters do not toss and turn like the sleepless bereaved; instead, they are comforting, cradling like a young mother.
you bash against everything; the ships, the docks, throwing yourself into the buildings with their windows shut against your furies. i am still standing at your shores, awaiting the day you will stop trying to tear me from the face of the earth. i am
backyard astronomerWhen I saw the neighbor's namebackyard astronomer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the obituary,
I thought of his telescope
looking out into the universe
on the balcony with a pen
and the almanac open
to the astronomy section.
I thought of how he did not wake up early
to watch the morning rise red,
but to see that the sun and the moon
know how to share a sky.
I thought of the apples he ate for breakfast,
how each core became that of a new sun
in his interpretation of the solar system.
("There is at least a nibble
in every celestial body out there
and the teeth marks show,
but they still exist
and they still go on").
I thought of how he always said
he was never too interested in gardening,
but that the flowers that reminded of stars were nice
because he could plant his own constellations.
so now, Orion sprawls across his lawn
with a belt of bluebells
and an azalea weapon,
the little dipper is a smoldering chain
and the weeds are the unknown spaces
He was the third person
down the line in the obituary
there is no elephantthere is no elephant6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dear boy with dough-lined eyes,
i am sleeping on empty mattresses and waiting by the window. the ashtray is empty but the bathtub's still blue.
dear boy with frog-eared lungs,
today i cook pasta, spirals not wheels. the sauce is red instead of white. my left hand is empty. i call you and tell you these are things i'm willing to sacrifice.
dear boy with fire-glow lips,
there is moonshine in my veins. there is glycerin on my skin. even a devil's mile away we spark.
dear boy with caged-bull ribs,
there is no elephant in the room. there is a chest of drawers dated 1874. there is an empty nest. there are three blind mice. the zookeeper just left.
dear boy with mirror-grazed limbs,
yesterday i wrote you a letter, licked the envelope, dropped it in the mailbox. in three days your scar-ridden hands will slide along the edges and you'll pretend it's me. eyes closed.
symphonies with your handsi.symphonies with your hands6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want you when it snows, when fat, cold raindrops splash, making ripples in clear green lakes and scaring away obese goldfish who make a living off of bread crumbs
in the summer
And when they die, as sheets of ice appear over their manmade homes and the dont feed the animals signs turn to gelid slates of makeshift glass, I will call you by crackling flames wrapped in finished wood and a new iron grate
Because you alight / air / with your words /
I want you when the silence bares witness to ending treaties, cut-off companionships, fly-away spirits with minds in the shape of origami cranes and the color of red-breasted robins
the quiet is their disguise,
Vertebrae1.Vertebrae6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the birds scatter
it hasn't been this cold
a scarecrow rediscovers the sky,
numb with autumn's veils;
I share my empty pockets
with the homeless
like the earth does.
3. familiar voices on the tv
I don't know myself
for what I have seen
they know where we are.
the trees are quiet for now.
I remember the barbed wire
of evenings spent as a kid,
when no one spoke unless spoken to
and the odds were never in anyone's favor.
dinner was a silent movie; the thick air
roped through us with violence,
widening every little sound
to ridiculous proportions.
at night we waited
for what seemed inevitable,
grinding our teeth in the farthest corner
of the house. we waited, and waited;
for years we waited.
6. the dripping honey of summer
the snow has stopped,
white horses gathering
by the windowsill.
I pack my bags on a whim,
half a winter
and some leftover money
never meant to be s
A cigar is just a cigarFreud and the penis shaped cigar clenched between his teethA cigar is just a cigar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stare at me from beneath everything I've ever written.
Clearly, he says, this obsession with monsters stems from
a childhood trauma. You're in love with deadly women
because your mother never loved you. You're in love with
the devil because your father never loved you. Your sexual
repression has led to isolation. Your isolation has led to
this anxious pathology.
Why darling, he says, and the cigar jumps, everyone
knows the girl you wrote into this labyrinth is you.
Once you address the source of your problems,
this unhealthy writing compulsion will cease.
So I cut my hair and left my basement for the first time
in twenty years. I took the bus to the center of the city
and spent half a lifetime in warm dens and nicotine smoke,
in bars full of women with amorphous eyes and gentle fingers,
in strip light burst my eyes light, in the back of a stranger's car
behind the abandoned earth. Like a wounded animal I touched
her face. I le
There Must Be Something Wrong1:37 AMThere Must Be Something Wrong5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There must be something wrong
about slouching in this chair,
struggling with the English language
while attempting to cram myself
into some select words
that will somehow communicate my soul,
my state of being to another person,
as if I could understand another human being
enough to bring them to the bluff
that overlooks my life and point out
the various turning points and mountaintops
that have brought me to my current position
on a timeline labeled "life" and stuffed into
some obscure celestial file cabinet
in between "the orbit of pluto"
(when it used to matter like a planet)
and "the name of that star that wishes it was polaris."
There must be something wrong
about assumptions that what I will do tomorrow
will benefit the little slice of the world
I've carved out for myself, neatly labeling
and cataloging every individual,
placing them in their respective positions
as if I have the power to ascribe
purpose and definition to people
who are likely to contain oceans of
reasons for dying - twotwo.reasons for dying - two6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
to look me in the eye is to understand that there is nothing to fear, nothing to remember, nothing to forget. i will carry you beyond emotion, beyond help; these notions are only important to the living. i am waiting for you. i am a friend, a lover, a child. i am everything you have lost. i am your history, your hunger, your hopes and dreams. i am the flightless bird you nursed when you were five. i am the undeserved blow against your wifes cheek. i am your playground swing, your stepwise curb, your barreling car. i am your blood, your brain, your blinking reluctance. i am everything except what i inspire; fear.
and i am as alive as you are.
Just this onceDip your fingers into the atmosphere andJust this once5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brush away the clouds which sway lazily with the wind
Like soft-eyed children, swollen from
Golden ambrosia and summer's honeyed breath
Of vanilla and tangy mandarin
See those crimson comets, chasing their tails,
Nestling between the sleepy horizon and dusk where
The sun's blaze grazed the skyline and left
Proud trails like tender scars that smolder and burn
Drink in the air, so thick you could almost taste
The creamy orchids and the juicy winds and listen
To the world around you
Coming to life, singing ballads
About another summer
Beneath the scarlet heavens
the alarm clock paradox -colabyou stripped your sweater tothe alarm clock paradox -colab6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
show me your freckles,
and oh how i'd love to peel them off,
because you're no swan, lovely--
not with those small brown accidents
kissing your every inch of
when they should be
kissing every inch of mine.
formed a coalition
to sign a petition
to ban you from
the sky, but i
what else could i wish on?
when you're alone, you'll always
lust for the bedroom door
to lock you in forevermore,
to lock me out forevermore;
that way you're safe to be the
sweet nothing that you see--
the ghostling in the mirror.
you're still just one
of those dirty little things,
and it scares you to tears.
i promised not to be a
liar, when you
promised to make me love you
(remember how i said
i could never love you?
well, i was lying)
you should know, darling,
a liar always lies.
you should know, darling,
this is not a lie.
and you should know, darling,
there's no difference between
dishonesty and disinterest.
so just forget to remember me
self-hating liarsdepression. oh yes, i listen toself-hating liars6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
leonard cohen & i drink
tequila like a
teenager. i rave about
paint colours & inter-
politics. fuck me. i'm not
sad. i'm not depressed.
i'm not clinically insane. i'm
not in need of your
googled medical reports.
i'm bored. bored of my
friends, who stink of
britney spear's perfume, unsatisfying shags &
i'm bored of the way i cut
my sandwiches. I want adventure &
less tuna. I don't want my
boyfriend, I want your's. I like
trainwrecks. I'm a
teenager, respect me.
elegy for the deadi am in a tunnelelegy for the dead6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the road under my tires
and it is dark
but i am not afraid
because i sense something
close to me.
it is a burning figure.
he is screaming silently
but yet i am not afraid.
i am asking him why
he is screaming
and he just keeps saying
no, no, no,
and i say no what?
and he says
you can't be dead;
you're my little girl.
there's a light
at the end of the tunnel
and the burning man is gone
leaving only me
in the shadow of god.
Music GirlMusic Girl10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let the music rescue you;
Flight for life when you're feeling blue.
On the dark side of the rainbow,
Black's the only hue.
Take a supernatural starship
To the heavens up above.
Through a lipstick sunset
With the person that you love.
Your music is what carries you
To another place in time;
No one seems to understand,
It's the lyrics not the rhyme.
Share with me your loneliness,
I'll help you if I can.
If only I were there with you.
I'd be your Music Man.
– Tom Wilcox 09/29/96
two months.one.two months.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's been two months
and i still see your face shimmer in front of me
every time i close my eyes
and you still dance with me in my dreams
and tears still stream down my face
every time someone murmurs your name
and i can't help it, i loved you so damn much
and you just picked up your roots
'i can't do this anymore'
and you planted yourself so very far away from me.
it's been two months
and there is still nothing on my horizon
there's no reason for anything anymore
there's no 'forever and always';
there's just a forever that you won't be around for
and you'll always be hers
and i'm tired of waking up to the sound of rain
because even the sky is crying for me
and it feels impossible to take another breath
but here i am, inhaling and exhaling
like i've got something to live for.
it's been two months
and the way you don't answer my phone calls
it's like you've died
but i'm sure it's just me who's crossed over
but you never visit my
Chin UpAnd sometimes, coated and layeredChin Up4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with tens of scores of others' eyes
we forget the word 'lonely' -
so when it flings ashes
we blink, and are blinded.
Objects in SpaceThe general gazed pensively at the viewscreen. He was tall and slender, clean-shaven, his hair greying at the temples. His bearing was rigid, yet his posture betrayed some unease.Objects in Space6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"How far away is it?"
"It's just passing Pluto," said the science officer, a short, bald, bespectacled man. "At its current velocity, it will reach our position in approximately seven hours."
"And it's alien."
"Well sir," -- the science officer licked his lips -- "it doesn't fit the known trajectories of any comets or asteroids, nor does its composition match any of those. It's definitely man-made... except mankind has never made anything like that. Not to mention it's coming from the wrong direction."
"Seven hours, then. Initiate first contact proceedings."
Seven hours later, they assembled in the largest hangar on the space station: five men and two women. The general stood in the centre of the group, tall and proud, unmoving. Next to him stood the science officer, fidgeting nervously. The others were lin
ToothpasteYou need toothpasteToothpaste6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to survive; you need to
roll up your pencil skirt
but that's not the way.
You fear any unusual
deaths such as ones including
flamingos or broken umbrellas.
You want to die in your sleep.
I want to be a
want to be everything
just for a
moment or two;
I want to kill hundreds, want to
fall with hundreds
in fire and flames
and not much else;
I want to be hated, missed, feared.
And when all is
done and dusted,
I want to be