offeringsYou're twenty-three and high as a fucking kite the day you decide you need a little spirituality in your life. Maybe that decision has more to do with the tatted lumbersexual manning the counter of the dim little occultish knick-knack store down the street from your favorite Starbucks, but being stoned certainly didn't hurt. So with a pocket full of twenties and Magnums, you mating-dance your way through the incensual aisles, happily accepting the crystals, the tarot deck, the beads - all the sundry shit he's hawking to untangle auras when you'd rather be tangling bodies.More Like This
Later on, you drop the eco-friendly recycled paper bag of bullshit onto your yellowed Formica countertop at the same time as Tats drops onto your bed with an attitude of sprawling self-assurance. Maybe it gets under your skin, but he's getting under your shirt, so you push the annoyance aside in favor of other urges.
In the hazy afterglow you light a joint and blow a gentle plume of smoke into his face - perhaps an of
tutorialtake an evening -More Like This
reclassify emotions as chemical compounds.
remove one atom,
see what changes.
take your field notes, transcribe them
back to front.
add line breaks.
be scientific. be too scientific.
replace the word 'entropy'
with the word 'god'.
be so full of want that you can feel it
scraping its numb jaws against your insides.
write about flowers instead.
make your first line provocative.
follow it, let it unfurl -
inauthentic, try again.
who the fuck
read, find inspiration.
find new ways to plagiarize old ideas.
hash and rehash,
slash and burn.
look at the mess you've made.
spend an hour flicking back and forth -
write about family. if it hurts too little,
write about flowers instead.
use a word bank.
write in the dark.
write from within your own skull.
write your litanies.
write your lines.
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being on the ocean
is a bit like meeting god -
like realizing that
your cradle is rocked by the breath of the universe
and that you can only ever
Little DeathEvery breath is a little death;More Like This
The earth heaves around her,
Tempting her with its cool embrace
And promising her a better place.
Facing her fears and crying hot tears
And wishing for a sweet release,
She hates herself for the plans she’s made
As the strength she clings to starts to fade.
Hands wring around her rings;
Reminders of the vows she made,
Filling her broken heart with dread
Knowing well she’s already dead.
The Drug OperaAs dusk dripped thick through a coffee filter brume, the edges of the sky blistered and curled in on themselves like a photograph aflame. The orphaned troupe Alamort marched - no, limped, dragged their fractured marionette legs over the macadamized road towards a sizzling neon sign, the vista bathed in its bright red panicked heartbeat. A plaque of hoary grout plugged the fossil veins of crack-toothed cobblestone, whispered salty scandal to their tattered shoes. Rainwater crept through seams in the jigsaw stone, trilling toward Canaan in days-long fingers of living mercury.More Like This
And they followed it, the five pairs of abandoned feet, walking the dew lines like liquid tight rope toward their aqueous juncture, to where the melted clouds converged in pulsating chrome puddles; at the grand and pompous feet of The Drug Opera.
Relic, Whimsy, Fustian, Antic, Sorry; kith ranging in years from seventeen to twenty-eight. They dissolved into a line, hand melding into hand like the grimy pearls
when you're starting to burna tingle in the pads of your feet, it begins with.More Like This
you know you're ending when you see red -
and the fire takes its time, slowly
clawing out your breath and killing you
unromantichey,More Like This
human that i like more deeply than the rest -
i like the size and shape and look of you,
because it's familiar,
and you make a comforting anchor
in the crush of bodies and features
i don't recognize.
i love the mutation of your irises,
and i like the adornments you placed
on your body today.
i like that your emotions mesh with mine.
i like the way humor contorts your face.
you are my favorite.