this journal and read the other works. now, onto the main event—"everyone
wants
the world not to
tilt on its axis
and for nights
to stay faded indigo
and mostly
to be the kind of pretty
that makes people not care
if you're worth something
less than nothing"
Rorschach's BlotRorschach's BlotSpiders and bears and misshapen trees, when the swollen fruit drops it bursts into wren wings, salamander tails shivering, the color of bruised plums. It tastes so sweet, the tip of a beak. With a straight pin, I peck at my arms, a Pollock of blood, swarms of carnelian bees. Sweet sweet stings. The poison sings. They say hallucinations, the saints said visions. "Ollie ollie oxen free," they call running through orchards, the evening air loosening, a grace note of despair. There was once an apple and it was bitten, poor thing, all hell broke loose. "Tell me what you see," he asks. "White," I say, hospital sheets, sea gull fl...
"Sweet sweet stings. The poison sings.
They say hallucinations, the saints said visions.
"Ollie ollie oxen free," they call running through orchards,
the evening air loosening, a grace note of despair."
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"( baked skin, red as a
sugar-crazy lollipop;
swollen blisters on the
backs of my feet, rubbed
raw to bloodied patches;
walking bare and flat-footed
across fiery cement )"
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"Then he's soft again, and smiling, and I am released from him. He taps the waiting case with his foot again, and only when I've picked it up and turned to the door do I hear his - retreating isn't the right word; receding would be more apt - footsteps as he goes back upstairs. I don't think to what - to whom. All I can comprehend is that it is innocence he is interested in, and the age that encompasses it; what does flesh mean to someone who steals entire lives whole?"
Approaches and DeparturesHear toxic-nebulae read it here . When the roads took to themselves my breath arrived from Appalachia to Sonora before North American westerlies and wanderlust cradle- carried my exhalations eastward.The southern Baptist rural sprawl, contagious to Canadian and Pacific railways, had approached from crosses confiscated several centuries earlier.Fiberglass steeples routinely fed a broadcast of fiber optimal sermonsdepart from me;the distinction between an arrival and an approach is who leaves who.
"Fiberglass steeples routinely fed
a broadcast of fiber optimal sermons"
The Patchwork Quilt Maker
   She sits by the window for the best light.    Nearby a pile of folded quilts stands high    And waits as for the princess and the pea.    Her mouth, a quiver full of pins, permits    A muttered mmm mmm mmm if I should have    The nerve to ask, 'What's for dinner tonight'?       On a side table is a confusion,    Though she would deny, of remnants, patches,    Scraps of cloth that have absorbed the essence    Of those who wore or laid out on the bed    A petticoat perhaps a bridal gown    From which she'll set out, yet unstitched, a quilt.       In her head, run...
"On a side table is a confusion,
Though she would deny, of remnants, patches,
Scraps of cloth that have absorbed the essence
Of those who wore or laid out on the bed
A petticoat perhaps a bridal gown
From which she'll set out, yet unstitched, a quilt."
Vishnu
"hooked her weak breath in your palms,
clutched her cold name in your chest.
in sleep she screamed your palms.
convince yourself it was her rest."
ButterflyConfound you, illicit butterfly! You have dizzily thrust yourbreathless, starting, sunset armsinto my cage once more;but can you not seeyour withered winged brethren round the red bars of this place,grey and weary and warning that the stale miasmahas not yet abided?It is not not yet your time, my butterfly,for Spring is 'round another cornerI have yet to pave.I curse not you, but the bars —the cowardly, crimson bars.
"but can you not see
your withered winged brethren
round the red bars of this place,
grey and weary and warning
that the stale miasma
has not yet abided?"
Amber GlazeJukebox on repeat, same country buzz they play every night at this time.Dim lights hide the stains on people's souls, women in revealing tops fawning over the bar stools of men who will leave them empty before the morning.A glint catches your eye, a silver lining lodged in amber liquid; brother Chuck tilts the glass, pours you another drink.You hand it back, take the Jim Bean from his hand, and you chug until the room spins... but all you find when you peer in are a thousand regrets you'll never sort through and the bottom of another lonely night.
"A glint catches your eye,
a silver lining lodged
in amber liquid;
brother Chuck tilts the glass,
pours you another drink."
"The average human
can cover 12 feet per second
and it's at least
300 to your classroom."
