Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

19 August 2012

Interrobang — Page 11, Line 11, Part 1


So many lovers loved
built up into careful
bedside stacks — which to read
first, which to repeat

"According to what has ended up inside it," Kim said.

What and why, indeed?
When the cushions call who 
can resist? Clever, diabolical, 
it's a reaction, always to you, forgive me

"I reacted subjectively, assuming they wanted me to show off," Lenny said.

I resist, I resist, and I do not resist — forgive me
but leave me here, endless fingers fondling
his timing belt
again

"The wrong kind of difficulties and ambiguities," Charles said.

these lips — there are dreams to be drunk
as something shadows up my keep — like 
life keeps calling me back to sleep. that settles it;
and i check the size on her hardcover sleeve.



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12 May 2012

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the appearance of constant movement (merely)
that spotted spider crawling in the cleavage between the floorboards
tires peel along wet road — an imperfect chill — fleshing dimensions
the body, young and unaffected by liquor, fucks better
in tight-roped moments before the roof is ripped into orbit.

15 February 2012

once touched

"having a harsh, disagreeably acrid taste, 
like that of aspirin, quinine, wormwood,
or aloes; hard to bear; grievous;
distressful; causing pain; piercing; stinging;
characterized by intense antagonism or hostility"

Millsis Adoma,

she said it to me in bed ""
but, it can't be lifted
you were a manacle, like speaking
in code: Adoma Millsis

one_

touched.

the memories you placed before me
laughed out onto the table, antiques
appraised, then returned to collection

in code, of course.

in code, you were strong: unfragile: harkness
hung from the stable. but now i am here, decoding.
legs beneath my writing desk: worrying: eroding.

in code: the stable.

you're both here, cutting, crashing, set upon the beach
for the first time: miraculously: miserably: confused
hand-in-hand, our mouth cast out over the pacific
i cut, you crash, we're all watching for this
purple sunset.

in code: misery stretched out over the ocean
like a tightrope: hung from the stable.

don't close you eyes: sleeplessness is a gift
accept your giftlessness, sleep: in code: she said it to me

here i am again, beside her
lifting the language, exposing
the bleak, black experience
of,

two_

we're here beside bibles
dread thesaurus, rhyming dispair
pitter plots of rotten condensation

like

dry sharp tip of a knife, blood
bitter bite of a page-thin blade
played to lip and jaw and

like

mentally there is no weight to curl, it's all power
perceived through a prism; when you move your hand slow
across the patients' covers it trembles, imperceptibility
a cheap parlor trick. like, the fear is in your know.

like

we're here among the bibles, our teachers' patient parlors
and we're like waiting, clock watching, tossing knives
into the softwhite up above.

three_

like speaking in code: i've stopped thinking about myself
just long enough to address you. once i'd known
apelike kings and a snakelike pig; we knew each other.

she said it to me in bed ""
but, it cannot be lifted
your manacle is speaking
in code: Adoma Millsis, once touched.


30 December 2011

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a thumb jammed deep in the eye of some tragic blonde
and stain her clothes her bedsheets teach her blindness

you get over pain like with the flick of a magic wand
when she sleeps you open your eyes and inflict love 

preferably she shows you a glimmer of affection
preferably when she is tired and you are tired

just long enough so she lets you beside 
to heal a wound inflict a wound

to inflict a wound is to be kind
to heal a wound inflict a wound

just long enough so she lets you beside
preferably when she is tired and you are tired

preferably she shows you a glimmer of affection
when she sleeps you open your eyes and inflict love

you get over pain like with the flick of a magic wand
and stain her clothes her bedsheets teach her blindness

a thumb jammed deep in the eye of some tragic blonde.

29 December 2011

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you get over pain like with the flick of a magic wand
a thumb jammed deep in the eye of some other
preferably someone who shows you a glimmer of affection
the only way to heal a wound is to inflict a wound
the only way to inflict a wound is to be kind to another
just long enough so they let you lay beside 
preferably when they are tired and you are tired
when they sleep you open your eyes and inflict love upon them 
and stain their clothes and their sheets and teach them blindness.

27 November 2011

H.2D.AR.1126-272011



"the point it to write as much as you know as quickly as possible." -kurt vonnegut

the stifling of laughter does not lower 
its volume, but only remands the high 
frees the middle 
splinters the low register 
to an unsettling alien 
timbre.

"It's not much to say he was our Dante, 
making a distinctively American language out of 
slang, jokes, complaints and rants." 
daisy fried on wcw, nyt 11272011