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A couple untitled things.

Not sure if these will actually go anywhere, or if anything will come of them.  Just felt like posting them so that in the eventual computersplosion which is almost guaranteed to happen they’re preserved somewhere.

I (cannot) let go.  I breathe in, and
           you breathe
your breath is in my lungs.  
It stains the backs of my teeth
where no one can see it color my smile.
I let go (of breath) let go.  There is a tumor
on my tongue and it lives
moves my mouth to speak lies.


I swallow pain and doubt like rocks
like pills
or candy
or both (childproof cap: the coating’s sweet enough
these are M&Ms or muscle relaxers.)


I don’t ever wanna feel
    Like I did that day

It comes in waves.  In one instant
there is the calm aqua of a peaceful sea
and the ships bob along playful swells
and their inhabitants laugh and drink and dance.

But the sky always darkens
and the swells become monsters
and the boats become kindling
and the inhabitants are bones.

Take me to the place I love,
    Take me all the way

The music throbs in river-veins, a pulse
inescapable.  The beat is never heavy enough.
Never heavy enough to dispel the slow roll of fog
coating the tongue in salty decay.  It leaves the bitter flavor
of whispered deceits behind it.



so at work our store accidently ordered 700 khakis instead of the 70 we were supposed to get. the khakis in these pics i took ain’t even an eighth probably of all the fucking khakis we have stuffed in the back rooms. we have too many god damn khakis. no one should have to witness this layer of khaki hell. this shit ain’t right. this is all kinds of fucked up. there are too many fucking khakis. too many.

Is this the real life

This is amazing.  Oh god.  Retail realities.

Experiment in Translation/Expansion

First: splayed sun,
some dark clouds regenerate in the sky.
Yes, empty-headed philosophers.
(Analyze it, they say.)

Analyze it, they say—what?
    the sky
maybe.  But science tells me the azure
is just a filtration of light refracted
and it’s not really blue
    so is the sky blue is the wrong question
    it’s just absorbed light
    being bounced around by air particles.

The blood-moon rose in defiance of moralistic principle
or howling cries of witch
it was beautiful.
    Was it beautiful
    was it light
    or a lie

First: Scattered sun.
a shout of anger
a closed fist
and stars.

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