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dunno.
feeling...
really anxious.
just needed to write something.
anything.
right now.
(serpent: kundalini)
feeling...
really anxious.
just needed to write something.
anything.
right now.
(serpent: kundalini)
serpent
as always there are many you's i escape from, noting how each globe, how each curve defines the moment when i am caught: an inferno of masked candles soggy in the wind, my vision too caught up in the next page, not focusing on what's before me right now. because right now is mismatched jewellery, rusting chunks of metal cobbled together from a scrapyard. i say this, believing i confront my inner shadow, believing that all can become precious in its own sense of urgency. what definition of risk. of oceans spread apart between my fingertips. in the rush of soil meeting flesh and in the stories embedded in wine-stained beckoning lips. you say i run away, always run away, mind devoted to the syntax of pleasure, to the reasoning of resonance in silver, to the eyes wide shut in the morning sensation of not wanting to wake up, but slowly finding bone-white china locked away in my cupboard. (as always) as always brittle. restless. two pairs against a triplet. a hacksaw serrating the distance. as always (as always) ___________________________________________________________________ |
Submitted on 2009-04-08 05:44:28 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| Like I told you in FB, this is gorgeous. "...to the eyes wide shut in the morning sensation of not wanting to wake up, but slowly finding bone-white china locked away in my cupboard." - this has got to be one of my favorite snippets I've ever read from you. It's just incontrovertible for me. But then again, maybe that's just the case since I've never read anything like that before but I had that "oh yeah, that is how it goes" feeling when I read it. The rest of the piece is great, of course. I just want you to know that. And since you already did when I told you, I don't want you to forget. =P | Posted on 2009-11-20 00:00:00 | by ANGELO | [ Reply to This ] | oh my god! that was one of the best poems that i've read in ages. it reminded me of diane wakoski in a way. but your writing here is unique and vivid. i would tell you what parts i enjoyed the most but it wold honetly be every single part, every line, every word. thanks for the great write!! | | Posted on 2009-04-11 00:00:00 | by blackbird | [ Reply to This ] | Very clever formatting, I like the contrasts you have within that structure... | the blur of the first long section v the starkness of bone white china very nice how you bleed one into the other with the syntax and silver. in the smaller sections the imagery grows smaller, from something too big too touch, from feet, in earth, from those very enticing lips to things that move out of his control like luck and distance. Very intensely connected, and disconnected. You are an embarrassment of riches. :) | Posted on 2009-04-08 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ] | this is so timely for me, to read this. especially from a boy's perspective. | i love the words; they create moving stick figures (to your intended wide screen cinematic vision), though that is just our memes interacting... advance, retreat. perhaps you are not ready, not invested. there is no lack! it is just a stage/phase in your marvellous journey of you. b | Posted on 2009-04-08 00:00:00 | by biska | [ Reply to This ] | Hisss..... | Hiss... Hissiaow... so much of distancing, mismatching, locking up and serrating.... toward the opposite side of the + sign.... mmm.... almost darkish here... hehehe | Posted on 2009-04-08 00:00:00 | by CrypticBard | [ Reply to This ] | |
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