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Your artistry grows wearisome
and I know you stutter and stumble over
blue eyes and ravaged, rough luminosity -
vulnerable to the hipster lips of vogue modernity
don't strain your heartstrings for apathetic boys
my straw doll, babydoll, the labor of stitching your pieces
in place after the schoolyard boys are done butchering you
my hands grow calloused
and I see you making that drug deal
trading the feathers of your muse for
absinthe and crystal dreams
you wrote the greatest American screenplay
but you sold the rights away
Speaking figuratively, metaphorically
I tell you I theoretically love you
and ask, rhetorically, do you too.
Laugh it off.
I'll find you in my path, repetitively
and I'll mend your burlap crane wings
every time.
The mystery of your silken poetics entices me,
crane wife – and I know
if I spy through the cracks in your fingers
to discover the secret of your ritual
your crane flight will leave your silks
unfinished.
and I know you stutter and stumble over
blue eyes and ravaged, rough luminosity -
vulnerable to the hipster lips of vogue modernity
don't strain your heartstrings for apathetic boys
my straw doll, babydoll, the labor of stitching your pieces
in place after the schoolyard boys are done butchering you
my hands grow calloused
and I see you making that drug deal
trading the feathers of your muse for
absinthe and crystal dreams
you wrote the greatest American screenplay
but you sold the rights away
Speaking figuratively, metaphorically
I tell you I theoretically love you
and ask, rhetorically, do you too.
Laugh it off.
I'll find you in my path, repetitively
and I'll mend your burlap crane wings
every time.
The mystery of your silken poetics entices me,
crane wife – and I know
if I spy through the cracks in your fingers
to discover the secret of your ritual
your crane flight will leave your silks
unfinished.
Literature
Run.
Running
Running
Running
Nothing left to run on
Desperation
Survive
Keep running
Running
Running
Running
Fueled by desperation
Life
Shatters
Running
Running
Running
Pick up the pieces
Wait
Survive
Literature
interstitial.shuffling
interstitial
shuffling,
between bass music
and crazy looking floors
caught stuck dancing,
between the cocaine beat
and the existential shadow.
blinking blankly between,
trapped, I mean,
between the image and the afterburn,
incessant ringing of the slot machines,
celebrate everything
carpet
strategically designed
to ensnare me
in kaleidoscopic fences
cafe attendant
bizarrely happy to see me
escalators,
are fun-house mirrors
to catch the light of
dim fluorescents
please kill me
if I ever un-ironically use that shade of mauve
that painting in the corner,
Literature
wild wild west.
ignore the pointed hat baby,
i’m ten gallons of poison and
bile,
vile –
when storms sweep in
from the badlands
on black chargers
and appaloosa steeds
they blow me
like tumbleweed
through dustbowl towns
with hivemind townfolk
and priest’s pretty daughters,
what is love but
vile,
wild?
this one has eyes
like a renegade fire,
kisses an effigy of me
before she goes to dream,
i swear i’ll leave
when the hurricane next calls,
but she is all ribbon and
strawberry freckles,
lying in fields of sweet-grass
and hiding my gifts of wolf’s bane
and eye of newt in satin bags
where her rosaries ought to be –
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Inspired by a Decemberists song and a Japanese folk tale.
Mushy love poems are apparently what I resort to when having a writer's block.
Mushy love poems are apparently what I resort to when having a writer's block.
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Beautiful... utterly beautiful.