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Pervertau paradis des lutins les lumières s'égorgent à tue
et tu verras que les pissenlits ne poussent
pas sur un ciel où l'on cueille
des avions en carton ;
alors comme avant nous irons
derrière le maïs aux sentiers verts où la terre
avait la couleur de tes cheveux ; et comme
avant nous regarderons sous les jupes
des futurs dissouds dans l'air d'un été perdu,
-ogres of smoke who speak
below trees' roots between
of paris ogres - neoplasmic
witnesses from one century to another may
Everything will be fine.the fur no longer whispers
when you're near ;
can't remember when i lost it, the fur
and the will
to keep on standing
on the hills of your absence
tides of light hopes ended up chocking
me and the breath flees my smashed lungs
the fur no longer whispers
when you're near ;
can't remember when it did grow in the first place, the fur
a lie to myself
-D'une honte macabre la peau tiède du ciel
s'éblouit ; après que des éternités se soient éteintes sous
le poids qui tire l'existence vers la vie
viennent les marcheurs dont personne ne verra le passage,
chacun tirant une partie de l'ombre en forme de
sphère ; l'inconnu recouvre la Terre et ses habitants
telle une amante et ses vers intestinaux.
-but I can't be
if it's there - in here with me
there is no end to songs
and the silence won't cover it
on the thought-shores
-positronic cockroaches build an army
under my skin, in my ears
and thoughts. we will take the world
for now, it will be just my thoughts
- (Golden days)hold on tight to those
long white strings sharp as
your dad's absence ;
bears won't swing 'neath your feet
as you walk hand in hand with my
-liquid jaw as word bringer
she couldn't be more true
moans and angers coming through
a happy birthday gift
iHer eyes clouded by
nightmares of the past
Angst controls her life
as shadows chase her
each and every day
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
you can't have it allBut you can have eating wild grapes and their skin like beetle wings
cocooned in bruises. You can have swings that go so high you kick
a hole in the clouds. You can have chickens following you through the front door
and the cat’s gift to say, Look, I am taking care of you.
You can have happiness, but tempered as
your first taste of wine when you hid your puckering face
because you were eight years old and dangerous.
You can have a touch you blush for, ferret hands dancing,
small and terrifying and knowledgable.
You can have an aspiration of “us” held on one stool leg, darting breaths but
never admitting to dreams, to a stew of practicality.
You can talk to her, sometimes,
and even mean something.
You can have the book you stole after she stumbled,
and “that” word sank into your hands. You can’t cure cancer,
but you can have two sets of spoons in the same sink
although she’s only touched the one you lent her,
the one you didn’t expe
XWXWXWXWpour ton sourire
des livres écrits dans ma tête
pendus à la vitrine de tout magasin
à paris c'est sûr
tout magasin décoré d'un
Marlène m'a souri
pour ton sourire
ceci sera moins forcé
et comme toujours
je m'efface tout seul puisque c'est bien ça
la coulée d'elle même aux couleurs de son sens
directions des objets
le vert le bleu le rouge
en même temps
pourquoi pas? c'est
pour ton sourire
deux mois d'écorchures juteuses
j'ai avalé la lune
caché le soleil dans un sac
pour ton sourire
avec les anges sans ailes
des bières et âges
pour ton sourire
les herbes renaissent
et encore une fois
par un temps de pluie
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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