| Brand new. I've got a little bit of blockage, but this slipped through.
A Baby Deer is Afraid of Me
Under breaking sky with a dotted peach fawn.
Old remembering, the same remembering,
and the animals always look the same.
The same dawnward drunk stumble,
wanting to keep what is scared of me,
lips mouthing silent promises
To the one or two or four stars
the same promises for years,
the same aching thighs and blisters.
And the same key fumble,
though now I lock my cat in my bedroom
for safety.
-Char out- |
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| I didn't graduate because I stopped going to classes. It was poorly planned and passive aggressive, but it happened. One class I stopped attending was a creative writing workshop that I loved but, misguidedly, felt above. The last assignment I got was to write a love poem. I wrote several pieces, some filled with sap, some filled with angst, all way too flowery. I just wrote this on the bus, and I think it's good. This blog is kind of like shouting into an empty room, but sometimes that's exactly what I need.
I Have Names In My Heart
I have names in my heart
for every stream of love,
even dripping faucets
And I have swum
through riptides and more, supernovas,
energy ripping itself apart.
And then, those years of tactics, tactics,
tactics and rituals, rigid
and immobile
Atrophied nights of stomach reflux,
of boiling tap water to a purity
suitable to remove love curses.
I quit Flouride, Aspertame,
corn syrup and aluminum.
I strived for nature's verity
To ease the obsession of love unaquired.
I lived a hermetic
solitude in the silence of a great sea.
And so I began to breathe love in,
in numbing darkness and pressure.
And in the cold, wet dark of my blood
I became a sea serpent,
twisted and raw, blindly
pulsing her way through still waters.
Meanwhile, we share
my mildewed towel
and pink toothbrush,
We cook organic
except for Gummy Bears, so finally
domesticity and easy words. But ...
I remember when words were wars,
when pavement was soft
and the sun shone blue.
And like a camera lens
snapping a picture of itself, I
have only over loved when our eyes were a match.
So, I shouted. I just like knowing these words exist somewhere.
-Char out- |
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| This whole shebang has moved to Hotbirds!. It's just easier/classier than this gal, though I love this layout so much and don't really get how to make Tumblr layouts yet. Still, all my cool/insightful shit is going down over there.
We're all fans of fun, and nothing is more fun than reading my tumblr.
-Char out- |
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