November 2, 2010 Big fish
by me
Big fish in little pond will soon be swimming at sea
I was a human collage, with your name all over my arms.
It took you years to realize they were talking about me
But it was just play pretend, never did any harm
You said I’m incapable of growing; smile
You were never good at coping with change
Or really a single thing that alters your lifestyle
I always did find it somewhat strange
Remember being upside down, hair everywhere
I used to see in to your beautiful big blue eyes
I used to see in to and through your unwavering warfare,
Your mass, your fleshy being, your humorous goodbyes.
You were empty and you kept poking me with holes
To be like you, you said as you collected needles and shards of glass.
I lost liters of blood and tissue, but you never touched my soul
You were cold, hard, unforgiving, and crass.
I lied when I confessed that I loved to you
to myself because I truly believed I did
and maybe I still would but you withdrew
you joked, you proud and false, acted like a kid.
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October 25, 2010 I love the desert in the fall
by me
Remember when we were young
little roadtrips here and there
through Colorado in the summer, in the fall
driving home, going HOME
infinite blades of grass looking frail, dying
to New Mexico
I love the desert in the fall
Makeshift crosses on every sharp bend
with names and years and “rest in peace”
Bobcat workin’ at the Chama Chevron
Old gas stations now libraries
and unfortunate cats and dogs in pieces
on the highway
Close your eyes, close your eyes.
Sometimes it’s much too easy to look away.
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October 15, 2010 Jettison
by me
accustomed to yesterday’s remains,
tomorrow’s fears and the deaths of today,
in time and thought and hypotheticals. .
I couldn’t grasp your disappearance,
the world minus you, minus love.
and with your corpse on my floor
and no mess to clean I’m bemused;
as to how to open my eyes to a new beginning.
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October 13, 2010 Rages Every Theft
by me
Before the thirst rages every theft
and you consume it all
Leaving me with nothing left
Before the hunger threatens every love
and we surrender ourselves
and everything we’re made of
Before you threaten every me
with promises of stillness and vacancy
and the looming death of us
Remember without you I can’t be.
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September 21, 2010 Little Miss
by me
The old mill dies on top of the trash
Yet Little Miss hardly bats an eyelash
So much of that dirty shit has left a rash
Scrapes, bruises and whiplash
And so the royal civilian decides
After all he never took sides
Like a good little boy he always abides
By the rules, never mind the landslides
And so Little Miss dodges a threat ‘
cause she hasn’t touched that dang trash yet
Just thinkin’ about it gets her upset
Fucking pile always blocks the sunset
Royal civilian’s washed his hands of it all
Broken bottles, typewriter keys, toys and dolls
Couldn’t get it all done before nightfall
That old mill was nothing but an ugly catchall
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September 19, 2010 seven feet
by me
7′ and quickly sinking
7 seconds from sleep to blinking
7 times and no more tries
7 days, seven sighs
7 years and twenty nine
7 more 6 sublime.
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August 30, 2010 Garden of Eden
by me
Garden of Eden – pale, empty, dead
Nothing this human carcass left unsaid
Rope, tree, rabid Impulsivity
“She don’t love me, you don’t love me”
So he hung himself instead
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August 22, 2010 starbound
“It’s amazing how some things on earth are true reflections of what we see in the sky. Like, there really is order to this psychotic place.”
(2005)
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August 14, 2010 Mia
by me
Even pretty girls cry.
She told me I was lying.
As long as it abstains from poetic incoherence,
slaughterhouses, and pretty pigs in pretty wings.
Even pretty girls cry.
and momma lives in twilight,
where denial rings loudly.
“She’s gonna be a star. She’s gonna be a star.”
Even pretty girls cry.
He’s at it again.
and I think she’s convinced.
The milky fat oozes and slides from her hips.
and he eats it up.
Even pretty girls cry.
I’m starving and she’s dying.
Mia’s back to coloring again
and every pill’s a different color.
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August 3, 2010 piece of me
by me
You know me, every bit and piece of me
Every bit and piece of you speaks. Loudly
to me and you always know, you always knew
Though you never wanted to
You laughed, you played, you smiled
Not typically soft and mild
You were my eyes, my ears, my beating dripping heart
You were, from the start
from the very start of time
You, me, sweet sublime
I loved you all the time
Between love and hate, yesterday and tomorrow
I’ll love you in the meantime
You’re this and that, here and there
I’ll love you everywhere
Even when I’m not there
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You move me. 