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4th July 2014

Post reblogged from Paper Man with 2 notes

End of Another Home Holiday - D. H. Lawrence

leo-topp:

But when I draw the scanty cloak of silence over my eyes
Piteous love comes peering under the hood;
Touches the clasp with trembling fingers, and tries
To put her ear to the painful sob of my blood;
While her tears soak through to my breast,
Where they burn and cauterize.

I’ve always loved these lines.

Tagged: dh lawrenceend of another home holidaypoetry

31st January 2013

Photo with 2 notes

Does a hole punch leave a hole
or make a hole or punch a hole

if it punches a hole, must it punch
out the hole? is the hole then the
circle of paper cut out? or is it
the space left that has been ‘punched
out’, born violently?
I am on the west side highway in
stopped traffic with taco garbage
to my right, writing.
Perhaps I confused life with words
in that crystal simile.
JAY REATARD -> DEAD.
CONTRA -> #1

Does a hole punch leave a hole

or make a hole or punch a hole

if it punches a hole, must it punch

out the hole? is the hole then the

circle of paper cut out? or is it

the space left that has been ‘punched

out’, born violently?

I am on the west side highway in

stopped traffic with taco garbage

to my right, writing.

Perhaps I confused life with words

in that crystal simile.

JAY REATARD -> DEAD.

CONTRA -> #1

Tagged: alt litpoetryjournalthebeff

29th January 2013

Photo with 3 notes

Life like a sun-sized crystal 
around which I orbit walking
Always some plane shining
One or many, close or
spread apart by miles

But I a plane shining also

This is a very incomplete picture
though pretty (a pretty thing can
never be beautiful - Wittgenstein.)
I would need be part of the 
crystal and also seeing it, also
penetrating and being penetrated.

"the aim is to be loved and not admired."

Life like a sun-sized crystal 

around which I orbit walking

Always some plane shining

One or many, close or

spread apart by miles

But I a plane shining also

This is a very incomplete picture

though pretty (a pretty thing can

never be beautiful - Wittgenstein.)

I would need be part of the 

crystal and also seeing it, also

penetrating and being penetrated.

"the aim is to be loved and not admired."

Tagged: alt litPoetryjournal2010

12th July 2012

Photo with 1 note

hey NJ poetry peeps - submit to Lamplighter to see your stuff on a glossy piece of paper instead of the internet if you’re into that sort of thing

hey NJ poetry peeps - submit to Lamplighter to see your stuff on a glossy piece of paper instead of the internet if you’re into that sort of thing

Tagged: njnew jerseypoetryalt lit

9th July 2012

Post reblogged from moon tzu with 4 notes

moon mirror 1

you’ll never see steganographic substances appearing in a dirty mug of oil

mixing in and crystallizing in a harmonious pattern

you’ll never see dirt sink new white water

or pre-mushroom cloud downside

up in a pint-

glass wall-

gluing ice cold water

in five cubes at the top

of a mug in my heart

moon-tzu:

ive seen ink blossoming in a pure glass of water
resisting and moving in a chaotic pattern
ive seen stars flare ultranova black lighting
and post-mushroom cloud upside 
down in a shot-
glass window-
splintering white hot lightning
of ten million atoms in the bottom
of a glass in my hand 

Tagged: poetrymirror poetryalt lit

3rd July 2012

Link reblogged from learn & live to tell xxxx with 35 notes

mirror poem 2 →

you’ll eat four meat sandwiches tomorrow morning, you and him

it was 8:45 pm and you had no laundry left to do and I’m feeling good

I always make it sweet, you tell me

the meat was rancid, left out by my ex-girlfriend Gary

they’ll eat it still

:’ [ you know I wouldn’t ever

I shattered my phone

you said “i was fucking watching Game of Thrones on that”

you had never asked me for much, never read my chat history

but you’ll fall asleep alone without any part of me

above the sheets while i’ll be buried in blankets

I made you biscuits and gravy like I never had before, out of Bisquick and glass jars

with beau monde and no sausage in the gravy

I’ll say “there are no secrets in this recipe, it won’t do”

you’ll say “exactly” and leave your beer unfinished

you haven’t been drinking much despite turning 21

but you’ll start again soon and swear off edibles

'dying' as an IRL antagonist said long ago

you never told me about your actual friends, only the worst ones

the ones you fight with over nothing like music and poetry

i think those things are very important

i post them all over the internet but don’t have a good reason to

except to share myself to anyone who feels online

i shat my pants in the living room

and tried not to smell it

you never even think i might be satan, you don’t

see the devil in me

you’ll cook fresh produce, pay for everything

I’ll say it’s gross, but you won’t even eat plants from a supermarket

and say “it’s all so terrible”

true but your restrictions compared to mine

you got nowhere reading my chapbook

you never substantiated it’s beginning, or knew what that meant

i just ran out and remembered you reading and ran back in

to jump on your bed, though you told me not to

keep it up, asshole

i pounded at the oldest pillow and laid next to the couch

in the room with you, getting human liquids on your oldest pillow

you felt really great, because of your new soberness

(you’re hungover) despite your unavoidable downward spiral

positive you’re headed there exactly where you should have been

i hide that i am nowhere special

and you’re in the city eating sushi and going to parties with models

later you’ll figure out that one of us really is better than the other

you knew exactly what not to tell me

tomorrow morning you’ll put your wall back up, stay silent, thinking

"in the night i’ll lie in a field, wearing louboutins"

"i’ll delete his number in my phone or at least rename it douchebag"

i’ll never speak up

"why"

you’d say

"you know why"

i walked the minute to your house though I didn’t feel like it

and you were much happier than you are now, alone

with your old pillow on the unmade bed slowly making you sad

but when the field is full without you you’ll feel much more relief

pleasantly obscured

i said goodbye to gary for you. forgot to give her the forty-minute folk rock tape you made 

it sucked anyway but she has terrible taste and would probably have liked it

you probably have a good sense of what’s terrible in folk rock

she was truly a terrible girlfriend

you know she “never thought about anyone other than herself”

gd

you just made me feel terrible

think you’re on your way to hell

brutallyhomelessandfluffy:

we drank two bottles of wine last night, you and I
now it’s 8:45 am and i have stuff in the washer and you’re vomiting
it’s always sounded violent the way you do it
the wine was recommended by your new boyfriend Gary
we didn’t really follow his recommendations
lol did you expect me to

you handed…

Tagged: alt litpoetry

27th June 2012

Link reblogged from learn & live to tell xxxx with 5 notes

the last one to kiss the criminal loses (a mirror poem) →

you will find a particular real moment you watched on reality tv

it will be called ‘false queer polyamorous hateful loneliness fighting to the death’

silence. so you’ll keep driving in the fast lane of I-53W, stay in the driver’s seat, and turn on the radio

crying he’ll say to you, “wa wa wa wawa dad is this like, legal or something?”

later there will be 6 broken radios around you

outside there will be a not-scalding-but-somewhat-warm reusable bottle of heroin laced coffee

you will run up the hill to kick it further away, he’ll stop crying

later you’ll ignore your happiness with him and stop writing about anything other than that day

at that moment, you could be anywhere and he’d say “i’m staying”, “forever”

in the driver’s seat you’ll go straight for the stack of classical music cassettes

as he stays quiet and you put back the spoon you’ll be holding back in your left sweatpants’ pocket

(you’ll never give it up) and proudly rub the round edge of it against your dick

it’ll be the furthest from what you could do to stop yourself from throwing cold / old images clumsily around his mind

you’ll stop saying out loud “a failure to keep the balance” and “conor lived for your love”

brutallyhomelessandfluffy:

i was looking for some imaginary place i had read about in richard scarry books

it was called ‘true heterosexual monogamous loving relationship mating for life’

lol so we parked on the shoulder of I-35E, got out of the car, picked bluebonnets

laughing she said to me, “ha ha ha haha baby…

Tagged: alt litmirror poetrypoetry

27th June 2012

Photo with 4 notes

Tagged: alt litscreenshotcaptchapoetry

15th June 2012

Photo with 5 notes

from a letter (satanic bunny)

from a letter (satanic bunny)

Tagged: poetryalt litbunniculasatan

7th June 2012

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Variant 2

Variant 2

Tagged: poetry