| abandon:
blistered feet and shit weather
whether we disclose it
or mostly not
palms sweep across my face
gristle clenched in the jagged
canyons of a haggard maw
all those things that
make us what we are
stripped bare and exposed
a harbinger of discomfort
pulls nerves from open
sores
"i just can't live this way.
no, not anymore."
god bless us all in these
graceless times |
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| a small turn of human kindness:
"i'm so sick of this place," she whimpers
"i just want to go home."
her voice cracks gently when she mouths
"home."
[colors]
i'm sick of this too.
what kind of people are we?
our own snares are baiting.
this is no place for you,
but i can't make it just
disappear.
[colors]
what did you see?
"anomalies," the fragments reply
"no departing passages."
she leaves alone,
without question.
exhausted.
unbehooved.
[colors]
nerves and piano keys
please please don't leave,
not now. i need you,
i fucking hate this game,
i never win.
i called out loud to them,
aghast the shrieks in here
keep us shoved deep. yet
i've watched her walk far away
from this place,
and i did not call out.
[colors]
i know that
this is all my fault.
it's always my fault.
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| detonance:
wisps of distressed hair follicles bunch
ing into peripheral curls. hand powdered
grasping mechanisms, easing the finger
behind a means to deliver an opposite sm
ile. gracious as a digit on her cracking
lip. the comfort of imipramine when i l
ick the insides of her cheek. the little
smoke taste. a finger in bicentennial w
ounds circumnavigating the bullet entry.
feathered nerve endings in a trapese be
tween oxygen and epidermis. aborting a b
omb in the belly, she cries when the che
micals swing in a park bench. the sound
of tearing viscera and sweat smacking co
ncrete.
hanging vision so far over in curiosity
that gravity is above. |
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| my 25 favorite albums of 2010
in a semi-particular order:
cloudkicker - beacons/a new heavenly body
deftones - diamond eyes
intronaut - valley of smoke
thou - summit
u.s. christmas - run thick in the night
immolation - majesty and decay
deathspell omega - paracletus
maserati - pyramid of the sun
beach house - teen dream
sailors with wax wings - s/t
burzum - belus
nachtmystium - addicts
bison bc - dark ages
cephalic carnage - misled by certainty
alcest - ecailles de lune
krallice - dimentional bleedthrough
julie christmas - the bad wife
ihsahn - after
levi/werstler - avalanche of worms
shining - blackjazz
iron maiden - the final frontier
torche - songs for singles
high on fire - snakes for the divine
hans zimmer - inception soundtrack
periphery - periphery (instrumental) |
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| a cajun-french proverb:
sir la table té ein pot
dol’eau qui tombé en haut
mo tête. li brisé en mille
morceaux et baptisé moin
mié qué prête.
on the table was a pitcher of water
which fell on top of my head,
it broke into a thousand pieces
and baptized me better
than a priest could |
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