Romance #201
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Sound of hearts pretending they're disinterested
The music of an anime getting started
I want to tell you I will hold you until you bleed
and that this will make you take your clothes off
The tongue is stupid
yellow
a lie in a bath of goo
I will tell you a joke and you will laugh it off
and no one will pretend that it isn't a kind of sex
We fall down a well do we get news papers noticing us
Maybe if we profess in front of the temple
Maybe if the notes rupture like bubbles
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09 January 2017
20 December 2016
Poem-A-Day #294 : English
English
Let's again discuss language
It is unable to explain the noise of cars on the road
the color of breath in cold
Language does not know how to talk about feelings
It muddles across the page the best it can
A sort of clawing thing a hand
reaching never quite reaching
Let's again discuss language
It is unable to explain the noise of cars on the road
the color of breath in cold
Language does not know how to talk about feelings
It muddles across the page the best it can
A sort of clawing thing a hand
reaching never quite reaching
16 September 2016
Poem-A-Day #199 : Instructions for How to Engage with Art
Instructions for How to Engage with Art
The canvas wants you to touch it
to run your fingers against the raised strokes
Feel the ochre burnt and otherwise
It wants you to lose yourself in it
to become so encased in its universe
that you will not escape unchanged or at all
It wants to yellow wallpaper you
All of this is contingent on the artist
understanding the canvas well enough
to reveal the need within it
All of this requires you to step closer
To press your chest against the Mona Lisa and to search for her pulse
Take your clothes off and jump into The Water Lilly Pond
Be naked and covered
The canvas wants you to touch it
to run your fingers against the raised strokes
Feel the ochre burnt and otherwise
It wants you to lose yourself in it
to become so encased in its universe
that you will not escape unchanged or at all
It wants to yellow wallpaper you
All of this is contingent on the artist
understanding the canvas well enough
to reveal the need within it
All of this requires you to step closer
To press your chest against the Mona Lisa and to search for her pulse
Take your clothes off and jump into The Water Lilly Pond
Be naked and covered
02 September 2016
Poem-A-Day #186 : Nostalgia
Nostalgia
In the dark fields of summer - the heat escapes us
it crawls into the sky in tendrils of smoke - it creeps
Our heat is a suck - the roads hoard it like money
This isn't some theft - the universe gives no fucks
The day collapses - it shatters - it is our job
to find the pieces and to stick them together with gold
To hold this moment in our minds - perfect it
The pressure of our remembering will diamond it
until it is something that cannot ever have existed
An inner-earth ocean full of monsters
The darkness will not stay dark here - it will recede
it will become the light on the surface of a lake - your eye
It will also degenerate with time - it will never be a photograph
like the heat held in pavement - the night will leech it off
In the dark fields of summer - the heat escapes us
it crawls into the sky in tendrils of smoke - it creeps
Our heat is a suck - the roads hoard it like money
This isn't some theft - the universe gives no fucks
The day collapses - it shatters - it is our job
to find the pieces and to stick them together with gold
To hold this moment in our minds - perfect it
The pressure of our remembering will diamond it
until it is something that cannot ever have existed
An inner-earth ocean full of monsters
The darkness will not stay dark here - it will recede
it will become the light on the surface of a lake - your eye
It will also degenerate with time - it will never be a photograph
like the heat held in pavement - the night will leech it off
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