Hearts Have A Way
I beat forever my heart don't want to
what of this house in my throat
The sun beam broken on sea shine is the summer of things
Cephalopod dreams and champagne wishes
are sponges to the blood stains from the crime scene
Dune this but forget how to dune that
On the lighthouse downs the horses come rabbit
they antler and speak of the black mass with raspberries
At 3 o-clock exactly there will be apocalypse loons
I forever my beat don't want to heart
but hearts have a way they spleen themselves through
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Showing posts with label horses. Show all posts
04 March 2017
23 November 2016
Poem-A-Day #268 : Floor
Floor
We dance like we've seen everything :
The light channels the look of venetian blinds - 80s music videos :
There is an inexplicable horse :
There is a child walking along the road - she is 6ish - she is alone - there is a baby carriage yards behind her - she is tired of this shit and is heading for the train tracks :
I am tired of being told everything will be alright :
An endless consumption - the lights are on then off and the sound of music is a thrum on your sternum - a broken pen pressed into your trachea - blowing your neck like a balloon - you collapse in the waves of time coming off the 4 on the floor :
There is a need for semicolon :
The ability to hinge :
Trains run on time - half the time they clack until they hit the bends - the other half they wonder why the sound dropped out - there is a sense that everything is conscious - that the world is not a cold dead thing - but the yet that hangs on the end of that is where the beat drops and the room goes dark :
We dance like we've seen everything :
The light channels the look of venetian blinds - 80s music videos :
There is an inexplicable horse :
There is a child walking along the road - she is 6ish - she is alone - there is a baby carriage yards behind her - she is tired of this shit and is heading for the train tracks :
I am tired of being told everything will be alright :
An endless consumption - the lights are on then off and the sound of music is a thrum on your sternum - a broken pen pressed into your trachea - blowing your neck like a balloon - you collapse in the waves of time coming off the 4 on the floor :
There is a need for semicolon :
The ability to hinge :
Trains run on time - half the time they clack until they hit the bends - the other half they wonder why the sound dropped out - there is a sense that everything is conscious - that the world is not a cold dead thing - but the yet that hangs on the end of that is where the beat drops and the room goes dark :
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26 August 2016
Poem-A-Day #179 : It's Raining (After Apollinaire)
It's Raining (After Apollinaire)
A t h b i
p h e u t
o i t
l s s h
l a m a
i b i e s
n o d l
a d a a
i y t n n
r h c
e i i h e
s s o y
a l e
n a w y
d l a i
s s i t
h o s
i h r
s r o a e
a r a
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i n t s
n g t w
i h a i
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e t s e t
s o
v i a
o c s y
i l h o
c o t u u
e u r r r
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s e i d
a c e
r a i a p
e c t n t
c e h
r u i s
a m s l
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n u g s t
i l e s
n a n h
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A t h b i
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n o d l
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a l e
n a w y
d l a i
s s i t
h o s
i h r
s r o a e
a r a
f i s h c
e n e e h
m i s a e
i n t s
n g t w
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s o
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a m s l
i m e i
n u g s t
i l e s
n a n h
g t t k o
i l n o
n e o f
g w s
n
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t
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14 October 2010
Privy Seal
This is a day late.
I've been experiencing the NYU Dental School.
It has not been enjoyable.
Privy Seal (Kelpie) 10/13
In the field
a black horse
with 9 children
on its back
The tight skin shines in the sun
like seals basking on rocks
Its eye is the size of the moon
and the universe reflects in it
You touch its nose
your finger sticks
and it begins to gallop
towards water
In your pocket is the penknife
it will only take a minute to be free
The Kelpie is screaming in the shallows
and the blood in the water and the blood –
I've been experiencing the NYU Dental School.
It has not been enjoyable.
Privy Seal (Kelpie) 10/13
In the field
a black horse
with 9 children
on its back
The tight skin shines in the sun
like seals basking on rocks
Its eye is the size of the moon
and the universe reflects in it
You touch its nose
your finger sticks
and it begins to gallop
towards water
In your pocket is the penknife
it will only take a minute to be free
The Kelpie is screaming in the shallows
and the blood in the water and the blood –
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