~wombatical
William L.
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litanyMary, whose roses wilt in the evening streetlightlitany
bent through the window of her elbows resting
far from the river carrying her bright secret home, Mary of too many letters piling one on top of another and whose poetry unwedded
weeped under her bed in the black
box of an unbroken garden her fingers red clay on the brick and bones of a tired family a long room in heat and Mary your blood a red crest bursting out
from the low grave of your father or through the fields where I lay down beside you Mary
in the baptising heat
of your new wound we were &
by ~wombatical
the preachers body ascends toAnd in prayer, Lord we forget ourselves forget our hands forget our fingers forget eyes mouth tongue bent double curled up Lord, we forgive ourselves make what’s right and good- whatever, Lord do not teach us how to live do not rope us together we small and buried blooming, open impressions of cat’s skulls grinning wicked singing magic light-folded bent like leaves straying from our brutal imaginations, Lord forever is so long and so long and so long with nothing but rain snow Your incredible machine, we are lost seaweed in rivers Lord, open canvas of tents Lord, bruised petals of roses Lord, we cannot touch our eyelids, we do notthe preachers body ascends to
by ~wombatical
what i wish to tell you...whisperingwhat i wish to tell you...
we built so many beautiful things-
bent ribs convex mirrors ashen jewelweed pouring through
bones how we suffer
for the wood. nails
tack
canvas rope bound boat moored in the lake salt licked water cold goosebumps 4:30 AM in a raincoat. dawn is three hours before in texas and we tip- toe in black light of wells. crushed cornflowers mud
sifting
through the clear plastic bag nights we forget have forgotten for peac
by ~wombatical
Reasons for 2 Bodies EntwinedBecause you are here, Because you met me between two fields, Because you wrote of freckled angels,Reasons for 2 Bodies Entwined
And Because you twirled under that streetlight
on one good ankle, silent supernaturally smooth
Because your hair hung loose on the car seat as you touched your head to my shoulder and Because your ears were impossibly sweet
Considering your post-it notes, your pens and your papers, considering your words in ink and your name in lipstick
and Because of the birth mark at the nape of your neck, because your wrists slow soun
by ~wombatical
Favourites
in our beds and graveyardsnot in the eyes, but stiffly in our beds we weep. we’re like candy nations or troubled bears, and we don’t know where we can goin our beds and graveyards
the moon-light gives us shadows and the sun provides us pots and pans, our mother fell on her knees bent over a package of honey and pencils for the longer days. nobody wants to speak anymore.
if you can see me, come home or run away or trip over a rotting log, it’s like this: around here, we don’t die but bloom as crazy redwoods
down the hills, up the gravestones into chemical wishes and a fixed image
by ~MisterMatchett
The dream was always running.The dream was always running
Oh, little crook'd arrow; sawed from sapling, bone-smooth shaft. Little arrow of inner divination,
I fear'd the knocks would splinter you finely.
Oh, little crook'd arrow; there you have made my eyes run, shot and kill'd yourself a bird. (My, my) On a doorstep!
Clever fowl it were. Though we spied it, (oh) we are ever so quick; hidden behind those lamp chains- ones pulled. Spark'd that bulb of creation.
I am fat with it,
Now all red and runny; a little child's winter nose. Pick'd
by ~WhoKilledKirov
flight 24b to los angelesinflight 24b to los angeles
a forward motion over the deep fall ing floor of the world where the tapestry of streetshines races in gentlechaotic
consonance tranced -
a figure of lights
alone with darkness closing in around and infecting the state of man's expanse and the photons of sun fire consuming the horizon, stretching
across the bend of the world (visible only from this height) irre gular in form to eat the darkness alive,
by ~PrivateerLunatic
6 Funeralsthere's beauty in the breakdown6 Funerals
--frou frou, let go
does he have to love you for it to matter romeo and juliet broke hearts breaking to pieces you thought you had the play so well figured out contorted despite our symmetry your unconventional nature the ribs the lips the tide of your hips overflowing speaking japanese was a heart a hand and the keeping of the two
you tried to think of something deep to say gertrude stein in her making of a miracle through secondhand lions
you raged through the prisonyard like a former convict
can't decid
by ~envygrrl
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- Current Residence: Austin, Texas
- Interests: writing, drawing <insert verb>
- Favourite band or musician: JOHN COLTRANE, Broken Social Scene, ELECTRELANE
- Favourite genre of music: rock, jazz, electronic
- Favourite poet or writer: Sandra Cisneros, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Robert Pinsky, Hal Borland
- Operating System: XP
- MP3 player of choice: winamp
- Shell of choice: schwaaa?
- Favourite cartoon character: Spike
- Tools of the Trade: mechanical pencil
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