Face down in a row
Rigid bodies crowd
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Skeletal frames identical
A child’s hand reaches down
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Grips an unsung memory
A king to pair the queen
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A father and mother lost
If not for an abiding heart
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Yeeps this was a tough one!
Submission for
Synaptic Fugue
The darkness is always right-handed, my pupil drinking
In a quixotic iris. Admonishing the light I see in shadow
Puppets, in murders, in fiendish feathers spinning, to an
Entropic earth. I walk amongst the clouds, winged ankles
Scorning the root. I am deviant, asymmetrical, a telephone cable
Unsheathed and dancing in rain. Abused by a demonic parasite if
Superstition holds. My mind growls, reality menaces a sea of
Confusion, of broken hands and fang-baring smiles. I am not
Myself, if I ever I was, I am not myself, it takes too much to
Love me, too much patience, too much repetition. The world
Will teach me uncertainty, how to drown, how to fall, but not
How to land. I will never know what is mine, this reptilian soul
Keeps shedding my hopes and dreams, this reptilian soul that
Never grows old, never wiser, and I am always new, always
Maladjusted. My language excised from the veins, from the
Bones, from the leaks, from the residue wept in hollows deep
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The clouds drift by me
Winged ankles scorning the root
Courting anarchy
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My language excised
From laconic residue
Wept in hollows deep
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This is isn’t quite a Haibun but it is something lol I am in my seizure cycle again, which means the seizure frequency is way up and I am not recovering between them sufficiently to be even remotely functional. I am beyond exhausted and in a dense mental fog. After a seizure my right pupil tends to enlarge without the left so I look kind of like a psychotic cartoon. I want to apologize if I am slow or if I am not making sense when I post and/or comment or if I like without comment. If I don’t seem like myself well it is because I am not right in the head lol. I am extremely forgetful now so I may forget names or even my favorite blog’s addresses the blog roll helps me but I haven’t added everyone so please send me links if there is something you want me to read. Anyways, I want to share a weird story, a very old woman came up to me yesterday and gave me a white zucchini, she explained to me carefully that is wasn’t a cucumber and that is was delicious. She didn’t want money and since she gave me the zucchini my husband has found about $95 in random places! I wasn’t hallucinating because I have the zucchini (which others can see) and Isadora remembers the woman lol So yeah a stranger came up to me in the street and gave me a zucchini (not from a produce stand mind you, not at the grocery just randomly)
Carbon Noise Poetry
I got a little romantic forgive me
http://kshawnedgar.wordpress.com/2013/07/30/for-all-that-its-worth/
Plastic Aphrodite
Why is apathy so damn sexy?
A tantric smile, a nose nudging
Suggestively at Orion’s belt, eyes
Buttoned-closed. Why do you love
Her? She who does not burn, she
Who is nothing but skin and bones
Painted in a slick, disingenuous lacquer
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Circling Venus my heart hungers
For the gravity of your expectations
I would dilute the poisonous air of
Your manufactured aesthete, love in
3D is better than paper measurements
And Vaseline-propelled masturbation
I have empathetic hands and lips to ravage
Your wildest dreams. I have breasts and
Hips that willingly nurture. She has jaws
That lock on entreaty and veins that slide
Away like dessert-dwelling serpents
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She has her frigid fingers wrapped
Around your wallet, thighs parted
For mannequins only and just what
Do you gain by possessing her, a
Trophy for the ego? A sadistic boot
Snuffing out the light of your
Masochistic virility? I would love
You in every room in every weather
Governed by a vacillating moon, I am
Beautiful even without clothes in the
Light of a reciprocating smile, she is
A strip of cured leather aging you both
Exponentially, substance-less and tedious
In the act of conversation, she will never
Make you laugh, never challenge your
Intellect, never last no matter how much
You invest in her maintenance. She will
Never have a life that is hers to make
Never support, never give, only take
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I used Barbie because I didn’t want to judge a girl, that I don’t know, as being fake. This is fictional I was just having fun truth be known I haven’t met too many superficial men I think maybe because a superficial man would never talk to me to begin with lol I am married to a nice highly intelligent shy guy, I was married at 19. So I do not know much about the travails of superficiality or modern dating thank God.
Milk Thistle
The burlesque sky fades to a
Censured black at the height
Of exposure, words meaningless
On contact. Your breath is hungry,
Implicit, fireless without oxygen
You mean to devour. Your mouth falls
Over mine like a blanket. My scorched
Smile trembles. In your presence my
Lungs ache, stricken by the intensity of
Your marrow-stripping eyes. I love the
Way you diminish me, the way you reduce
Me to volcanic ash, your fingertips spark,
Incite the growl of a primordial awakening,
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I am organic, you are spurious, a
Haunting distortion of all that is
Human or humane, you possess me,
Drink the rose from my flesh, leave
Me pale and wasted, you’re volatile
And elusive, I watch you extract
Milk from the mercy of our joined
Souls, pure and white like forgiveness
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You slide the grievous flesh away, we’re
Deeper than pretense, deeper than a
Conscientiously arranged corporeal
Syllabary, more abstract than beauty
I like the way you suffocate me, deny,
Through excessive generosity, overrun
My neural highways with your wild lilac
Eccentricities. In your stratosphere, I am
Inching ever closer to ignition, ever closer
To those stars, those muses whose selfless
Sacrifices originate me, you connect me to
That which I would deny, to a world not
Carried on my slopping shoulders, to a world
Not bound or barred by self-hatred. Some
Days I catch myself awake, a wind-adorned
Thistle healing within and without, I touch
The world that you have laid before me naked
And imperfect, the curious evolution of my pain,
Of my seismic denial, sliding into my eager
Mouth like a communion wafer, love tastes like
Nothing, like air, like freedom, spacious, you fill me
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Lots of seizures lately which means I am not writing with the use of my brain. I am just plucking debris from outer-space!
I did a reading (the vacuum cleaner sound is only my laptop struggling) I am so tired I probably sound like I am partially stoned lol
Day 30 “Change”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0r1IygHsQ4
Whew I wasn’t sure I would make it out alive lol This was a challenge as my memory isn’t good with quick recall (I can’t even remember my favorite movie 15 minutes after I watched it) . My memory is horribly abstract ask me to recall a movie and I will answer something like “It felt yellow…” “The leaves were apple crisp” “I have a spleen full of magma” As you can imagine no one ever knows what the hell I am talking about. Even when I can access a memory the abstract nature makes it unusable! I get lost constantly because I can only recall the most obscure details about a place, I seem to see things no one else notices and to miss all that is obvious. I chose this song because I want to support Sam, to be strong enough to live and love fully. To not just be more independent but to repay generosity. I want to be needed, necessary, useful.
Stealing the Moon
Your fingers catch on the windowsill
Impatient pulse nailing my coffin closed
In the night you creep, the stars spilling
From your lips, our villainous needs wept
Into silk sheets, beautiful only after the
Negatives are exposed. Beautiful when
Our voices collide like earth and sea
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I dream only of your sex of these moments
Interred like fingernails in flesh. I’ll never
Let go of your soul, the way we fit, the way
We dissolve, seamlessly. The sun rise deceives,
Twists our words so delicately into elusion, there
Is no forgiving a faithless moon, let’s love each
Other viciously but only when it’s dark, only
When I am blind enough to believe that love
Binds our limbs. I want to be more than misery’s
Daughter, more than salt, more than a Band Aid
Placed carelessly over a lonely wounded heart
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Warm me in your furnace, make me meaningful,
Make me worthy, just call my name when we rise,
Just call my name like there is no one else at all
I want to be your river, to give you life, to rinse
Away the guilt of too many misplaced consequences
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I am not sure you can discern the influence at all but I was inspired!
I wrote this listening to “Morning Theft”
Day 29 “A Song You Loved As A Teenager”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6P0SitRwy8
I was a teenager in 90s and I was into grunge and what is grunge without Nirvana? I love Nirvana I still listen to them regularly I wouldn’t be a proper Generation X’er otherwise =) I understand how parents and grandparents get stuck! Isadora is too young to make fun of me for being lame/old (well she hasn’t started yet and not for a lack of lameness/oldness I assure), she is only 5 and the crazier I act the more badass I am in her book. That is one of the fabulous aspects of small children, if Sam and I break into spontaneous song and dance, she just joins in no questions asked/no judgement passed. She is so good now I can’t but worry lol
Prompt 14 “The music of…”
This week it is a music prompt but I am taking away a little bit of your freedom as I am choosing the artist lol Always an excuse to inflict my musical proclivities onto a defenseless audience. Seriously though Jeff Buckley is amazing! One of my favorite artists of all time and I have a compulsive need to share. I have chosen 4 songs for you to pick from that way you’re not totally tied down. The songs are only to inspire you, take from them as you will (you do not need to copy his style or write a tribute piece or anything just listen to the song and create freely). You do not have to write a song unless of course you want to write a song poetry, stories, photos, artwork, articles anything is fine. You do not need to post an audio/video link to the song of your choice but do let me know which of the songs you chose for your inspiration. If you want you can write a piece for each song or multiple pieces you know I am not very restrictive lol I made sure the songs all came with lyrics because I know writers must have their lyrics!
Lilac Wine (lyrics are under the video)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSm8UCzL5SI
Forget Her
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNCI3rfxTIM
So real (lyrics underneath)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQwiT20SjoA
Morning Theft
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MF4_wrFujeY
And good old Mr. Linky
Secret
I have a secret that pounds the floorboards
A melancholy hum in front of the cervical
Spine, a song as insidious as a voyeur’s
Impatient exhale. I have a secret inside my
DNA a spiraling, enterprising derangement
That summons nightmares from hopelessly
Mortal abstractions, like a chair’s spinster
Shadow. I have a secret molten behind eyes
The color of distressed seas. I have seen too
Much to believe in anything that your artistic
Mouth would pin to the black canvas of a failing
Sexual conquest. I have a secret pressed between
The bulging veins of a tourniqueted existence
My diary runs red and wild with your villainy
I have a vicious white secret smeared obscenely
Between my thighs, proof of your impotence,
Proof that your heart is a bone dry well and if
All that I needed was the vulgar space between
Your legs I would be indecently happy but then I
Too would be empty. I have a secret, you are not
Man enough to satisfy my soul’s enduring needs, not
Man enough to hold me naked in the aftermath of
Our misdeeds and say distinctly that you love me
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