dispensewheels to churn out wasteland, barrows, rumble flat shadow wide, spread the cancerous field of starch. belch. mars systems awry, star specked voids. blank papers for an exam: test your knowledge: write down everything you know about everything.dispense by =ersatz-moon
the glass: break into infinite atoms, taken apart and dissolve: a cup takes you to italia: look into the rose and find there such emptiness.
such a crowded arras. trust no one, trust the dark. trust neon rainbows. volta red, depression flood. forgetting your screams. disremembering everything. dispensing the morning . let loose and go up in flames.
Pocket UniverseI can smell the typewriters beneath your skinPocket Universe by *Shoeborn
metallic, halting, smudged vibrato
wavering note stretched out far beyond
the edge of the universe tucked in your front pocket
breathing out in time with your heartbeats.
All along the wall I find notebook pages
old teabags hung for too long, green flakes whirling
while you sit in the lean of the willow tree
and watch the play that is my life
chew the scenery; the stage collapses with a groan.
You pull your scarf in
and wrap the scars in burnt umber
while the show goes on
-your eyes are in their early twenties- by ~MeineSehnsucht
and you're looking at me with your
trafficaccidentsmile that says: "at
high school i invented
the Greek tragedy, anyway,
thank you for reminding me of that"
je ogen zijn begin twintig
en je kijkt me aan met je
verkeersongelukglimlach die zegt "op
de middelbare school nog vond ik
de Griekse tragedie uit, toch
bedankt dat je me daar aan herinnert"
exodus and the holly clustersmy neck as brickladen and square as a chuteexodus and the holly clusters by ~sleepysheepdog
and how much can fit how much can i cram down
how much until i choke up the welfare of one
broken boy and the giddiness for another with his
sandy hair and stocky proportions and there's
no end to the attempt for atonement in being
goalgrasping and tidetremblingly trampled by
having to descend from the high hearkening branches
of apple trees, in giving the orchard my leave-
taking and the remnants of huntermooned runs and
cherryswinging from pentagrams to blood orange
lovespells. the winter when i hang up my charm
bracelet and tug pantyhose up my thighs. the cold
weeks when i accept the crinoline petticoats of
struggle and long for the low coonhound vibrations
of brontide laboring to lay my name to rest
along with my tender impulse to extend my hands to
your shouldertips and ask for guidance for a how-to
manual for the robinegg fragility of your lips
hatching on the bough of my jaw. walking through
the daylight hours with limbs like leaking p