Tapsi let roseflesh brush his dead forehead from my lips.Taps by AntoinetteGiulia
i kept my sickness at bay, let the alter girl pray
in her solemn face, stripper heels, unhidden hips,
fingering the sweet thickness of cinnamon incense.
"God is nigh."
there stood his quiet coffin, sugared with oregano from home,
sinking to sleep at the feet of the greediest stone he'll know.
and the trumpeter Tapped crescendos into a world of proudest crows,
low-tide irascibility, and the unmistakable tyranny in the slowly rising fall
of his lung, breathing
"day is done, gone the sun" like it lived beneath the breadth of his
carcinogenic sun. Beneath his stars and the sky, God is nigh.
holograms of brinei do dwell in coastlines –holograms of brine by Meggie272
between the salt water and the
sea strands i watch the arches
of my feet be kissed by
creeping little creatures
and the demure sucking
of the ocean’s lacy skirts,
twitching restless and happy
in the light
i have never liked the
open sea once the sun
goes down – at night it is a
galaxy swelling and mute
like a storm, lumbering
leviathan made of ink
and coal, made molecule
for molecule of the kind of
fear that starts
in the marrow-spaces
of your bones;
a dreadful suck of negative
we all know in space
no one can hear you scream
and the scary part is
how so much of me
want to plunge through its
choke on brine,
have it strip my lungs raw and wet,
cough out jet-pearl bubbles that shriek their way upwards
through oil-slick black and just
sink and sink
and sink and
so i tur
The Revival Verses, or Especially Gently SoftTo find a face in despair, to trust in base,The Revival Verses, or Especially Gently Soft by jamboe89
Knowing little of the way, the mentions,
How can one guide who they themselves are following?
It is the dire to question, the dire to inspire elevation.
Crumbs on the road, the new elder, old young,
Unequivocally abandoning sense, the heated compromise,
Successive streams, the relationship heartily dowsed,
When a man is initiated, brings in the dripping light.
Coloured cubes that cool with the early thunder,
Complex series of dice that alternately correct,
Randomise to be in blessed order, reiterating the blunder,
Similarly sound, expecting the worst, anticipating the book.
New hinges for cats, the berry to mediate with the bacteria,
Simply astoundingly complex the ferocious petal,
The devil uses his echoes, the vibrations of the switching earth,
Opening the box dark, finding in success a poor metal.
Hidden unveiled in the retrospect.
Overdrive on overdrive, it is a special speciality,
The apparently tolerable intolerable.
Crying by the bay,
Smiling At DuskBreeding meaning out of ghastly vacuum, the fuming Sun translatesSmiling At Dusk by jamboe89
Over onto the Earth his sons of fire, the planets folding in deadly time,
The long, broken gasp – a terror stifling, newly bounded,
I’d like to pat the man on the back who first uttered the word, ‘intolerable’,
My kind of optimism in turning on the car headlights in the still-light afternoon,
A fierce battle on the other side of flowered hill found too soon,
Either a fresh outrage, or reminded of every single outrage of the past.
Plenty of material to work from. Says that there has to be a satisfactory answer.
An obscenely uneven life, supremely wobbling the designer’s reputation,
He looks at my life, looks at the blueprints, looks at me, at the blueprints, sighs -
The bartender who can’t drink, the fading light soon pulsed to blinding,
What’s one to think in a sea-storm? What’s one to do but hope?
Some dark suffering, a silent maelstrom embraced with but one lace of light,