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Alcoholic Poet's Sad PoemsAlcoholic Poet's Sad PoemsThink. Write. Drink. In that order. Everything is dark. Everything is bright. 
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Fiances of Molasses
2007-12-26 06:24:00 The dog was talking to the cat wondering why it didn't understand. The cat was listening. Scared it'd couldn't hear anymore. The cruelty of language confronts our skin. Glimpses of knowing what the other has said make the game go on for that much longer. Tongues spilling out words these bodies cannot pronounce. I'm old you know. She said. Louder than she ever talked. I'm old because I waited
Good Pagans
2007-12-25 06:49:00 Looking for god on the one night she imagined, if he could, he might appear. Adjusting her compass for the magnetism of so many miracles she decided to go ahead and buy the Jesus toast. even if I'm not saved, at least i won't go to hell hungry. Don't bother me, she shouted at the ringing phone. I'm busy forgetting all the people I never knew. I've been advertising my pain all this time. More About: Good
Imposter Jimmy Stewarts
2007-12-24 06:42:00 Goodbye always betrays us. Calendars of skin counting off until we're over. Endless autopsies on the heart reveal a kingdom of killers. Too many last chances later. We remember, but won't ever know. Who they were or we were to them. Empty cellophane. The candy tasted. Eaten. Then shit back out. We try to give. Like to pretend that we can save, if not ourselves, someone. Celebrating what More About: Jimmy
She's A Pretty Amputation
2007-12-23 07:12:00 Riding the carousel she thought the horses had the advantage. Moving so many without having taken a single step. It always took days for her clothes to fit and by then she had to take them off. It's no fun being dirty all by yourself. It's no good being dirty if there's no one who wants to lick up the mess. She made an omelet for herself. Out of all the foods the refrigerator had left in it. More About: Pretty
The Stopwatch on Her Tragedy
2007-12-22 06:43:00 The frenzied metropolis between her legs was going in so many different directions. Ants all over her picnic. The police of her frown threatening its protest. Pesticide in her smile. Mayonnaise skin. Empty bread. She'd never had a life, so she borrowed some of theirs. She didn't know what to wear. So she wore nothing other than the world between her breasts. Empty trench coats to camouflage More About: Tragedy
Deviant Mediocrity
2007-12-21 06:19:00 I was doing laundry. Attempting to quantify the ratio of suds to clean. Or dirty. Absolved to the sovereignty of the stains. Content to be ruined. I was waiting for the world to stop. That diabetic coma that occurs between sex and words. The poetry of soiled skin missing its meter. Thinking about the mediocrity the ritual had become. Soluble Satan's and corn syrups gods baking their
Assimilation
2007-12-20 06:52:00 It's over. This is my gift to you. Plotting his course with the aid of a broken finger. He kept going back to the beginning. Hundreds of trips to nowhere. Wrapping the packages with bows left over from gifts not given. The cataracts of sex impairing my vision. I'm blind at last. Nothing to see except what I can remember of before the disease was a factor. She's Star Trek. Captain Picard. The
Giving Perpendicular
2007-12-18 07:01:00 Sad gifts are given. Wings pulled off of helpless insects. They are dropped, but don't break. Skeletons on the outside. Skin underneath the crust. Burnt apple pies still leave me with the craving. The people I know. Or thought I did. Reruns. Old cliffhangers forgotten. Corks ripped from curing hearts. Reality TV. Shitting faces caught on tape. Wiping asses chasing toilet paper dreams. Sad More About: Giving
Reasoning With The Wind
2007-12-17 08:15:00 I can see the future sometimes in the slivers of light that escape through the window. I can hear it in the wind as it fights the buildings for dominance. Specious gods looking for a microphone. Or any way to make us listen. People have all the gods they need. real or not. People have a monopoly on suicide. Or rather needing a reason not to die and why it'll be alright when they do. Gathering More About: Wind
Children of Atheists
2007-12-17 07:38:00 I saw the gods plotting us. Tiny colored trapezoids on a giant game board. Risk. The dice our decisions. The continents our whims. They were bitter because we'd outgrown the worship. They were bored because we weren't that interesting anymore. Just fucking. Making more of ourselves. And paying too much for gas because seven seats are not enough. Even when there's only one of us. I saw the devil More About: Children , Atheists
Bald Rapunzels
2007-12-16 07:55:00 You're a pretty snake. As far as snakes go. Your apple is shiny. Your fangs are sweet with nectar. I'm not tempted so much as infatuated. How often is it that we lie to ourselves this well? Pinwheels stuck into the heart. Quiet. Waiting for the wind to blow. You can come and find me when you've hated yourself long enough to consider loving someone else. Until then, I won't be waiting. You free
Dead Friends and Their Rattling Chains
2007-12-16 06:55:00 Delirium has its insights to offer. I don't smoke. I burn. No one sees the difference anymore. It's just a disease to them either way. They kill themselves arguing with the symptoms. Ignoring the illness any way they can. It's so much easier to hate what's happened than to consider why it has. No one wants to solve the problem. They just want someone or something to blame for it. They don't More About: Friends , Dead , Chains
Servant Metaphor
2007-12-14 07:23:00 Ask me after I've finished translating my vomit. It's too cold to be humble. I'm sick, but not sick enough to be saved. Or rescued. Or anything that makes it easy. The mirror shows its reruns until I grow tired of myself. The grapes gang up the vine. A fruitless anarchy overcomes us. We are governed by suspected truth. We are victims of pleasure. The gravity of skin pulling down until our bone
Wonderland
2007-12-14 06:34:00 Alice wasn't listening to rabbit as she shrunk. Her clothes threatening to drown her. Alice wasn't looking when the world left her. Like a balloon giving way. It drifted. The other end of the string still tied to her wrist. A limp needle all the drugs gone from it. It went away. And she knew that it was gone. Dead. Sold to some tomorrow she has no intention of living. The rabbit was pouring
Magic Lamps
2007-12-11 06:53:00 There were x-rays to take in places only radiation could see. To search for fractures. Though she felt no pain. To find discrepancies between the action and the consequence. Her skin thudding like the skin on a beaten drum. And no one there to dance. There were heels to whet on young men's hardons. The ambulance of touch stuck in traffic. While I waited to be rescued. Visualizing Christ in More About: Magic
The Perfect Gift
2007-12-10 07:38:00 Santa Claus, she asked, Why did you bring me this? He wasn't there of course. Because you never see the man who leaves those kinda gifts. She stared at her new face in the blank TV screen. Tentatively touching at her cheeks to determine it was actually herself she was seeing. This isn't what I wanted. I'm not someone else, I just look that way. Something answered. No jolly man. Nor obese More About: Gift , Perfect
Sewing Kits
2007-12-09 07:34:00 She was occupied with to solving the maze on her thumb. Checking the mannequins for belly buttons. Sealing the envelopes with nothing inside them. Trying to be like everyone else. Thinking there's still time enough to be that person. The maze of her thumbs took her all over the small universe of her hand. Little touches and big ones. Words never written on paper. The solution was obvious, More About: Kits , Sewing
Crazy Fucking Idiots
2007-12-08 02:35:00 I'm not dixie you fucking moron! Issues anyone? What the fuck is wrong with you? I think dixie is hiding from you for a reason. Cause you're a crazy motherfucker. Go - keep searching for dixie and leave me the fuck alone. I hope for her sake you never find her. More About: Idiots , Crazy , Fucking
Tactical Errors
2007-12-07 06:37:00 Sleep me. Solvent skin smoldering with a calamity of touch. Far away and staring at little gods in their torn dungarees. The street outside her window. Broken crayons in crippled hands molest the paper. Memory is the cruelest kind of love anyone can give. The streets are a secret she's never told. Pathways converge in rabid jousts. Take the door off. No lock can keep me out. This numbness. It More About: Errors
Subatomic Matter Deciding Us
2007-12-06 08:06:00 Find me in doses of infinity. Discarded panties hung like curtains over our eyes. The smell of rainbow we can't see penetrating skin we never knew we had. Find me in an ed suicide. Some stranger you almost met vanishing. Leaving you burdened with their life . Silver spoons dishing cold soup. Scorpions being watches buy desert men. Ready to be stung. Ready yo be sink. If only to recover from the More About: Matter
You Tell The Story, I'm Too Tired
2007-12-05 07:21:00 Cold. The mud sweats. Heavy with the weight of her skin. Dark with all she's kept inside it. The fairy princess flaps her wings to diffuse the storm under her dress. The wicked witch waves her wand to summon the charmings. From the conveyor belt they tumble. Their smiles not quite set. Some ship with horses. Others with only glass slippers. All are backed by a whine if you want to guarantee. Oh More About: Story , The Story , Tired , Tire
Facilitating the Famine
2007-12-05 06:47:00 Bragging excuses bored with themselves. Becoming me. Ginger snaps. Radishes. Bitter. Tart. And sweet indiscretions know me better than I should've allowed. Casual lovers make the best enemies when a villain is needed to negotiate the questionable contracts with the past. present. future. All of it colliding. A kaleidoscope of moments. Vigorously swallowed up by and shit out of each other. Nothing More About: Famine
Kings and Pillars
2007-12-04 06:28:00 She was wearing the mattress one person at a time. Like a borrowed lollipop. A giant condom. Herself what was left in it after everything else had been done. Glad it was over. She was undressing. As carefully as she could with such an audience. The future frowning. Disappointed at what she'd done to it. The past apologizing for what it had let her become. She was swimming. In little pills she More About: Kings , Pillars
Molasses
2007-12-03 07:11:00 her broken nylons were restless. as she argued with the slope of her knees. it's too difficult to get in. too easy to get out. all her panties were red. all her lovers were judges. guilty. of wanting to be someone else. Counting the sunsets. Peeling their clothes off like candy wrappers. They melt in your mouth. And in your hand. Disappearing into folds on skin. The treaty of touch
Fireworks Undone
2007-12-02 06:45:00 Counting the itches in her underwear she can calculate how much sex would be required to stifle her depression. Gain herself control anew. How slowly the flower dies after being plucked. The thumb of the clitoris writing stories in places no one can see. Touch like a stone sending ripples throughout so much stillness. The skin of the water cut. Letting everything in. Counting her emails she can More About: Fireworks
Lollipop Island
2007-12-01 06:15:00 Stalwart distractions beat the dead horse. Stoic stairs ignore her footsteps. Planting flowers on the graves like nail polish on runs in pantyhose. Saving what can't be saved. He said pretty girl let me touch your hair because kisses tickle the same in my throat. The headlights laughing while the engine made jokes about her faulty brakes. She didn't care. Sometimes the food is all we want. More About: Island
Words
2007-11-29 05:45:00 There once was a girl. Goodbye was the only word she could say. Her parents eventually got used to it. And her friends, she'd never have any. But she. She'd always thought it was a wonderful affliction. Millions of words in her head. An endless cascade of dominoes falling down and standing themselves back up again. No secrets betrayed. No lies to be discovered nor truths that were better left More About: Words
Gershwins and Mozarts
2007-11-27 07:39:00 Oedipal reactions turn on the black of the tuxedo. I'm asleep. I'm mother and child. To the men I've let love me. I'm awake and listening to the sound of you forgetting me. The chirp of crickets after the rain has subsided. Stray dogs pissing on a passing funeral. I don't know why I'm lost. I only know that it so. I wake up and can't see anything except what is gone. What was never there. More About: Moza
Lawyers and Liars and Justice
2007-11-26 06:56:00 Verdicts sublimating the accused. The drape of her lips in the zipper as it tried to close. Judgements and victims one in the same. The puzzle of her skin coming into focus. Numbers crumbling into equation's tornadoes. I can't add. I can't subtract. All I can do is walk away with what I have. And try not to worry about failing. Who do I think I'm fooling? No one. The shadow of the condom like More About: Lawyers , Justice , Liars
No Fingertips
More articles from this author:2007-11-25 07:56:00 Spiders talked in the corners of her sobriety. Stitching together stockings. Naming the gowns after geometrics. Crickets chirped in the foreground of her eyes. Stories she was writing for selfish saturdays. Toadstools tall enough to see everything. The cure for everything she thought, too obvious. Just learn. Or pretend to have learned that it isn't over. Earnest ghosts. In their cardboard 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 |
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