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my shapeless beloved,
my 15-hourglass catalepsis,
my universe in an air castle above a snowglobe,
too much illimitable time has passed
already and not nearly enough stands left to unravel
your cotton mysteries borrowed from department store racks;
eternities, painstakingly dismembered to hallow stills
whence i’m granted pro tempore life to smear your magic shadow blush
to chasm depths where parabolas are ocean-wept,
will someday verge upon (my) collapse.
for even now i doubt there’s reality left outside your arms,
mass beyond your lips, or breath more than moments
after you close your lights.
my 15-hourglass catalepsis,
my universe in an air castle above a snowglobe,
too much illimitable time has passed
already and not nearly enough stands left to unravel
your cotton mysteries borrowed from department store racks;
eternities, painstakingly dismembered to hallow stills
whence i’m granted pro tempore life to smear your magic shadow blush
to chasm depths where parabolas are ocean-wept,
will someday verge upon (my) collapse.
for even now i doubt there’s reality left outside your arms,
mass beyond your lips, or breath more than moments
after you close your lights.
Literature
Earth, Be My Grave
I asked a question of the ground
And found the answer in a cloud
Still I have to wonder why
My heart can not yet reach the sky.
Upon that wind I echoed thoughts
Of love and death and feeling lost
Some comfort spoke within the trees-
My soul felt bent with rustled leaves.
When we die do we diffuse
Into earthen, speckled hues
Of mottled blue and sheltered green
Or are there colors never seen?
There must be something past this shell
But I refuse to dwell on hell:
I'll seek the skies and roaring waves
I'll choose the world as my grave.
Literature
lists and listlessness
Each name I mark down is a list.
I write every single word
I intend to promptly forget,
making sure to underline
the important parts.
These are the things I really meant to say.
You'd smile and feel
the way you were supposed to.
It's all so simple.
These little plans of mine
are drawn up and drawn out.
It's too meticulous
to be destiny
and too ridiculous
to be enjoyable.
Would you even feel it if I crossed you off?
I have that power you know.
(That and more.)
I could rearrange you.
I could erase you
completely.
I could kid myself all night,
but I could never let you go.
Literature
.jupiter
.
- Is this your first time drowning?
I'd let you speak for yourself, but I note
that in your not inconsiderable credentials,
it states you're a compulsive liar.
And you've a throat of thunder, at that.
You've been choking back
on atelophobia ever since you woke
under turpentine skies. Wondering why
the cat has nine times to die
and you have none.
- What happened to the sun?
You know only too well.
You gripped it too tight
and snuffed out the light.
Show me your borders,
your whalebone girt,
and I'll show you the way
the rays will pucker your skin
like a Nazi lampshade.
- What about the thunder?
Yes, what ab
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pursuant to my current state of [...] i have decided to write a series to letters to the universe.
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edit: this was featured by as pick of the day on 10/26/09
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edit: this was featured by as pick of the day on 10/26/09
edit: featured in the news article The A,B,C's of Literature: U
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lovely. ♥