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July 16, 2012
Dear Reader by ~antonfrost Suggester Writes: The words in this poem carry a distinct duality in them; work and relationships. The vivid descriptions and metaphors are only made more powerful by the poem's closing lines.
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on the roof
simpering with
the pigeons
i throw
sheen after sheen
from buckets of paint;
you do all
the work
getting
in the
way.
awnings
spattered
like lips
with the color
of kisses
shiver
and move.
and listen
to this:
the birds
open their mouths
in the rain
spread one wing
then another
and lean out
and over--
the river
opens
onto salt
as the moon
blooms
like a coin
in a fist;
lovers
part lips
while
friends
part ways.
the bartender
peels a lime;
the doorman
pulls at the door
while the waitress
clears the table.
i open
a window,
you open
your eyes:
work
is making space.
here and
i have
made
room
for you.
simpering with
the pigeons
i throw
sheen after sheen
from buckets of paint;
you do all
the work
getting
in the
way.
awnings
spattered
like lips
with the color
of kisses
shiver
and move.
and listen
to this:
the birds
open their mouths
in the rain
spread one wing
then another
and lean out
and over--
the river
opens
onto salt
as the moon
blooms
like a coin
in a fist;
lovers
part lips
while
friends
part ways.
the bartender
peels a lime;
the doorman
pulls at the door
while the waitress
clears the table.
i open
a window,
you open
your eyes:
work
is making space.
here and
i have
made
room
for you.
Literature
no dear
.
the chimney smoke
blows like hair
like love
like you
in the wind
its ashen hum
rising through
the clouds
my reverend
heart beats
a trembling dove
a man without
love pinned
to a crux of spine
dear burden of mine
o father have i sinned
what fire turned
this bread to stone
what sent
my voice
to roam
without my ribs
that gnash
like children
weeping in the gloam
my chest is pried
a tongueless jaw
with nothing left
to steal
or say after
those words
how much
lonelier
i feel
.
Literature
Crows
"Crows," I whisper and she flies,
brown arrow shot
from the bowstring of a word.
Literature
The Troubles of Dating
The Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel)
I suppose she was the first girl I fell in love with because of something other than a nice pair of breasts, and therefore, the first girl I fell in love with whom I actually succeeded in asking out on a date. More than anything it was her hair, the way it was neither curly nor straight, but wavy, and in a dark and dreamy shade of red that nearly seemed black. It reached down beyond her shoulders, and I could find myself staring at the back of her head for hours during our classes, mesmerized by it. Breasts weren't half-bad either though.
And she was a nice person. At least, that was the impression I
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work is making space (i was watching snowplows when i realized this)
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I love how this captures several moments at once. It always strikes me how immersed we are in our own realities but how many other alternate realities people are living ... and how they sometimes do and don't intersect.