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.they are all skin and
bone and no heart,
all bite and no bark
and it's a lot easier
to slip back into the
past than it is to
get a grip on the
(and curiosity swears, he never meant to hurt the cat, he just didn't know his own strength)
.i know an angel
tired of holding
up his halo, says
he's thinking of
trading it in for
(and i'd do the same but the boss says, you're not goin' anywhere bitch)
.karma sits on my sofa
whiskey doused, eyes rolled up
to the top of his head, and he says
just do whatever the fuck makes
you happy, mate, just do
whatever you want
(what a terrible thing to be full to the brim with emptiness)
.when her love left, it left
the house empty
and she says
i hope one day it'll
come back to me,
cos i don't keep this shotgun
on my front porch for nothin'
.they greet me like old friends,
ivory hands gripping my
shoulders a little too tight
to be forgiving
i tell them that i'm sorry,
and they know what i mean,
their smiles fade and the black
holes on their faces start to furrow
and i explain that it's not
quite time, not yet
i still haven't worked up the guts
to let them out
but they've heard this spiel before,
and it's getting harder to
silence the rattling, a myriad of
skulls and ribs that i can no longer
.how am i feeling? well today
i'm a phoenix, doc, here get me
an ash tray i'll show you
and please i just wanna sleep
like lena does, i got a brain
like a ten ton weight
(and i'm still holding what's dead because no one else can carry it, and i can't get into bed until i find somewhere to bury it)
how you can make
all the animals
with one wave of
make them open
their throats and
and i think i will
find you sticking pins
through the webbing
of a bat's wing,
cross legged in
the garden with
the snake around
that's how i'd like
(the world will shift, a heart will break away from it's chest, tectonic)
.don't come to me at 2am
when your heart starts to split
its nuts and bolts
and your eyes are threatening to
burst their banks
i will be too busy trying to
solder my own
laying down sandbags and praying
the tide comes no higher
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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