I really don't know how to TYPE
Here's an old one:
Requiem for a blinded light
(a plant in three parts)
A.
apples twisted like knots on the fingers of unruly debutantes developing in lunar rhythm an unknown node thinning buildings to blatant curved red. shaking the soliloquy of the secretary of state to see if she'll hand me one, gnarled and none other than a bumpy scarred scary looking treat? i bite it and spit it out. wax again on this lonely tuesday far too grey to be outside of either october or february (and the apples give that one away...)
B.
walking home this velvet night
leaves crunch mind turns
cooling off this shard of heart
cooling off this waste of thought
redefining what is thought
and what is not while
eyes crunch thighs turn
looking under ribs and lungs
i lingered lift with thundered tongues
of flame--i remember something burns
on this walk i found
this shard of star i thought was gone
in the ground
and i don't know where to put it (it fits)
it smiled at me like a knot
that bore a hole through pearly light
so I took it
gave it to the eels (from under rocks)
a song
and the stars
gave it to the grass
while hunting the bear
gave it to grendel knowing he liked pieces of things
and hoping he'd leave me my arm
he didn't.
damn.
C.
venus in phase
locked in the womb
listening to tunes
her beauty opens cans
closes broken windows
and is stored with old
instruments.
you know, to keep incidents from turning sour
the way apples prove gravity by accident.
kind of like that but with feathers.
this thing unfinished as i smell the cider rot
lying on a bench in the dark
orchard hill my ass
looking up to study the sky
and feeling the pull of a thousand patterns that don't know or care that I
or they exist.
except maybe that one.
nah.
-Drook
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So I guess it isn't actualy finished because there were a few things i didn't like as much as i once did.....maybe i will leave it alone though i think it might balance out the good parts. whatev
eh i'm dry for writin, even though i saw an awesome concert (Pink, candy ass) went to maine (saco/biddeford/portland) and am going to see matt sharp tomorrow.....
one would think i would have more to say.....but do I?
Requiem for a blinded light
(a plant in three parts)
A.
apples twisted like knots on the fingers of unruly debutantes developing in lunar rhythm an unknown node thinning buildings to blatant curved red. shaking the soliloquy of the secretary of state to see if she'll hand me one, gnarled and none other than a bumpy scarred scary looking treat? i bite it and spit it out. wax again on this lonely tuesday far too grey to be outside of either october or february (and the apples give that one away...)
B.
walking home this velvet night
leaves crunch mind turns
cooling off this shard of heart
cooling off this waste of thought
redefining what is thought
and what is not while
eyes crunch thighs turn
looking under ribs and lungs
i lingered lift with thundered tongues
of flame--i remember something burns
on this walk i found
this shard of star i thought was gone
in the ground
and i don't know where to put it (it fits)
it smiled at me like a knot
that bore a hole through pearly light
so I took it
gave it to the eels (from under rocks)
a song
and the stars
gave it to the grass
while hunting the bear
gave it to grendel knowing he liked pieces of things
and hoping he'd leave me my arm
he didn't.
damn.
C.
venus in phase
locked in the womb
listening to tunes
her beauty opens cans
closes broken windows
and is stored with old
instruments.
you know, to keep incidents from turning sour
the way apples prove gravity by accident.
kind of like that but with feathers.
this thing unfinished as i smell the cider rot
lying on a bench in the dark
orchard hill my ass
looking up to study the sky
and feeling the pull of a thousand patterns that don't know or care that I
or they exist.
except maybe that one.
nah.
-Drook
*******************************************************************
So I guess it isn't actualy finished because there were a few things i didn't like as much as i once did.....maybe i will leave it alone though i think it might balance out the good parts. whatev
eh i'm dry for writin, even though i saw an awesome concert (Pink, candy ass) went to maine (saco/biddeford/portland) and am going to see matt sharp tomorrow.....
one would think i would have more to say.....but do I?