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librarylibrary labyrinth, I watched the shelves dissolve into a maze;
their walls a barrier that
between books, and books, and paper;and words, they match her pupils;and letters, they warn me not to stare -
I stare, she does not stare back and so it's
back to pages and
papers of olden days,
their flavours wave beneath my tired
nose my wakeful
nose my wary
open mouth my
beating heart my
heart it courses through my skin I feel
shelves - they creak like cages; between bars between books I see her feathery waves they
crash on barren shores at midnight, this cannot be:
"Are you okay?
Do you need to go for a walk or something?")
she cannot save me are you sure;? her voice is beating on my skin like tides they do not wash away they seek to drag with them: oh,crash.ing.throb.ing.beat.ing.heart. . .
to walk with
Primitivedon't ever think i'm ahead of you. i'm years behind you. i'm trapped eras and eons ago, where a new sun is warming pulsing, breathing earth. new earth. i'm old and i'm new. i'm new and i'm here to devise the newer. i am sitting at the edge of dawn, my feet dangling from the shore and dipping into oceans, stirring, shifting the future. i am howls in the dead of night. i am feral screams and giddy moans that eroded the world and made it the never changing, always changing universe we walk on every night. i am a million stories of heartache and loss. i am one thousands tales of love and discovery. i am pleasure dressed in pain. i am beauty drenched in the vulgar. i am here and i will always be here. i was then and i will always be then. i am the first sigh the earth breathed to welcome its delicate subjects of life. i am a gentle lie and a deeper truth. i am the beginning. i am the end. i existed long before human opened his quivering eye. i am not the light from thoughtful irises. i am t
encore -Can't you see? He's falling in love with you.
Don't you feel it the moment you fall away from the others, cackling and hooting ahead while you talk in shy voices. You can see it in the way his dark eyes hold the glimmer of the streetlights. You can hear it in his tone, which dances with a few extra inflections as it dares to think and hope. He doesn't want to fuck you mindlessly in the park ahead. He wants to kiss you one thousand times before he sees you naked. He wants you to raise his children and he's already holding them, now carrying them on his shoulders, now walking them to their first day of school. He loves them and he's proud of them because they're him-and-you. He doesn't count your curls but he strokes them with his mind; he doesn't grab your ass though he marvels at your figure. He doesn't know you. He doesn't know you but he's already in love you with. Now you're laughing by a whirring waterfall, now you're staring at the deep summer sky through the silhouette of birch t
lethargyI'm holding on to lethargy,
and we are
ashes in each other's arms.
and can you see your chars
reflected in my eyes?
dusty orbs of crumbling lies.
I cannot hear your heartbeat
because mine is still as stone;
I wish you heard me moan like
the cries of limpid ghosts, but
they mourn the dead
and I deceased for you
too long ago.
funeralI did not speak at your funeral.
Though you knew me as a writer
I did not write a speech.
On the way to the funeral I stood on my
front porch and heard the
copper leaves rustle and
decided that was enough. The
wind spoke all that was needed from
The others wore black and
even though the words were
I said nothing.
I did not
cry. I heard jokes and happy memories
but I thought they were dark.
I could pour my memories into the
empty air and whisper how
something that created me was
I could murmur
meant anything anymore
but they wouldn't believe me.
You wouldn't believe me, if you heard
what they said about you.
They loved you, but I loved you
I think I started to cry
but you didn't see my
so they didn't matter.
I sobbed and
the earth was silent and
I did not speak at your funeral.
manicstuck to mountains, falling into skies and breaking through clouds.
thinnest lips extend to grin - one thousand hyenas merge their cries;
one hundred miles of words per minute,
one dozen essays, one million novels,
tumbling, screaming, clashing together.
teeth grating on train tracks,
wires wound round bones, tightened;
the skeleton shatters,
the sparks are flying,
the pages burning,
the beasts are choking,
the mountain tumbles.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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