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The Gaps That Got Me HereThe Gaps That Got Me Here 090124The Gaps That Got Me Here
Smalls flocking knee-high gap-grinned, sleepy eyed,
and it was the gaps that led me here.
My coffee stained early morning mind thinks: can't be too hard just watching some kids just writing a poem about children--fresh faced, unknowing rubbing in the gaps between their sticky snack covered hands and me at 4, mouth stuffed with crayons.
A child marked, a life ticked by church basements theater storage bins.
And like the spaces in a Family Circus line, the gaps led me here lead
by ~OneMoreFreek
You Sleep These Mornings AwayYou Sleep These Mornings Away 080917You Sleep These Mornings Away
Dust in the sunshine-- nature's own cigarette smoke through venetian blinds.
by ~OneMoreFreek
PartsParts 081001Parts
Hand to hand, his mother said, foot to foot. Belly to belly, he walked me in. Lip to lip, we saw eye to eye.
Fist to palm, his father taught-- we sparred mouth to crotch, heart to heart. We tried, teeth to armpit, kissing and tickling and kicking ass. His cats clawed. His sister squealed.
He walked me through doorways, broke my walls and glued them up again.
He walked me through the motions; we both played the wrong parts. Finger to finger --mine long, his wide-- we couldn
by ~OneMoreFreek
AstronautsAstronauts 081218Astronauts
You'll make a spaceman out of me yet, baby boy, make me press to your back like some redundant tattoo, an astronaut to your astronaut heart beats beating morse code rhythm to a shoulder blade, constellations in smooth skin.
Galaxies of freckles, snores that rumble through my body, the string theory of your chest hair, sunlight travelling lightyears on umbilical cord train tracks (your belly to my hand) just to rest in my bone marrow, run electric light lines through my stomach.
When I hold you, kne
by ~OneMoreFreek
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Love Letter 7.22There's a time and a place for lovers and there you are in your place strung to me by a phone line umbilicusLove Letter 7.22
I left my baby -
packed my trashbag trash picker luggage deliberate shirt by deliberate shirt until my acquired life was hanging from the sweating plastic handles tucked tight against my palm's life and love lines
I folded myself into a car steel shell once brilliant now dull with lost cookie cut potential The miles clicked away from me and boughs of the passing trees waved me on, crying tears of red and brown leaves - &
by ~LisleLisleCrocodile
Gender Roles 101WKeep your fingernails clean, and keep your voice down. Don’t climb the monkey bars when wearing a skirt. Keep your legs together or crossed. No daughter of mine will become a slut.Gender Roles 101W
“That’s not very lady-like.”
No, I will not have a tea party with you. Take your other dolls and use your imagination. Don’t try cooking without mother there to watch you. Use your KidKraft Kitchen, and just make-believe the batter. Dream of palaces and ponies, settle for a kitten and leave him INSIDE the house. It’s ok to play in mother’s high heels, you’ll need to practice. Wear pink and pigtails and for God’s sake, don’t try to cut you
by ~axi0matic
CAMHConsistently, my thoughts are gathered around coughs, slammed doors, and hidden car horns. What do they mean? I have vague memories of endless walking and blisters full of blood on my feet; I'm calling my friends 'brother' and 'sister'; I'm having a seizure fertile with meaning; I'm seeing loose theological references in my usually dry dull days, and telling everyone! "I saw my mother's eyes go black!" I have walked this damn 'U' shaped, tenth floor centre for weeks! Get me out.CAMH
The puzzle of the night sky left out to be solved is unfairly missing pieces. The smoking room is t
by ~8ankH
the opposite of placationdarling, I've done you wrong. finish my sentences you kicked me like the dog I am the joy of getting what one deserves is seldom distributed I rejoice in your perception breakthrough don't let me get awaythe opposite of placation
with anything ever again
my face is simultaneously dry and wet- stretched and crumpled-
feels as though i've just been crying, am still crying, &nbs
by ~sufficient-cause
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- Interests: A whole big bunch of whatnots.
- Favourite band or musician: Always with the hard questions, aren't you?
- Favourite genre of music: Rap, noise, indie, trippy shit.
- Favourite artist: Witkin an' Kahlo. An' Dali and this chick I knew once.
- Favourite poet or writer: As of late, Wheel.
- Operating System: Sugar.
- Wallpaper of choice: Tent walls, graffiti.
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the world is strangling.
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cause i like when you smile
and i like when you frown
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