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Scream with all the furied determination
of someone else's horses
who run rampaging,
racetracks through the bloodstream
and a stable in the heart.
Scream
when you feel their blood
beading at the cut
on the side of your hand.
Scream like a songbird
on March twenty-third,
just as the day reaches out
and brushes, with snow-blued finger tips,
the point
where you scream
to welcome the
impending explosions of the mind.
of someone else's horses
who run rampaging,
racetracks through the bloodstream
and a stable in the heart.
Scream
when you feel their blood
beading at the cut
on the side of your hand.
Scream like a songbird
on March twenty-third,
just as the day reaches out
and brushes, with snow-blued finger tips,
the point
where you scream
to welcome the
impending explosions of the mind.
Literature
Mayfly
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When we were mayflies our wings were
worn from wire screens, but the tentative
beats of your belly chimed like iron.
And it occurred to me that through
the breeze of burning leaves our eyes
were open to wasps and weeds.
-
Literature
What Was Left of Joan Marie
-
Her lashes cracked and barked like thunder,
but it was a mild summer -
a mild slumber
on her door step.
Her mouth slipped under stones
to dining rooms and
dinner parties but
her breath was raw and baited-
So she waited
by the back door.
-
Literature
2669-B
In the early hours, when he is still asleep, she begins counting the tiny black and white tiles plastered to the ceiling of their flat. Some are chipped, some are covered by a layer of dust, and some are not tiles at all, but cockroaches in disguise. By 143 he has stretched his arms and kissed her neck, by 206 he has tied his shoes and lit a cigarette, and by 262 he's always gone. She knows that the smell of coffee will dissipate by 329 and that if she can bother getting out of bed to call her worried mom for once, or even just go to the damn bathroom, he will be back by 2338.
If she counts slowly.
--
Sometimes, late at night, when she has
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The horses are Patti Smith's.
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Shbwow. That was AMAZING to the nth degree....Powerful stuff.
I am so jealous I could pout. But I won't. I'll just go see a movie.
I am so jealous I could pout. But I won't. I'll just go see a movie.