frannerisms
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I want to lunge and make his neck mine,red hot fish hooks pull my eyes apart andI think I’m more articulate than I (really) (actually) amI want to OPEN WIDE and swallow something,really get some nutrients from it,really become it.‘I’ll look up poetry books on my kindle,’ I think, ‘because this is going nowhere.’I am…
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(who’s in a rush to open the origami secrets of our brains?) the sun the moon the sand the sky in God’s loving eyes I will not pry, will not rush the hour must not kill the time, two babes weaving in and out of their primes…
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take me out to the ball game… wait, no, take me out to the ball!
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Everyone will yell out the meaning of time,the lesson of a year (as if we leave any of it behind).No sense in celebrating the commodity oddity ofall that we put on holdfor the days we are feeling bolder.I think I’ll skip new year’s,Time and I are on weird terms right now.Today is Tuesday, December 31stAnd…
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note: this is an in-progress section of a longer piece. enjoy Have you heard of this six sentence poem?”I am trying in every regard.”I live in an empty house on a hill with only an attic,I have lived in a tired body un-thrilled with only an attic, I’ll show you:a northern star unzips my home,…
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Maybe I’m stirred by nothing,maybe I’m stirred by it all.It could be true that I’m just lying,it’s altogether possiblethat I was born unamused,it might be that my tongueis unleaded, my needle stillthreaded, embroidering myselfwith the promise of nothing, maybe I’m stirred by nothing.
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Tiny metal sea turtles wear five-leaf clover hatsand dance to reggae music asthe happy dogs play poker in abandoned subway stationsa father’s voice on the radio a mother’s face on a billboard I feel a family I do not haveI am small, man on stilts. A nightmare, a bad dream,a fluorescent adolescent with the orange…
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¿Es hoy el primero de abril?¿Por qué no puedo ir a la playa?Ah, si.Dicen que una bruja se está casando cuando hay sol y lluvia.Estoy cansada y soleada. Estoy sola, si.En algún lugar, una taza de aguase rompe o se queda en el microondasmedio olvidada, sin tomar.Esto es ambos la normalidad y algo gracioso y…
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Man that I melted, your wrought iron offends me. Let me pastyour moat, the password is ‘envy.’Pigeon mail fails and compromise corrupts; skin your knee scaling my walls,I’ll patch it right up. Temple to temple I’m hot let me in, Marcobeats polo but nothing beats fins!Are you holding your breath underwater?No, I’m mourning your offer.The…
the case for human error 