Spice XXV
a poetic look at plaid guilt / clutch
at the a-symmetry of full-court
blues / tipping the well of medieval
beauty / matching plaid shorts / the
youth knocked up by colorful arrays
of history / linen pieces of American
Singers / all likening genius to Kmart
Showing posts with label NaNoWriMo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NaNoWriMo. Show all posts
3.4.10
2.4.08
#2
This bore a(cross)
some shred of remembering
boring in
or maybe turning
the purple mercury of couple making it
in the backyard grass
a brick alley an arrow a fleck of skin
or a trap folding in and back out
plumbing without an attitude
for attitudes sake
------------------
some calipers and a bottle of water
french dinner things
the swift trickling of heat
a crack
in the
door
the note of leaving
and the charm of circumferences
tricking him is the best way
the architect is in love with you
so stop fiddling with the shingles
or spell-checking clouds
they don't listen
get heavy & think with spice rings
------------------
I'm still sitting
with my finger
a gun
but not my gun
i don't buy again drinking problems
or that fly-gate
the clumping mold and
the dead field mice
where did they come from
------------------
i possess hills looking damaged and boring
and that gun
it's my hand now still
an arrow a fleck of skin
dividing timid eyes from breathe
------------------
the workers hands
bear drills and holes
a match or two
luckily we hear bells
------------------
and the guns a home under seasoned
my voice calm for a second
consider not rolling your r's
all night
we are trying to get some sleep out here
some shred of remembering
boring in
or maybe turning
the purple mercury of couple making it
in the backyard grass
a brick alley an arrow a fleck of skin
or a trap folding in and back out
plumbing without an attitude
for attitudes sake
------------------
some calipers and a bottle of water
french dinner things
the swift trickling of heat
a crack
in the
door
the note of leaving
and the charm of circumferences
tricking him is the best way
the architect is in love with you
so stop fiddling with the shingles
or spell-checking clouds
they don't listen
get heavy & think with spice rings
------------------
I'm still sitting
with my finger
a gun
but not my gun
i don't buy again drinking problems
or that fly-gate
the clumping mold and
the dead field mice
where did they come from
------------------
i possess hills looking damaged and boring
and that gun
it's my hand now still
an arrow a fleck of skin
dividing timid eyes from breathe
------------------
the workers hands
bear drills and holes
a match or two
luckily we hear bells
------------------
and the guns a home under seasoned
my voice calm for a second
consider not rolling your r's
all night
we are trying to get some sleep out here
2.11.07
Writing Time
I am shitty blogger, but I've been a much better writer.
I have been getting things done.
I've almost finished two new short stories and I'm working on NaNoWriMo.
I don't think I'm really going to write a novel.
But I think I will write a lot of words and that is better than just fucking round all term.
I am working hard likeJess and Bryan. And, much like them, if you want to read my poem/novel just email me at alexsmalix@gmail.com
google documents is the coolest thing ever.
I have been getting things done.
I've almost finished two new short stories and I'm working on NaNoWriMo.
I don't think I'm really going to write a novel.
But I think I will write a lot of words and that is better than just fucking round all term.
I am working hard likeJess and Bryan. And, much like them, if you want to read my poem/novel just email me at alexsmalix@gmail.com
google documents is the coolest thing ever.
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