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act i into(beauty)

obscured into a blur
i become fluid with the silent
motion of the lines

my eyes are a continuing moment
along the spectrum of heard
seen tasted felt

(smelt)

--

this is the wonder of is

--

i miss the genesis
the before the flood

--

the fluid motion
of calling home the birds
with a scattering of seeds

--

the tips of your hair
dapple bright ecstasies
on your reflection

they drip the terror
from your throat
floating downstream

--

a tracing of your skin
under my skin print

injects memory into my fingers
and solidifies in silence

--

it was raining when-
it was raining when-
it was raining when you held you

is this how it is to fly?the sleepy storm of your aeroplane fingers
hurricaning gentle rushes along the tips of my ear flesh--
no, i did not say stop

as a child in your arms, I wish for more wishes

too few are the moments we glide beneath our eye sheets
tucking our tears into slippery sleep
when does wait turn into savour?

jester flowers dance jangly yellow beneath my feet and i feel
the gentle grumble of the wind's distaste through my ear pipes
along my jaw; my straining neck

a furore of bent elbows and outstretched arms tasting cloud whispers
on my cheeks, on my lips, and my hair no longer obeys the law
of gravity

is this how it is to fly? arms wicked

you in your mouthi am curious about you
of course, i'd like
to know how many sugars
if any, i think i'd like
to know how well

done. but i'm not sure
of course, if i should be
curious (or otherwise)

if it is indecent
of me to speculate

ponder how much milk
wonder what textures
you favour
in your
mouth

maybe i should wait
for the situation
to present itself

rather than spend
these days thinking
about
it

lets goRelentless as an ocean eroding
the creases of my cliff face

tidal waves of you
crash along my boundary stones

the push and pull of blue:
eddying thoughts
emotions white wash

i don't think the ground will keep
beneath me and i'll plunge

headfirst into
the push and pull of you

(are you waiting)
(are you waiting)
(are you waiting for an sos on the sand?)

let's go

calypsowhite rock exploded into perfect form
primary colours washing
back
the need to stay
in cities
near people

the quiet is a heart beat
muted for a mother's
anguish

the skulls
are not
crystal

the air
is not
new

but everything
is new

now.

voice - this would be iti was planning on finding
out about you:
your shortcomings;
all respectable
deterrences.

so i could tell
you that
i didn't
care about
everyone else's
excuses but
my own

and i didn't
have
any
a-
ny-
mor-
e

knotsis it easy just to null? to concoct a way
to void this feeling
pillow biting in the dark

"It's kind of a bit like me... you live with the regrets."

i do suppose that perhaps was when and
to suppose; to infer, is as useless as knowing
nothing.

"I'm just like everyone else; I feel, I cry, I pretend to laugh."

here is where your heart is (gesticulate toward your chest)
here is where your mind is (touch your forehead softly)

(your soul)(your soul is you)

but, where is the pain? (its everywhere)

im weary of the after taste of yesterday
wary of first bitters

put a little sugar, put a little salt

I opened my mouth and a song flew o

i myself say say liari
am
not the
way that you
would have me be
but it is kind of funny
that i am also not the way
that i myself would like to be
which is to say that i’m not myself
but it is also to say that I always am
do i become both liar and prophet
doesn’t matter which i’m more
when i’m a fool either way
and so closed within
my little box of
no i am
not
i

recognition. andwhere is that ineffable? that calm calm calm me down.
that glimmer of shared recognition. and that macabre humour

I was away. I was away five years eleven minutes seven seconds; weeks I can't remember, days that are too painful.

dialling, cancelling, dialling, cancelling.

when was a memory a moment?

i call you out, and wrap myself around you as your armour
offer my own as your new skin

weakness is a flavour
strained
on bitten tongues

but just so i know.

and all the alleyways, and all the skyscraper trees and glass panel leaves
blinking on and off the shimmer of caught fish in the moonlight

or something about blankets on grass

st

hair-line fracturei am frugal with my wrists
i won't let them see you, enough
now, i'll say, and push them back
into my sleeves, hurriedly

like they could really catch
a cold from your eyes. your
two glaciers of disinterest, kind
of sparked your curiosity

did i? my wrists, they creak
like old willows breaking in
the wind, hunching from the knot
along their side, heavy with

finger branches, soft keratin
leaves you can rip out sometimes
after it rains heavy like
the storm i slept through last

night, and you told me there
was hail, and howling and i
did not believe you until i asked
other people. why is

that? how i don't believe
in storms.

when you wish you had-n't-stringing your eyes with garlands of stars i
wish to impeach you, maybe impregnate you
with a will to breathe
(in
deep)

but what are you but an incoming breath
to me? an unapologetic zephyr gracing
my inner vineyards

ruffling the leaves with whispers

(i understand it
isn't so collapsible, and
i'm forgetting i forget
you)

but when the winds turn
you're a harlot, ruining this year's
yield of self
(importance and confidence)

and i'm understandably drinking
up
down
the vinegar left

trying to breathe in the lights
i gift you with - always

and i have only the stars
to thank,
the stars to blame.

-or no-\maybe you regret things almost instantly afterward,
maybe even before
\maybe you want to be able to regret
because in the end you still did, and you still know
\maybe it's a yes.

nothing's real to me. things just are
i think i remember basic rules of how the world works
how things govern themselves in numbers
functions
actions

a set of ways to be

sometimes i forget

completely forget what is the norm
and i'm left completely in awe of myself

when i forget what it is i have to do, or say
when a phone is ringing.

two imperfect machinesI tell you love is not an accident
That (convinced) can ever be
returned
to prior states (untouched)
Gentle ribbons and plastic
disrupted from perfect
unknowns; give me imperfectperfects
anyday, and give me plastic
bones (that crack synthetic
sentiment). Give me vacuum sealed
flesh, juices contained
with intent (I can tell you
how to read into devices). Do you
say your machines move with grace?
I tell you, any other day (is
tomorrow, is
yesterday) is
today. And imperfect
taste is never impartial
on my tongue. I long
for the test tube warped
sweetness years relax alongmylips. And we,
two imperfect machine

too long too lateit is a gentle pity

that i will never know you,
and you will never know me

mask painted downi am not waiting
for his
or his
approval
anymore

(i was never waiting for a coffin
procession, as they awaited
coffers opening, gleaming)

i disregard my blood;
imagine grimalkins warming
their crooked fingers
over bubbles
exploding
punctuating their gripes:
on breathing,
on life

my mother suffered.

in turn, as i

when the day comes
there will be no thanks;
no I

he will be happy
to have less

she will be happy
to have her breath given back

say we carry our memories with us

find out
too late
my suitcase
is just a large
handle on a hole

expressing your love
with a store-bought
mask, with plastic
painted tears

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encompass your negativity

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it isn't really autumn

by ~saturnineguise, Mar 13, 2008, 1:57:28 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

we taught our grace
to fly, and it taught
us to stay
tethered to our dreams

in a frightful way

like leaves do to branches

it isn't really autumnby ~saturnineguise

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

(only leave when they/you need to die)

i can keep calm, i can keep, i can, i

~Bogbrush Mar 17, 2008

Very nicely done!

~saturnineguise Mar 17, 2008

haha that link is hilarious!

~Bogbrush Mar 20, 2008

It made me laugh when I first read it

~saturnineguise Mar 30, 2008

truffles should be handled inappropriately in my opinion.

little balls pulled out of the dirt.

~Bogbrush Mar 31, 2008

They should be hunted down with pigs

~saturnineguise Mar 31, 2008

haha yes, and you should nearly have your hand bitten off trying to fight the pig for it. Pigs are more equal than dogs, surely.
(;

~saturnineguise Mar 17, 2008

thanks so much!

~blacktutu Mar 15, 2008 Writer

Beautiful, and stunning. Your words always fit together so well.

~saturnineguise Mar 17, 2008

thank you, as ever, darling (:

~Nefex Mar 15, 2008

hope you're okay ): great poem though <3

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