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slow dancing in a burning room

you’ll forever be judged by the doors through which you’ve entered this hell
rejoice rejoice you’re fucked! rejoice as the doors close. step forward

ruin your fucking self

dreams of a daughter

i remember telling you the world was round
i remember your eyes

and you

you telling me “daddy, no
no, it’s whole— we’re the heartache”

and i held you close

and i held you close
my shrine! my shrine!

eternal summer

the kids know, in summer
there’s no such thing as monday
only eternity


tomorrow never comes
until it’s too late

Why I’m A Feminist

I’m a feminist, but privately I like identifying with my own label of “sane.”

I refuse to backtrack to society’s insane version of things when the ideas that race and gender are different but equal were born with me, within me. I think ‘the adults’ have set the bar far lower than my childish mind. I refuse to first step backwards then forwards and label that as having gained ground (maybe I’m being too rational). Those for inequality should have to identify themselves as being against than the norm, not I (maybe I’m being too irrational).

I don’t like the connotation of feminism as pro-women. There are a lot of women, I’m not for all of them; as is true for men, there are a lot of horrible ones (some Continue Reading →

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
cannot bear very much reality. // T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets

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dear chicken museum

“there are bones in here”
what cunningness

making me mistake curated candidness
longevity
and a thing with bones
for something there

you’re not
but a glorified boneyard
speaking of all battles lost

telling a sad true tale
with a childlike gap-toothed smile as face
and my earning in pocket

i take it back
you’re a glorified candy stand

i want something more than the white-stuck red lollipop
i’d like it back
in fact from now on

i won’t ever hand it over
i’ll create and end
here

i’ll build worthless sandcastles sexually stacked
and when hurried rain-tide footfalls come in
at most i’ll have a burial by sea

not this great sweet cavitied sham of a thing
 
 
 
the best thing that’ll ever happen to the library is the fire
then the rain
mona lisa’s smile begs to be set ablaze
 
 
 
i take it back
you’re a glorified house of firecrackers

with unlit bone-filled things walking the halls
cowards at self-enlightenment

the best thing that ever happened to you was the field-trip
the gap-toothed child with the freshly red smile
the red crayon running before your guards could stop her extrospective self-defacement

i take it back
you’re a gloried self-hatred
the moment she saw you she knew

our greatest art
had not yet defeated her

The Best, Deepest Poems Of All Time

Echoing Einstein and Rumi, probably simultaneously all and none.

If you’re ever on a beach and you spot someone frantically running about with a bucket full of water proclaiming they’ve bagged the ocean entirely (or something like that), laugh at them, you have a right, THE right, they’re crazy, laugh at them. Wording that better- laugh at them, you have a right to laugh at yourself. Because they Are, and you Are, and they are reflection: of you, of you as you, of you as they, and they (and you) of the bucket and what’s in it; and what’s in it is the ocean (entirely), water, this. Still, laugh, hysterically if you can, it’s the only thing to do (Hafiz said that).

Personally, I don’t like the whole “that’s deep” phrase; Continue Reading →

because even an atheist will pray when the sky’s falling

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somedays i too make god in my image
i image him of water

and that somedays it all gets heavy for him too
(imagine a water balloon popping)

so the soft rain’s god getting through
that storm drain

and laying down he asks of his kids (us
with the pots plus pans deafening)

Listen, quiet down a bit
Listen, today’s been hard
 
 
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somedays when i ask my father so
did us kids listen? well
there’s your answers too
 
 
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one lecture draft and journal entry onerously acquired through oneiromancy

in order for one to definitely know
one (-self, -another, -ness)
must not try to know
nor try to be
but be

the knowledgeable ones are thus
indefinable
indistinguishable from the evil
or the good
or the anything else

they don’t distinguish and are one with all types

they don’t cease from exploration
and at the end the only thing
they know is that one Is

and that’s all the grave stones
bones and remembrances have ever said
 
 
 
yesterday and before
the caged lion opened its mouth

and filled us with fright
and not once have we not fled

during the night
an indefinable indistinguishable thing let the lion
amongst us

we rose this morning
and knowing what blood sweat and tears meant
we discover for the first time we are afraid
but one in it

more advice (for the green, seductively forward, kind of pacifist)

in the midst of a small noble con
don’t pleasurably passingly remark on
how absolutely breathtaking the happily-frustrated cerebral’s
spouse is
and ask about kids (they’ll presume
you’re after a child)

and

(unless death fascinates you) later
don’t answer the better-half’s bold question-
able looks (let them)