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this is a weekly feature in which i select ten phenomenal literature deviations that have recently caught my eye. if you have been featured, please
this journal and read the other works. now, onto the main event—
the heater ladyi was pulled by an office-light moon
to a lone street, couple of cars
sailing on the slimy chalk road,
there's a CitySprint van by a red brick wall,
fear trickling down the trees
and i'm a slick street thug mugging all it can haul
i was called to a bridge by a burning frost
fervent as it was obscene,
like a broadsword enthralled
in the chest of a working class Paul,
poor man mauled and i'm his savings
sprawled across the railway like rain
i was drunk by the pub, fell apart
like foam at a pint glass rim,
hanging by the whim of a lady
with a body of bed and a radiator warmth
spilling like coffee's scent
and i'm a street lamp
d
"i was called to a bridge by a burning frost
fervent as it was obscene,
like a broadsword enthralled
in the chest of a working class Paul"
Honeythief.straw-stitched and hanging
off every word--
violated:
pressing my ears
against your brittle
hives
and smoking you out
"violated:"
Noircissons-nous one hand on a column
one on your hip I stand
stripped of any virtue
smelling burning cane syrup
at rumdrunk full moon twilight
our octoroons run
between rows of cane with leaves
as sharp as daggers
in zeal even blood falling
won't slow the dysrhythmic dance
we are the last ones
still here between our columns
and the still night
clawing each other’s hips
while others repent for us
"smelling burning cane syrup
at rumdrunk full moon twilight"
Skypewaiting for you to arrive (if you ever will-)
I become productive. Clumsy foot run swift
around vacuum cleaner, and I ignore the roar
it gives sucking up my cigar ash. I read books
and vacillate on meanings; I knit. I pray.
for these hush-lung moments between talking
and silence, pressed together, frenetic
fretting and wondering if ever again
you will call. If you are even there
in the stretch of oceans, across icy miles
of bleak black. Do you exist? Are you there?
Green beacon means yes.
I could organize days around your emergence,
around the tiny space of time where we talk,
where I shed all my real meanings.
Here I am alive.
Enter stage
"If you are even there
in the stretch of oceans, across icy miles
of bleak black. Do you exist? Are you there?
Green beacon means yes."
Damaged goods.Sometimes I tell them that
it's a birth defect,
that when they dragged
me from my mother's womb
they broke me,
that my mother left the hospital
with a cheque in hand to make up for
"the accident," of course.
Sometimes I tell them
that they said,
"she'll live,
but it'll hurt her."
Because I live and
it hurts me and I don't know
how else to say,
"I'm sad all the time
and I can't get out of bed some
days and I've considered that
not living might be
beneficial to my survival,"
and as they try to work
that out I'm heading for the door
with my head down and
my dignity scraping along on
the floor.
"that my mother left the hospital
with a cheque in hand to make up for
"the accident," of course."
she`s a musicianlike a piano dropped from a fourth story window,
[ you were in the wrong place
at the wrong time ]
and struck a chord
you write songs in the back of your mind
or something of that ilk
because triads well from the tips of your fingers
and i thought i was the dreamer—
until you stop for pint-sized things,
good coffee or blue ink pens
and to trace the scar
on the palm of my hand
and say i'm kind of
[ hugo riemann would have been proud ]
happiness in b flat major
we are not a symphony
at any rate
but the notes are there.
"you write songs in the back of your mind
or something of that ilk
because triads well from the tips of your fingers
and i thought i was the dreamer—"
hulkingi. visiting hours
I was sure
I was kept.
A signal inaudible
amid the bustle of feet
and the everpresent shuffle
of thieves.
An occupation
in the streets;
a practiced pattern
of patient peace.
But my isolation
was a doctored thesis,
a particle smashed
with a spidering neatness.
A theory of chaos
in its incompleteness
is just enough
to lure me from discreetness.
ii. consultation
I will keep
him in check.
Heroes, heirs, and heroines
in unstable form.
A catalyst sought
by a gathering storm.
Against the mindlessness
of the swarm
we've been assembled
to stay the horns.
But this guardian element
is stealthily worn;
a
"Against the mindlessness
of the swarm
we've been assembled
to stay the horns."
Expunge It starts like the bristling detachment of Velcro or the arrogant snap of a rubber band on your wrist. The cringing, ripping sound, the reflexive quick sting, ringing vibrantly on in the moments after. Like a bell that tolls a beat of hours that is overlooked in the passing, then counted by recalling rhythm afterwards. Instinctually, you want to keep going, keep climbing, over rubble and debris. The day has long since ended as you move through stark jagged blackness. You check the breast pocket of your jacket for a match. You strike the little brown line, once, twice, three times and light the now apparent hallway. The match burns down t
"The door shudders slightly, clambering like a nervous blade of grass before the first frost, and soon enough it freezes and splinters. Shattering, it breaks into bristled stakes of wood as you walk through in abounded footsteps."
boy is sick.i. ten
problems always increase in size over the years.
ii. skipped years
nobody knew him.
will you be his friend?
iii. /a/ first love
it was his first
to what extent?
they were each others first /t/.
iv. moved away
a new friend
a psychotic admiration
foreign insults
and masturbation.
v. /m/ arrived
era of shallow hatred
and distrust
he thought he was a friend
the master liar
it's the reason he doesn't trust people.
vi. he fitted in
[that time period
is like mine
only he was the one who was
mean to dance with me]
he cared for somebody
yet basked and gloated in his friends praise.
vii. smile
he validated
and assur
"laugh
simply smile
that is why he makes others smile
to validate his existence."
i rememberi like to get drunk
alone
because if i'm alone
i can feel self righteous
ly angry at you
even though you
have been gone for years.
i bet you never think
of me,
i bet your life is fine
and you're busy
making someone believe
you're deep and
complicated,
troubled water
tumbling beneath
bridges.
i bet you don't know that
when people remind me
of you i collapse
like a star, inward
and curse
myself for being so weak
for being so small
for the salt on my cheeks
from the way that you spoke.
we were friends for so long
that i can't believe
how it all came out
in the wash,
and how unclean it still feels,
and how i'll ne
"i bet you don't know that
when people remind me
of you i collapse
like a star, inward
and curse
myself for being so weak"
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