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VisionI   
Peripherally, I have seen her behind, combing through the blacktop's ocean,   
visceral with gravel, pebbles turned to stone statues  of sailors. I have seen the tar mermaid--silken, sweating,  glisten with euphoria and bask in street lights bare.   
She moves with the fluidity of forgetting, the soft fading flow of nepenthe.   
The wood are gone; confined.  and I am overcome.   
II   
sunlight doesn't dash and frame you beautiful, caught in the corn, splashing  through our naivetés.  You bring the light and crash across my eyes.  Nev Vision
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The clouds look like they want to - They hang;  heat-waves from the highways meshing into a gray  that promises relief. And none comes.  The evening’s acrylics flake away,  leaving blue to go black, so the sun can breathe  
behind the horizon.   
The state will not sleep this night. Exposed, self-conscious  under the stars, the ground lies La Nina means only dry wind
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Impotenceimpotence   
 
the world goes soft,  
smooth as the flesh behind your knee  or back alley newsprint blurred by mist.     and all i can think about when we kiss  
is the way the world loses its simplicity,  
like considering fries over onion rings:   
 
    gulls snatch dirty fast food bits      puff chests and stab onlookers      they intend on the eyes but they often miss   
    gulls snatching sandy dead gull, quick      onlookers picking at tattered pieces      intent on the eyes   
 
you sigh for me to take you, swiftly,  as Impotence
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If I only had a heart

Sat Jan 10, 2009, 9:57 AM
  • Mood: Yearning
  • Listening to: The Born Ruffians - Little Garçon
There is nothing but good news and bad news to put in here
and none of it is new news to anyone besides for me.

My vision of poetry has changed considerably. Ive recently realized that I am a cowardly writer, and that I don't know how to write bravely. I'm working on it. This makes the ' poetry' I have written lately turn either shit, or more personal than I am used to. It doesn't feel right to post them, but it doesn't feel right to not post them. Poetry has always been for the other, for me, and this writing for myself junk is a threat to my poetic ideology. It is also easy for me to slip into complacency and not edit things that I know no one will see. I'm desperate for critique, but at the same time, I'm scared shitless when it comes to receiving critique on these poems.

I fell in love for the first time earlier this year. Nothing has been more singularly destructive to both my mental state and my progress towards my degree, and eventually life. First and only time in twenty-two years. I am torn between needing to be around her and not being able to be around her. It changes quite a bit. The other day I listened to 'Bye, Bye, Bye--by(e) N'Sync with a sympathetic ear. It is really that bad.

But this brings up the second troubling change to my poetic ideology--somehow, trite has turned to gold. A stanza about her eyes, which, only a year ago would seem excessive and boring, has become a valid option. Poetry which I would snub and scoff at a year ago, suddenly has new meaning. It has become neigh impossible to weigh one poem against another, seeing as my judgment has completely shifted. Its even more troubling when I try to write.

There is lots of good in this too. For one, I feel like I need to write. As complicated as the previous situation makes that, it is still a positive thing. When I am writing, I am thinking. Editing my writing, to an extent, edits and trains my thinking. My mind needs all the training it can get.

This is the ultimate semester of school for me. If I don't do exceptionally well, I am thrown into the workforce and sucks to my ass-mar.

And ever-present, effervescent imperfections in the sable sky
When soot-marked sashes gather 'round the Pleiades
Indicate that the knowable is somehow on the incline.

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~Metatetron Nov 5, 2009, 2:56:50 PM
here there
there here
now as then
then as now


this is my brain off Adrianne...

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Do not be angry. Do not worry, Be grateful, Work with integrity, Be kind to others.
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~Metatetron Nov 15, 2009, 1:11:07 PM
No my friend - nary a word - and how can one lose hope? :grin:

after all - there truly is no way to tell when she will return, no matter how long, no matter where or why the Orchid Gypsy goes, she is simply The Adrianne, and her interaction with us is still ongoing - the distance/absence of her is just our part of it.

You know as well as I, that she hasn't given up hope of return - that it is *always* a when not if - and that she thinks of us regularly, fondly, and wistfully at times as we do her.

I hope, very selfishly I admit, that she returns sooner rather than later.

I hear Gells ran into some difficulty here? She has, or had, a way of contacting her - neither shared it with me...

And there is of course Jonesy, who I spoke with a few some months ago, who claimed no word, no sighting, nothing of Red - which is most unlike her too...

But then, I think Adrianne would be unable or unwilling to reconcile the co-existence of the free-thinking whirlwind she was here, her religious choice, and her marriage - and one had to go ...

I do confess to having worried some, over the inevitable subsuming of her to them that women must submit to in that religion, but ^shrug even that is but fodder for a future iteration of the mind-spasms she will have - one day.

I try to remember that the Butterfly has armor.

and her subscription - is still valid - it wasn't not long ago - renewed? by whom, when? I don't know...only that I stopped paying for it over a year ago...

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Do not be angry. Do not worry, Be grateful, Work with integrity, Be kind to others.
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`nonculture Mar 28, 2008, 2:43:46 PM
homo

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=emothemurdok Jun 3, 2008, 7:42:59 PM
I agree, good sir!

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Tell James Marsters his new love interest is a cement block, he'll have chemistry with the cement block. We'd all ship S/CB, and when JM looked at the block just so, we'd post, "wow. CB looked hot tonight."
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~dgregory Aug 19, 2007, 7:03:56 PM
You sir, are a good man.
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~SpiffyChicky Aug 3, 2007, 12:51:31 PM
hello skunkface.
love,
chad.

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lover, now that you've left me,
I'm glad you're unlovely.
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~SpiffyChicky Jun 2, 2007, 1:02:25 PM
Ian. I concur. I haven't been called Chad in far too long.

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lover, now that you've left me,
I'm glad you're unlovely.
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lolly Apr 27, 2007, 8:40:10 PM
I gave you a one minute ban for [link] but you were offline so it didn't really do much to you at all.

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