Monday, February 23, 2015

artistic freedom



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Sunday, February 22, 2015

motherfucker





imagine the cities you could build from
all the pieces of the one true cross
floating around in the world



imagine the heat they'd give off

the man who would drop his lit cigarette
in a garbage can in some shitty
apartment on the south side of town
and the child who would die in the fire


who would fall blind into the
wishing well


nothing saved but this pale grey sunlight
and these tiny dreams of smokestacks






Thursday, February 19, 2015

walking backwards



was seeing a married woman,
which was the same as being alone


could still remember my father's face,
twelve years after his death,
and his voice, and his
anger


got a letter from you on a
frozen saturday afternoon, and
you said come see me like it
was nothing


like there wasn't
a country between us


like i wasn't afraid



Sunday, February 15, 2015

remedios varo



for dali, with regrets that it couldn't be more



rain on the
shortest day of the year
and then later
snow


my mouth thick with
the names of waitresses


my hands scarred but
my son whole and beautiful
between them and
this is finally what matters


belief
but only in the things
i can hold