Thursday, December 31, 2015
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
the necessity of pain and fear
beautiful and high in the
pure white light of the sun and
never anything to eat but
broken glass
never anything to break
but promises
and then the small white flowers
that blossom where the
pieces fall
the filth that we
bathe our children in
the men of god who would
have us beg for more
who would have us lose
all sight of joy
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Saturday, December 19, 2015
5 PIECES OF SOUL-SEARCHING FREAKTASTICNESS @ WHISPER
in the dark, considering
time as an abstract
you and i lost in the forest of meaningless symbols
the bleeding horse, lost in someone else's city
sunwashed and wasted
FIND THEM ALL HERE:
Friday, December 18, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Monday, December 14, 2015
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Saturday, December 12, 2015
like fire
thought maybe the
blood would begin to
run backwards once the
war was over but
it didn’t
thought surrender would
earn us mercy
but no
the children were lined up and
shot beneath tattered white flags,
their bodies dumped in the river,
their mothers raped and then
butchered, and do you
remember the year?
was it before you were born?
after we died?
do you remember the priests
and their magic wands,
their answers that answered
nothing at all?
found you naked behind the trailer
with your wide open eyes
and quicksilver wrists
and I told you there that the
baby would never have my name
told you that the dogs would
say whatever they had to
to get in between your legs
let you find out for yourself
that being weak in the
civilized world would
never buy you any mercy
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
blood in the spaces between what we say and what we mean
crows in an empty field
not the idea
but the fact of it
the sky with a
beginning and an end
the earth moving
beneath your feet and thick with
the bones of indians and
slaves
anywhere
whatever day it is in
whatever year
and all of the unpaid bills that
keep you tied to this life
all of the people you've hurt
who'd like to see you dead
the names you've forgotten and
the lovers you've betrayed
and the trees all bare
the sound of the freeway
the smell of cold engines
going to rust
of the rivers filled
with oil and sludge
america at this exact moment
a woman beaten unconscious
and left in the closet of a burning house
and the simple fact that I've
outlived cobain
have outlived christ and
that I refuse to die like pilate
and what about this
eighteen year old girl naked
except for a string of pearls?
how many wars are you
willing to wage just to own her?
not action
but the act of demanding it
from others
all of these young men shot dead
for reasons that have more
to do with money than freedom
all of these songs with
words but no meaning
it was never enough
just knowing how to hate
Tuesday, December 08, 2015
Monday, December 07, 2015
Sunday, December 06, 2015
Friday, December 04, 2015
marie
never
regretted
drinking yr
blood
but i’m sorry i
confused yr
smile w/ prayer
i’m sorry for
yr sister’s
crucifixion
for the baby
waiting to be
found in an
empty apartment
kept calling my
my name, but
i was already
gone
regretted
drinking yr
blood
but i’m sorry i
confused yr
smile w/ prayer
i’m sorry for
yr sister’s
crucifixion
for the baby
waiting to be
found in an
empty apartment
kept calling my
my name, but
i was already
gone
Thursday, December 03, 2015
Wednesday, December 02, 2015
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