quiet week at the bar. here are a bunch of poems i wrote in the last bit
in quiet streets i set up shop with woven sheets and bottletops with shuddered breath and stuttered sigh from poisoned chest to passersby i pull him out that devil seed the gripping want the frantic need to break my back to suck my sap to find a lack and make it laugh i bottle it go down the road how easy with just half the load — can i get an amen can’t i catch a break i chase it up top i forgot about the storm i’m swallowing spit and my eyes are dry but it's warm and it's ball one and the coin flips over my lungs ache and my heart melts and it comes up heads why not give it a try amen — and to all the different kinds of blue the refuse of a happy tune the one that comes in afternoons the now, the never, sometime soon on waves that tumble to the bay the green, marine, and robin’s egg and even mixed with bitter grey i love you more than i can say —- the better than the better is the trade you trade for knowledges the mix you mix with sour grapes (however long that it will take) to clarify or to begin to find out where to follow him – dog with a bone all alone watch her run watch her roam mom’s not home chew the bone watch her as she checks her phone —-- create the world! enjoy its light! ignite your flame to rule its night! escape the bed, the frame, the trite and fight the forest with a knife! —----- Juliet, 25 sees the ways her lover lied. —-- i know you perfect blue perfect dawn perfect you keep me warm keep me true perfect love perfect blue —-- eye of the needle watching over me feverings and visions tongue stitches taking lashes bearing new fruit —-- hello the halfmoon that grows when it splits hello the hart that the hunter will miss hello to apemen picking up tools hello to apricot mixed in the gruel —-- lung splitter back snapper gut ripper leg cracker little creature growing old