claire-collins - Hello Poetry

There is a hunger Like a gun to yr head Metal and cold Empty yr clip Personal ******** Egoic standup metaphysical ***** Pseudo spiritual people snakin in my garden Workin gets harder When you poet all the time Clock you don't know what it looks like A vague memory takes over me At the corner on 15th and Rockford I'm unheard and disturbed No it's not ok Know insanity like secondhand glove fit/spit atheists outta my mouth Now you know what god Tastes like Teeth know what gods about Molar spell Glamour silver Share gardens worth of rent/have bent knees to cold Chicago concrete Ask god She's listening With an open hand Walk Yr glistening sidewalk shine you concrete vision of glitter and litter You performance piece about ennui Sing Sinner Yr callouses Don't ask how ok I am We all got issues and I know you want a poem But all I got is tissues and I didn't mean to make you cry I jut wanted to remind you of the salt of life The stuff dreams are made of Homemade hair cloud spun Wicked sister come whisper In my ear drum Hum the chemical hymnals from our childhood Don't hide your big tooth Chew and chew and Chew Purposefully at the great growing complacency

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Oct 20, 2014

Oct 20, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC

What G-d tastes like

There is a hunger Like a gun to yr head Metal and cold Empty yr clip Personal ******** Egoic standup metaphysical ***** Pseudo spiritual people snakin in my garden Workin gets harder When you poet all the time Clock you don't know what it looks like A vague memory takes over me At the corner on 15th and Rockford I'm unheard and disturbed No it's not ok Know insanity like secondhand glove fit/spit atheists outta my mouth Now you know what god Tastes like Teeth know what gods about Molar spell Glamour silver Share gardens worth of rent/have bent knees to cold Chicago concrete Ask god She's listening With an open hand Walk Yr glistening sidewalk shine you concrete vision of glitter and litter You performance piece about ennui Sing Sinner Yr callouses Don't ask how ok I am We all got issues and I know you want a poem But all I got is tissues and I didn't mean to make you cry I jut wanted to remind you of the salt of life The stuff dreams are made of Homemade hair cloud spun Wicked sister come whisper In my ear drum Hum the chemical hymnals from our childhood Don't hide your big tooth Chew and chew and Chew Purposefully at the great growing complacency

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Lightning must be the original shock treatment: Ben Franklin 100 greed worth thunder Spoke 6 kinds of precipitation fingered Zeus

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC

Kite Story

Lightning must be the original shock treatment: Ben Franklin 100 greed worth thunder Spoke 6 kinds of precipitation fingered Zeus

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seventy seven snowflakes none of them the same the hair of the dog who's life you saved a soccer's shoelace pieces of the continent shards of regret tassles from love's riding jacket pebbled shirt you wore on our first date a hundred wet i'm sorry's take a pinch of sugar and the magic medicine goes down purple your purple contrast on my skin how we lived in love in fall and in spring

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Jun 20, 2014

Jun 20, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC

love poem #777

seventy seven snowflakes none of them the same the hair of the dog who's life you saved a soccer's shoelace pieces of the continent shards of regret tassles from love's riding jacket pebbled shirt you wore on our first date a hundred wet i'm sorry's take a pinch of sugar and the magic medicine goes down purple your purple contrast on my skin how we lived in love in fall and in spring

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carcinogen fogs will cancer you thick you will dismiss the salt stain of a visitor you will pretend the Tuesday's are not boring the coffee is not weak the room smells like chlorine remember you are a girl. she smiles for money.

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC

LIVE **** GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS

carcinogen fogs will cancer you thick you will dismiss the salt stain of a visitor you will pretend the Tuesday's are not boring the coffee is not weak the room smells like chlorine remember you are a girl. she smiles for money.

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you stolen pink, arson rose you angry yellow you know you the new black? you inmate slap color of construction oh range convict cage or bruised sunset you peel or rind oh range oh range (oh aren't you glad I didn't say orange?) you uniform agent you coral fire burnt aren't you glad i didn't say orange?

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC

An Ode to Orange

you stolen pink, arson rose you angry yellow you know you the new black? you inmate slap color of construction oh range convict cage or bruised sunset you peel or rind oh range oh range (oh aren't you glad I didn't say orange?) you uniform agent you coral fire burnt aren't you glad i didn't say orange?

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You can not get angry right now. everyone is looking. exhale focus on the exhale inhale **** colored popcorn diesel tobacco place two feet ten toes on red dirt swing no paws you are not a dog no one is asking you to sit spin your phlegm past your uvula Loogie perpetrates surprised face this is much more effective than fisticuffs disgust. disgust them as much as they are disgusted by you see your tastes are mutual

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC

7th Grade Gym Class Bully Revenge

You can not get angry right now. everyone is looking. exhale focus on the exhale inhale **** colored popcorn diesel tobacco place two feet ten toes on red dirt swing no paws you are not a dog no one is asking you to sit spin your phlegm past your uvula Loogie perpetrates surprised face this is much more effective than fisticuffs disgust. disgust them as much as they are disgusted by you see your tastes are mutual

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I'm so hungry I could eat a ***** I'm sure she could use the money I wonder if she charges hourly I'm so slutty I could eat a dollar bill Money is the root of all evil All evil sits in the pit of hunger.

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC

Stomach It

I'm so hungry I could eat a ***** I'm sure she could use the money I wonder if she charges hourly I'm so slutty I could eat a dollar bill Money is the root of all evil All evil sits in the pit of hunger.

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Eulogy We have space So much space I have all this room to miss you with I am sick from all the empty Staring down every corner I am bedded with grief Her hand stills me

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC

Eulogy

Eulogy We have space So much space I have all this room to miss you with I am sick from all the empty Staring down every corner I am bedded with grief Her hand stills me

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Build your MeHouse with earth wound stardust now Ghost wrapped genius Let's commune where they serve watery coffee from skeleton's/ key our knuckles dirt worthy Build Hope's yellow nest bird You are sand gritty in my teeth We are Cadillac dreams/we orchid and never lily bruised eye and violet blue under your Libra shadow I lift moons we spit truth 4000 miles an hour Come build your NowHouse with us

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC

Interplanetary Travel

Build your MeHouse with earth wound stardust now Ghost wrapped genius Let's commune where they serve watery coffee from skeleton's/ key our knuckles dirt worthy Build Hope's yellow nest bird You are sand gritty in my teeth We are Cadillac dreams/we orchid and never lily bruised eye and violet blue under your Libra shadow I lift moons we spit truth 4000 miles an hour Come build your NowHouse with us

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i will need two good memories and a bad one i have a magic disappearing act a left handed shaman an ugly critic who sits alone with no electric i have metaphors for ******** i have lower case egos and i don't got time for yours i have a riot in my mind a revolution on my fingertips it exists in the spaces i quit/like deadbeat dads leave fingerprints misplaced and misguided daughters; let's run so fast the stars call us light speed, like we don't need amphetamines We have our own disappearing act starts in the bones starves you to marrow The smaller we get the less you react so we take up too much space, we elbow, we pose, we leave livingrooms and bedrooms and kitchens and killing time jobs, we leave jaws on floor, we leave sand in mouths, we no map, we motherless, we huge, we funeral black, we native land, we penny talk, we memory, we instinct, we stream, we bleed, we walk don't follow leave no trail this is the third act we need you back for curtain call

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Mar 5, 2014

Mar 5, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC

Disappearing Act: Take Two

i will need two good memories and a bad one i have a magic disappearing act a left handed shaman an ugly critic who sits alone with no electric i have metaphors for ******** i have lower case egos and i don't got time for yours i have a riot in my mind a revolution on my fingertips it exists in the spaces i quit/like deadbeat dads leave fingerprints misplaced and misguided daughters; let's run so fast the stars call us light speed, like we don't need amphetamines We have our own disappearing act starts in the bones starves you to marrow The smaller we get the less you react so we take up too much space, we elbow, we pose, we leave livingrooms and bedrooms and kitchens and killing time jobs, we leave jaws on floor, we leave sand in mouths, we no map, we motherless, we huge, we funeral black, we native land, we penny talk, we memory, we instinct, we stream, we bleed, we walk don't follow leave no trail this is the third act we need you back for curtain call

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