parker-vance - Hello Poetry

I take off my summer skin, peel back bronzed afternoons and cleave through those muggy mornings you were still here but not for long.

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Mar 2, 2021

Mar 2, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC

parker-vance

Vignette

I take off my summer skin, peel back bronzed afternoons and cleave through those muggy mornings you were still here but not for long.

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There are holes in my brain and I shovel words to bury that emptiness I look for laughter that's not my own I search my hometown graveyard the spaces of your affection I'm flipping through the oldest books ******* in the autumn air; I cannot find the thing I lost There are holes in my brain but I kept you, Heart, perhaps a different way of craving wholeness

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 9:25 PM UTC

parker-vance

Holes

There are holes in my brain and I shovel words to bury that emptiness I look for laughter that's not my own I search my hometown graveyard the spaces of your affection I'm flipping through the oldest books ******* in the autumn air; I cannot find the thing I lost There are holes in my brain but I kept you, Heart, perhaps a different way of craving wholeness

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Crow's feathers like The exoskeleton Of a long-nose weevil, The color of Mom's grease-stained Pots illuminated in moonlight. They're a mind That's gone dark With a tunnel straight through, Like a billion Ants all piled On- throbbing Can you hear Them ******* Hear them slurping? Those oily wings Writhe in air like bodies Launched from 90-story trade buildings They close their eyes; Sleep forever Bathing in crow's feathers.

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 6:32 PM UTC

parker-vance

Crow's Feathers

Crow's feathers like The exoskeleton Of a long-nose weevil, The color of Mom's grease-stained Pots illuminated in moonlight. They're a mind That's gone dark With a tunnel straight through, Like a billion Ants all piled On- throbbing Can you hear Them ******* Hear them slurping? Those oily wings Writhe in air like bodies Launched from 90-story trade buildings They close their eyes; Sleep forever Bathing in crow's feathers.

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There's a certain wraith in the cleaning of kitchens scrubbing of floors ringing of towels til the fingers puff up and bleach seeps beneath your fingernails. There's a certain wraith to all these quiet burdens.

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC

parker-vance

Wraith

There's a certain wraith in the cleaning of kitchens scrubbing of floors ringing of towels til the fingers puff up and bleach seeps beneath your fingernails. There's a certain wraith to all these quiet burdens.

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I've been collecting words for years- cataloguing feral and oblivion, catharsis and iridescence. I keep gusto in the drawer beside my bed. I put visceral next to the broken mirror you left. I've hidden marrow next to vastness as if they are mine alone. See how they slip out of me like a ****** nose at just the wrong time.

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Feb 23, 2021

Feb 23, 2021 at 4:11 PM UTC

parker-vance

Collector

I've been collecting words for years- cataloguing feral and oblivion, catharsis and iridescence. I keep gusto in the drawer beside my bed. I put visceral next to the broken mirror you left. I've hidden marrow next to vastness as if they are mine alone. See how they slip out of me like a ****** nose at just the wrong time.

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The word of God Is neon now- It screams odious Love to the silent Collection of limbs Beneath it. Iridescence Falls in irradiated Waves, reaches the Sedate, the wanderers Of Asphalt Nightmares, At last. They can hardly hear it Over the mumble of voices. They shift, leave by way Of saturated, naked streets Steeped In weariness. The new God is Neon- but all the same Unheard; It's violent lights Looking to the morally Righteous; finds No one.

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Feb 23, 2021

Feb 23, 2021 at 2:40 PM UTC

parker-vance

OPEN 24 HRS

The word of God Is neon now- It screams odious Love to the silent Collection of limbs Beneath it. Iridescence Falls in irradiated Waves, reaches the Sedate, the wanderers Of Asphalt Nightmares, At last. They can hardly hear it Over the mumble of voices. They shift, leave by way Of saturated, naked streets Steeped In weariness. The new God is Neon- but all the same Unheard; It's violent lights Looking to the morally Righteous; finds No one.

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Years ago, I limestoned my way through girls, cool and completely solid. As they swayed, sweet and sweat-inducing, glossed in a perfunctory pink at the foot of my bed, I could feel them sinking all the way through me, swaying between my synapses. But now I'm crepuscular. I'm seizing as girls prism in front of me like sequins, like fool's gold. They leave the door unlocked behind them. I was once told pyrite isn't a lie if you know it's pyrite- if it shows you all its sides individually and with care- but I still wanted them to be solid gold.

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Feb 22, 2021

Feb 22, 2021 at 10:47 PM UTC

parker-vance

Years Ago, I Limestoned

Years ago, I limestoned my way through girls, cool and completely solid. As they swayed, sweet and sweat-inducing, glossed in a perfunctory pink at the foot of my bed, I could feel them sinking all the way through me, swaying between my synapses. But now I'm crepuscular. I'm seizing as girls prism in front of me like sequins, like fool's gold. They leave the door unlocked behind them. I was once told pyrite isn't a lie if you know it's pyrite- if it shows you all its sides individually and with care- but I still wanted them to be solid gold.

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Drifting into the past, tomorrow slipped further away Drifting into the past, my writing had little to say Drifting into the past, the moments became moments no more Drifting into the past —being no longer certain or sure (Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

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parker-vance

Feb 22, 2021

Feb 22, 2021 at 11:53 AM UTC

kurt-philip-behm

Prisoner Of Time

Drifting into the past, tomorrow slipped further away Drifting into the past, my writing had little to say Drifting into the past, the moments became moments no more Drifting into the past —being no longer certain or sure (Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

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I know a scared God (I've seen a scared God) A living-way-up-there God Slumped outside our orbit of violence We're wishing you just cared God Upside while I'm downtown screaming: YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T FAIR GOD You're hiding up in nitrous heavens A help-only-if-you-dare God As our sins slip into the water supply You've given us nothing to bathe in God These California fires; these 2 a.m. stabbings All this suffering isn't rare God With nothing else to live up to I guess we have to wear god.

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Feb 22, 2021

Feb 22, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC

parker-vance

God's ghazal

I know a scared God (I've seen a scared God) A living-way-up-there God Slumped outside our orbit of violence We're wishing you just cared God Upside while I'm downtown screaming: YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T FAIR GOD You're hiding up in nitrous heavens A help-only-if-you-dare God As our sins slip into the water supply You've given us nothing to bathe in God These California fires; these 2 a.m. stabbings All this suffering isn't rare God With nothing else to live up to I guess we have to wear god.

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The mechanism of my body is ticking away the moments: clinical seconds, dehydrated hours, years washed too clean. The orbit of my ribs makes its rounds with momentous clicking felt as a ripple- a forte into seizure. There's something industrial in the alignment of these organs: A factory of ventricles straining against the assembly line. I'm a blood clock, tragic motor; I'm an organism too mechanical to hold. With a liver like a coal burner and lungs to expel the smoke, how can I find a way back to being human.

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Feb 22, 2021

Feb 22, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC

parker-vance

Back to Human

The mechanism of my body is ticking away the moments: clinical seconds, dehydrated hours, years washed too clean. The orbit of my ribs makes its rounds with momentous clicking felt as a ripple- a forte into seizure. There's something industrial in the alignment of these organs: A factory of ventricles straining against the assembly line. I'm a blood clock, tragic motor; I'm an organism too mechanical to hold. With a liver like a coal burner and lungs to expel the smoke, how can I find a way back to being human.

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