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 Dec 2011 Brandon C Williams
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Thank you

I liked it
(75% of the time)
Caught up in the drug-like feelings of lust
You reminded me
That I am desirable

So **** me

And let me know that

I

AM

NOT

FAT


... even though the feeling never lasts

And be there
Every time I need my fix
Because
I need my fix

But don't love me
I can't
love you back

Years of
'You'll never be good enough'
And
'You are so ugly'
Along with unwelcome touches
From men twice my age
Has left me broken
Far beyond repair

Confused
Because he said he loved me
But proceeded to beat me until

I

couldn't

move


So don't love me
I don't know how
to love you back

And please don't hate me
For sneaking out while you're asleep
Because I wouldn't be able to handle
You sneaking out before I wake up

I'm sorry

But
If there's a slight chance
That you might actually care
about
ME

Just...
stay

I can't give you much
But
I promise

I will
*******

Every

Single

Chance

I

Get
In the greater oyster world
All the children eventually grew old
The windmills ran down
The fields went back to clover
The stones kept all their secrets
Waterways forgot their courses
The sundials were covered with moss
And time eventually stretched out
To touch the edge of infinity.
With weary frankness I lean into
Evenings diffident shadows,
Wavering hues, grays and blues
Peering between the cloistered stars:
Endless dream I forgot how to navigate
Encompassing moments built by tidal movements
And sudden divisions between orbital shells
Inertial havoc starts the blood rushing
The world's a quagmire of uninhabited space
With lonely islands of pulsating matter
Suns unnumbered, rippling the waves collapse
Take all my heartbeats too, that as I languish,
The resonance might start another avalanche
The fiery, seeding vacuum of dawns early light,
That old magician's hat trick.
But be merciful to me, centrifugal womb of time;
Both the product and the witness
The sum of the totality only here, only this, only now-
This forever world, always just on the brink
Of breaking into a hundred thousand new worlds,
From insignificance multiplied
Far beyond any meaningful purpose:
For nobody controls even one solitary particle down here.
Masturbatory poetry doesn't get anyone else off
Doesn't lead to pregnancy or abortion
Isn't about love or deep human emotions;
It's rather mechanical, and can go on for a long time-
Rather pointlessly,
And it's embarrassing
To be caught indulging in it, needlessly
When you've already done five pieces today
Maybe you should just give that hand a rest?
Masturbatory poetry can cause quite a mess.
I disgust myself
This weakness I have for it all
For meaning, for connection,
For the Great Him
The need to constantly be keyed
Up and into words bigger than me
My hormones are more than happy to oblige
And the not so subtle subterfuge
Sucker that I am
Aware but still hopeless
But I eat every last morsel
Cut small to fit my childish mouth
A mouth that can do Very Mature Things
A mouth that can honestly lie to herself
*****, please.
Their winter shadows, shrouded
Frozen freak statues
Part milk; a ****** virtual vision void

Snow Queen--bone fiend
My mother is beautiful
Her skin like blue wax
And grey ash
She sings a deep sleep
Singing though an aching forest

It's a riddle, you know
O, with my mind blanking out
So cold...sunlight dims
My bare limbs...I white out

....air so still...
Am
I
dead?
A museum relic laid open, pinned down

Eternity is a real thing
And Mother is a snow fiend.

The powdered white dream of me--
Somewhere, there is a tree crying
It's overgrown with crystal
(and frozen things shatter)

True time surges in:
A storm mauling everything
True time purges it--
All chaos, all icy knives
And wind-driven mist
Demon kissed paradise

My body is salted with pain
My body bathed in acid rain
Naked
Trembling
Cold stone
All alone

I am the woman of the iron lake
I awake, raw under a bitter sky
The moon is a still life tonight
Caught in an iron tree
Like a pearl of jealousy
1995-ish
The wren to the falcon and the falcon to the man
Dashed my pain on the rocks of no man’s land
Sighs the sea to the siren, “never leave my grasp”
Sings the siren to the land, “you are much too vast”
Says the sailor to the moon, “we will never be”
Sends the sailor to the sea: the siren singing softly
So the siren saves the sailor from the love of the land
In a struggle at the surface swelling storm
Brings him to the bottom of the sea
Singing eternally.

So the land and the sky, they will never see
Nor the wren and the falcon, will they ever be
Like the moon and the sun are sworn together
Yet will never touch the light and the warmth and the
Love
Of the earth.
The earth will spin, the wren will sing,
The falcon will soar, and the moon will sink.
Hear me write of a gale with a pen that I hate
While I wish so bad that at land you will wait
Having heard my scrawl vibrate within your heart
And seen my fires in the dark
And followed them home.

Hear me write with love from within this gale
As I stand on the brink of the gates of hell
And I know that you think that I hate so well
But I can promise you a world of insanity,
A swirl of calamity, a girl…you are more to me
Than just a passing stranger, or the hope to
Have a family.

So sing for me and sing for us and
Sing for them that are deserved
For your voice and your lyrics,
Your mind and your heart,
Are perfectly imperfect.
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