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 Dec 2014 bucky
oh no
i'm cutting the necklines out of my t-shirts
in the middle of the night i'll snap fingers in my teeth
i can live with bad feelings (we all do) i can live
with busted knees
my floors are water and cover ups. i can live
with missing teeth
there have been worse things in my hands i'm cutting tape right off my skin
(I FEEL LIKE HELL OH MY GOD)
we all do
i can live with bad feelings we can live
through bad dreams
this is the time when we all sit down. cut war wounds down our jeans
you bring the heat and i'll think how much worse i used to be
(we all were)
 Dec 2014 bucky
david badgerow
when you asked me about certainty
and if my mind was a tree
rooted in cement and truth
i was on my unaccustomed knees
blinking into a sunbeam's architecture when
the brilliant wind brought you to me
to cure me with the miracle touch
i was alone by a window dreaming through glass
you bent toward me in a mile wide sky
a butterfly with a skinny voice
or an adorable tomato in a retail uniform
before that i only knew the clouds
as bears wrapped in pastel baby-blankets
before i first kissed you in the street
i knew the sunset as a drop of fire
in a barrel of whiskey and
suddenly your eyes like a deep pool in a forest
seeking out my past with the molecular traces
of your fingers across my abdomen
mandalas blooming out of our palms
only touching at the fingers
as flames from mosquito torches filled
the round coral faces of my gauges
with apricot light
 Dec 2014 bucky
oh no
ex.on.er.ate
 Dec 2014 bucky
oh no
walk me around the stone-carved garden
drag my body in the dirt
(am i scaring you yet,
sweetheart?
are you gonna **** me yet?)
whip me how you want, i'll fight
i'm vicious (i don't mean it
god knows i am out of my control)
am i scaring you yet,
sweetheart?
(you know me, i don't mean it)
see see I told u I was sick
 Nov 2014 bucky
Avery Greensmith
you wear a band aid over a paper cut,
and then laugh when you hear that this
country was built on blood.
and now the blood is overflowing onto
the streets,
but the people have had enough.
while they're out there trying
to stop their kids from drowning
in blood,
you're in here laughing, and
spewing some philosophical ****
about how violence isn't the answer.
but please come talk to me
when our children are dying in
the streets (but they won't.
me and you both know that so
just accept that this is wrong
and that the world is like an immune system.
it gets rid of the things that
make it sick.)
you and your oppressive arguments
make me sick so go look
outside,
go look at the people drowning in
blood and tell me
why you need that band aid for your
paper cut.
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