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 Dec 2014 Daniel Magner
Makiya
there are pocket s
of time  we use
to crawl inside one another, sleep like we would
have never known the difference, before       /after

& our excuse is
the skin of our hands meeting that of our thighs and
we are all at once a giant        sigh, together

we come, beautiful,
in the moment s like this,

we shift,

like this
like this
i stay awake late
contempleting the possibility of decoding the illustrative lyrics
      spoken between my head and my heart

my wheels keep turnin' circles

     still
it's a start
 Dec 2014 Daniel Magner
bambi
goblin
 Dec 2014 Daniel Magner
bambi
For centuries
my weary soul's
been swallowin' grey-faced spirits whole.

But the porcelain broke
between the lips
I feel dusky fingertips.

I have short moments,
one brief farewell
before I place my sins in hell.

Stranger please--
lend me your ear,
I've become what I most fear.

I know there's no
such thing as ghosts
but I have seen the demon host.
 Dec 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
sext
 Dec 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
this morning i noticed
in my bathroom mirror,
five small bruises on my left hip,
each one a galaxy of its own:
purple freckles over
black space,
navy blue swirls
under yellow stars...
and i thought
how pleasant of a human
i'd be
if you would
paint them
with your finger tips
each night
so that they never fade..
so that i never have to face
a day without feeling like
i have shooting stars
and comets beneath my skin
 Dec 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
2014 started with
Brett's car breaking
down on I-25, 45 minutes
before new years, and me,
giving the bird to everyone
on the shoulder of the exit
ramp, mad that Joe ditched
us to smoke, (but we didn't
know you'd be so hurt)
(I almost kissed you)
(then told you)
and April was barely
a thought, February a
single sentence, a moment
of silence for the love I still
had for you drowned in 8oz
of milk and espresso
straight into October,
November, December
there's still no tree but
this house couldn't
feel any less empty
nobody notices but
I've tied my anchors
to the construct of
time and we're
weighed in at
6pm, stopped
the clock like
a Havisham
where do I
begin, where
do I begin?
(c) Brooke Otto
they've been sitting here since the night Christ died
     sharing stale conversation
     and lukewarm beer
Shoutout to my favorite pub-house, the park lounge. to the old-timers who keep me company, and the ladies who never let my cup run dry. I love you guys.
 Dec 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
Biophotonics.

The study of living things
emitting light. Every few
months I take a salt scrub
to my skin and will myself
to believe that beneath all
the blood vessels I have to
be something m o r e  and
studies suggest that I can
be. That with an intensity
1/1000 w e a k e r than the
sensitivity of the human
eyes, I am glowing. Like
a jellyfish, someone
said.  So for a moment
I saw myself deep in
between the different
waters where the
u n d i s c o v e r e d
sleep and hide and feel
the floors that no one has
seen, a light so faint in the
ocean so black that you could
see me from miles, miles, miles
out.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
might pick this one up later.




http://www.livescience.com/7799-strange-humans-glow-visible-light.html
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