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 Oct 2011 Day
david badgerow
i have
******* in my pocket
                    i have
tricks up my
                    sleeves
i'm not asking you for much
just for you to simply
                     breathe
                     and breed
see, this is what i
                     need need need
kiss my mouth
and bite my chest
my cries of pain do not
                     heed heed heed
for they are cries of pleasure
                     yes, oh yes indeed

                     i have
the truth hidden inside a locket
                     i have
a naked picture of you
 Oct 2011 Day
Madeline
girls and red roses
in grotesque poses
within the covers of him

flashing red lips and baby blue eyes
wolfishly at his whim

and there's nothing to them, i'm afraid,
but the blood-white dresses they're in.
 Oct 2011 Day
Bruised Orange
and here it comes again,
the cold winter chill
darkness falls and icy
fingers are never far from me

feel the crack of breaking,
the aching of my need
taste the bitter sweetness
that makes the poet bleed

the rain sheets upon my window,
drives away my joy
breaking aching tasting
the loneliness of need
 Oct 2011 Day
Maia Chisholm
Remnants
  of a plastic world
    haphazardly dropped
      in the duff of pinecones and bracken
        litter this redwood path.

Our thoughtless leavings -
  shiny mylar strings
    and red straws -
      must sadden the bluejays
         watching from hidden branches.
Santa Cruz Mountain walk, May, 2011
 Oct 2011 Day
Louise Glück
The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.
 Oct 2011 Day
A L Davies
shifty-eyed sundays/summer smiles.
green backyards child-full,
meat eaters meat-eating,
bellies & throats conversation/food-filled.
young families flocking fawn-eyed to communion barbeques,
sweaty raspings/of feeding minds;
living-room, reading-room, lessons & phonics
shortwinded swindlings at tables of breakfast (equal portions)
---sub-divided.

categories..elements
systems of classifying,
lessons limping/near succeeding.
trekking inglorious [tired] track laps---round laps of track,
tried feet feet-walking
sleep-talking
waking, taking rests.
@ intervals,
(splashes of time) clock/clock-time.

sleep, repose, health profits;
restless prophets. word-of-mouth.
strange tongues, th'creaking of breaths,
classical forebodings---brow beating, war breeding.
wrist flickings/blurred strokes

markings/carvings---letters/numb3rs,
communicating---language speaking.
(overhearing.)
positive consensus
> press play.

un-buttoning buttons
soirée is overfinished, overture.
shirts come up/over/off---
bath's running---taps run-running,
clippings clipped from papers,
---snip-snipping.
crashing/slicing blades of scissors,
point-on-point.
television evening sign-off/lights off.
interestingopenwindowenergy,
an elegy..
under_scored.
wrote this a few years back on the 1933 underwood, was playing around with a coupla things:
1) how much punctuation i could include in the piece without detracting from the flow and keeping the pace i desired,
and 2) trying to write a performance piece as suggested by good old Erin from the karma marketplace.

any thoughts? i'd love to hear 'em if you have a couple..
 Oct 2011 Day
Der Ganzumsonst
Feelings are vibrations
Purring and winding,
Snapping with a scream
And if you listen closely
You can hear that
Indecision is silent, soft
And only different from loneliness
By its fatality.
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