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 Jan 2012 Kiagen McGinnis
JL
Since you said goodmorning
My day has been tip-top
Birds shine so much brighter
The sun dives and sings
In the belly of the sky
Afternoon waves its delicate hand
We greet blowing dandelion kisses
Little pieces of beauty scattered all about
Your words, darling, are one thing
Your silence is another entirely

Sunset tore the sky
Like tissue paper
"Hey what's up honey?"
"Cat got your tongue?"
So you turned your eyes
Towards me
- broke a little smile
It's the only thing more perfect
Than the mountains and the sky
Lost among the boughs
Your laughing turned to echoes
Breathing in the sound*of dawn, which is they say, the darkest part of the night
What about the night? The dark of your pupils is far more
Entrancing.
''What do you see?''
''Everything,
nothing.''
Kiagen's magical words are in italics
While Blanket's remain...normal
 Jan 2012 Kiagen McGinnis
Quinn
i sat on my roof and screamed,
i'm gonna revolutionize this
******* world if it kills me

and my neighbors all turned
and stared, interrupted from
mowing their lawns, washing
their cars, teaching their sons
to play catch, and daughters
to go fetch their morning papers

they quickly turned away at
the realization that it was just that
crazy neighbor girl who hasn't
done **** with her four year
degree, but create a fortress
in which she hides day after day

they smell that stanky marijuana
pluming out of her window
and watch her stumble home, drunk,
listening to her sing along to the music
that the devil has surely put on this
earth to corrupt good catholics,
like the one she once was

and they shake their heads and
hold tight to their son's shoulders
and even tighter to their daughter's
hands, because maybe, just maybe
if they hold on tight enough they'll
always be dumb enough to withstand

because the masses are the winners
and this is the spoiler,
we're being taken over by cookie cutting
stepford wannabe *******,
and they're gonna ruin the world
 Jan 2012 Kiagen McGinnis
JL
Feeling fine
Like a paper cup full of ice
An inter-dimensional(being)
Laughing
Or
Agreeing
Take off your disguise,
Beautiful
Let me see those pearly-eyes
Ruby lips
Diamond cheek bones
May I kiss?
May I sit?
Another cup of tea
Cross legged
And leaning
I feel like I'm dreaming
As you play your harpsicord
For no reason at all
You play with the treble
Line to line
Perfect pretty rhytm
Dancing in time
The melody of your thin dress
And the shape it reveals
May I have a kiss?
The summer of smell
On your perfume
The jump of your eyes
Are a dancing big-a-loo
The spark of your fingers
A flash electric blue
You dripped in the light
The teeth of your smile
The color of white
But no
I cannot stay
With summer here
It's time to play
If your mother says you can't come out
I'll stand outside
I'll scream
I'll shout
Over radios
And t.v screens
Shooting cap pistols
At everything
Because last night I had a dream
You called on the phone
I hear  your  whisper
On the reciever
You're a believer
Dream breather
 Jan 2012 Kiagen McGinnis
JL
Lost in the sea
Just  a  cup of tea
A desert of carpet  
It was so hard not to look up your skirt
 Jan 2012 Kiagen McGinnis
JL
I woke up this morning
And made coffee and got in the car
I drove half-way to work when I saw that same
God ****** Jesus Loves You billboard on 95
I turned around and went back to fish in the inlet
I spent the rest of the day smoking my grandpas pipe
And cutting my fingers with a pocket knife
I hope I get fired
 Jan 2012 Kiagen McGinnis
Mimi
It’s three am.
Or actually 2:58, right exactly now.
Sitting in bed with my cup of mac and cheese
I made in the microwave
and woke up my roommate,
because if I’m getting sexiled until 2 anyhow,
I’ll make some ******* mac and cheese.
Blowing on my plastic fork
listening to Bon Iver sing about his skinny love.

That’s something that’s been concerning me lately,
Skinny love.
But I’m eating anyway.
Because rolling on the black top of the playground
(dark and secret, with just enough irony)
with a newly blue-eyed boy
made me hungry.
 Jan 2012 Kiagen McGinnis
JL
I'm tired
rundown
this poem isn't worth the paper it was printed on
I don't care if you like it
I don't
ill read it tommorow when I wake up
Sober again
**** that was so stupid
I cant believe I wrote that
it was so stupid how some lines were written out really really long and others are just one
word
Im tired of having cottonmouth
And walking around with bullets under my skin
Scratch my tattooed skin with your ***** black fingernails
I will only wake up
go to work
come home
And get drunk again
Then we can all get drunk and high together on the weekend
I have a serious problem
With shooting into crowds of innocent people
Or keeping my mouth shut when I know better
I would rather lie here and listen to the rain fall on the roof
than think at all
Im burning out already
picking through layers of *******
reading book after book
Written by people who have wondered the same thing I do
Who the **** am I? What am I doing here?
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