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 Dec 2012 Marigold
dj
12:03
 Dec 2012 Marigold
dj
I put the pens
the
"holiday"
flavored jujube's
and a jug of milk
onto the
conveyor

apparently at this time
that's odd.
 Dec 2012 Marigold
dj
Nausea
 Dec 2012 Marigold
dj
A whipping disorientation
whallops me like a
cicada falling out of a tree
Slight at first, but disgust
upon realization that
I don't
know what
I'm doing.

Where what
Oh god
It is beyond sick
thinking about college again
 Dec 2012 Marigold
DM Pierce
I was alone, yesterday,
     When I began to dissolve.
It didn't hurt at all,
     Except in an abstract sort of way.


The mirror showed cold bone-
     Clean white where skin should be.
A crimson static filled our home,
     And an achy resonance filled me.


In my ocean of dissolution,
     Breaking down for absolution,
I cry not for me,
     but you;
For the burden of carrying not one heart,
     but two.


I felt so vivid as I bled to the sky.
          Scattered to brilliant blue stars, never to die,
I'll be the leaves that fall, the birds that fly by.
              In the next life, when we meet, we'll retry,
          And I'll be better, I promise,
     Because I love you,
          More than anything.
Nothing was your fault.





*Critiques are very much appreciated.
 Dec 2012 Marigold
DM Pierce
No ceilings here; the pure high air is sweet,
Gently drifting over a crimson stream,
Lips meet neck above a sea of concrete,
Sailing soft and smooth through valleys of cream.

Secondhand shine might make the best street light,
And beyond her shoulders, stars seem lit gems.
But do I dream if all fades with the night?
Arrogance takes the heart and leaves the limbs.

For the head grows wiser when it's alone,
And deprived eyes see lies on lips like crumbs.
I hope to split open her heart, that stone,
Live there and be the broken song she hums.

I can see her now: stung lips, legs like May,
Dusk in her eyes, "Love me like this" she'll say.
 Dec 2012 Marigold
DieingEmbers
She wakes the flowers from their beds,
washing with dew their sleepy heads.
She paints their petals fresh and new,
with crimson reds and azure blue.
The bumble bees and butterflies,
from perfumed flowers soft arise.
Taking to wing the gentleness,
of all her love and tenderness.
For my friend Marian as promised
 Dec 2012 Marigold
DM Pierce
I'll follow you, darling,
I'll follow wherever you may lead.
Until the sky burns green and
And we've seen trees grow legs,
Just to fall to their snapping knees.


I'll follow you, darling, I'll follow you,
My heart is locked to yours.
Attached by a weighty chain,
That runs under my criss-cross scarred
Paper skin like iron-link veins,
A spiderweb of rust that aches on rainy days.


I'll follow you, darling,
If you'll but do the same.
If I were to leave your side,
Would you call my name?
When you noticed me not existing next to you
Would you feel anything?


More than us, I want you to just
Please, feel something.
Nothing amazing, but hey, it's something.
 Dec 2012 Marigold
Jeremy Duff
I hung mistletoe
I heard you were in town
visiting your parents,
or something.
I cleaned my house
and I shaved
and I bought three packs of cigarettes.
I sat in my room,
by the phone,
smoking cigarettes,
waiting for you to call.
Finally,
4 packs,
and two days later you did
and I picked up
before the first ring ended.
And the second I heard your voice say "hello"
I hung up.
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