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Mar 28 matt r

E. E. Cummings

into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness,friends

i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight

i smilingly
glide. I
into the big vermilion departure
swim,sayingly;

(Do you think?)the
i do,world
is probably made
of roses & hello:

(of solongs and,ashes)

Mar 25 matt r

an unsent valentines.................

Mar 25 matt r

neth jones

an unsent valentines.................

...love is hunter sick nerves you enter dream love is puncture it is green with life lush and suffering and kitchen frot and menial wreck and the reburn of childhood excite a spell and sale of a mental thing and incompletely rheumy-tunes...

#short #brevity #valentines #unsent #february #love #rant #heart

Mar 25 matt r

The Last Time I Fell to My Knees

Mar 25 matt r

Nat Lipstadt

The Last Time I Fell to My Knees

I asked a woman to change her curls to forever straight,
and offered $50,000 (a sum on my mind that day after a
rough day trading), to maintain said style in perpetuity

she has accomodated me now for over a decade+, but
every every, every now and every then, She pulls me
closer than close, whispers 50K~ok!, and hits me with a
hip swaying pow, her physio~verbal cueball reminder,
that poets must always pay their debts, and even forever
too,
has its poetic limitations

#lipstadt

Mar 25 matt r

noise complaints

Mar 25 matt r

Nat Lipstadt

noise complaints

The number of noise complaints in the City of New York exceeded 750,000.
<•>

that
does not
include the
shrieks and screams of the
unfriended,, unloved, overwhelmed sad l~onelys
that
have the courtesy
uncommon
to add
their cries of the heart
that are best stated, sung &
satiated & sated

s i l e n t ly

#lipstadt #noise #complaints

Mar 24 matt r

c h i t . . . . . . . . . .

Mar 24 matt r

neth jones

c h i t . . . . . . . . . .

i've bin wilting in the wings of half life
some kind of tinsel of decay
making chattering bids for attendance         but lack and fail
pimpling   and then deflating

    tiny chasms visit me
chittering little wheezy ******* of creativity  spazzing
and then weary organisms spatter on the micro lens
gutted    they were shoddily made    they're to be  examined
                   (after all that genetics..... what did go wrong ?)
a probing at discussion and decisions
tend    now     to a humiliating life
then  a step up   ; a weak and easy one
    followed by     ambition !         one to lift and give life
reactors in the gut with macerated heavings gunged our way
incisors and incisions rudder me
and  together with my nouveau umbrella family
betrayed from our hammocks, hummocks and  nooks
we queue on up   for 'the things'
           in accord    with good society
self reprimanded   in defeat ?

#lifeline #life #society #depression #role #expectations #quashed #family #creativity #loss

Mar 24 matt r

I Have Loved,Let Us See If That’s All

Mar 24 matt r

E. E. Cummings

I Have Loved,Let Us See If That’s All

i have loved,let us see if that’s all.
Bit into you as teeth,in the stone
of a musical fruit.  My lips pleasantly groan
on your taste.  Jumped the quick wall

of your smile into stupid gardens
if this were not enough(not really enough
pulled one before one the vague tough

exquisite

              flowers, whom hardens
richly, darkness. On the whole
possibly have i loved….?you)
                                    sheath before sheath

stripped to the Odour.  (and here’s what WhoEver will know
Had you as bite teeth;
i stood with you as a foal

stands but as the trees,lay,which grow

Mar 24 matt r

Tumbling-Hair

Mar 24 matt r

E. E. Cummings

Tumbling-Hair

Tumbling-hair
              picker of buttercups
                                   violets
dandelions
And the big bullying daisies
                             through the field wonderful
with eyes a little sorry
Another comes
              also picking flowers

Mar 15 matt r

fishbones

Mar 15 matt r

Pablo Picasso

fishbones

bleached
beneath
a 10 kilowatt
moon
anticipating
geometry
the smell
of soap
that same
instant
calling into
question
bisexuality
without flesh
or
the vibration
of blood