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B E Cults Feb 2021
"I said, there is home."
to nobody.
different names never changed
a **** thing.
we could see no people
to/who/that learn how idle
doesn't mean "still".
they've made a god of progress;
progress is toothpaste in a sink.

who couldve sown those ideas
together had they not been
all blinking buzzing neon sign
in the window of the page?

probably quite alot of folks
had they not been so busy
wiping dried blue Colgate off
of porcelain.

simple, remember?

so it goes.
always.
dosey doe down long hallways,
around puddles of ****,
singing songs long faded
to ambient noise.
please, mumble a myth for the void to posion.
the void in your avoidance.
the void in the poignancy.
the void on the points of stolen steak knives stuck in the hearts of the strigoi
shuffling outside our windows
day and night.

drip gold from the mouths of memorial statues,
we need that.
badly.
I cut up to make new connections in MY network of association. anytime there is rigidity it means that's how the words were on the page.  if you enjoy this aimlessness then you are blood of my blood. the majority dont get it because they think something is here to "get". this is the 3rd cut ive posted here that came from Faulkner's Light In August. I cant stand Faulkner. so I vandalize his work. hate me. I love it. I love all of you.
Mike A Eyslee Feb 2020
You see it hears like rain that never stops pounding Light out the tires on sleching ground step stop skip to the next Light tires of holding the umbrella to rain on see gray dark squares shining yellow and my eyes my eyelashes my eye-irises are now cold gales of hair my eyes smart to Light tires on the ground lay shadow rain daps head my hair tires of the wind Light stroke of metal lines the tree tangles my eye my hair in my tongue daps of Light on road tires which looks and hears and smells and feels and licks like rain you see.
been reading "The Sound and the Fury" as of lately. tried to go for some on-crack (or as some may say, faulkneresque) stream of consciousness.
Martin Bailes Feb 2017
Flem went to Washington
riding the tattered coat-tails
of those high-falutin’
swamp-drainers,
who offered him work,
Treasury Department,
carried 51-50
Pence tie-breaking,
by golly yes.

Mink tagged along
surprising the clan
with his tact
& diplomacy
best behavior
and all …
Health &
Human Services
became his.

Ike wasn’t to be
left out,
just rollin’ on
in there,
all a tootin’
& a hollerin’
… Department
of the Interior,
by sheer force
of charm.

Launcelot,
oh Launcelot!
high hopes
had Launcelot,
but he settled
for Ambassador
to China,
loving the food,
& the old wall,
& all.
I.O. …
son *****
I.O. …
Well he gained
immediate traction,
and just
a bamboozled
his way to
Secretary of Agriculture,
mighty proud
he was too,

Eula,
poor Eula,
well along she rode
guarding the
pots and pans
and milk crates
stacked in the back
of the old jalopy,
& carefully took
a simple pride
in White House
decorating.

Flem had some boys
come around
first day
& made some
handshakes on the
best paintings,
so there was
plenty of
wall space
for Eula
to work with,

oh lord yes
the family
had arrived.
she departed forever*
never looked back
never came back
lit up like a phoenix August forest
perished in blazes of passionate hope
she departed forever
to lands unknown and roads untravelled
left behind her innocence lost and youth gone by
never looked back
never came back
Inspired by William Faulkner - Light in August
tian Aug 2014
Today is a significant day, the day I come near
Celebrate! To shout hooray, you go smile my dear
Different paths collide in one way, by the ink of that spear
As time flies, I intended to stay, to help you conquer that fear.
It's about the day I met this girl. :) Nostalgia, a past in the present which will lead to future.

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