#morse
*Calling all,
This is our last cry before
eternal
silence.*
In the quiet spaces between waves
the last vestiges of humanity sink,
dots, bubbles bursting in sea foam
fragile as mermaids' souls,
dashes, innumerable shafts of sun on water
Cascading to the sea floor.
Cast the net of time wider
The final chorus of lost comrades
fervent tapping of fingertips
Lingering in the swells.
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Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 1:13 PM UTC
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
.i don’t know where to begin
.how it began
.how it ended
.all i know is that i am here
.here right now. and that is all that matters.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 8:12 AM UTC
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
J'observe depuis mon télescope
Au-delà des nuages
Ta photo qui sautille
Et je suis les courbes, les points et les lignes
Et je trace des figures imaginaires
Les constellations
Et soudain tu apparais
Endimanchée
Pénitente
Ultra Violette
Souriante
Entre deux ciels
Tu me fais signe
Et m'invites à danser
Et je te suis comme ton ombre
Je retiens mon souffle
Je plonge dans le mandala
De ton champ de Cinabre
Je viens à tes côtés
Je m'ancre à tes eaux
Je suis ton lama, ton gourou
Et toi tu es ma parèdre, ma bouddha
Ma dakini souveraine
et je te déshabille en dansant
Et je déboutonne une après l 'autre
Les étoiles couleur aubergine
Qui composent ta constellation.
C 'est une constellation disparue
Que seul moi puis voir.
Il m'arrive à l 'oeil nu de t'apercevoir
Au détour d'un rêve comme en cet instant précis
Et la musique résonne si forte dans l 'espace
Je vois tes lèvres bouger mais je n 'entends rien
Mais soudain tes yeux hurlent
et tu me clignes ton nom en morse :
dash dot dash dot
dash dash dash
dash dot dash dash
dash dash dash
dash
dot
C, une longue, une brève, une longue, une brève
O, trois longues
Y, une longue, une brève, deux longues
O, trois longues
T, une longue
E, une brève.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
JE VOIS QUE TU SALIVES.
TU AS ENVIE DE MOI ?
SERS-TOI DONC !
PRENDS-MOI COMME TU VEUX !
PRENDS TOUT CE QUE TU VEUX !
ETIRE-MOI, CARESSE-MOI, BRANLE-MOI
VIDE-MOI, LECHE-MOI
AVALE-MOI
MA SEMENCE A LE GOUT DE VIOLETTE
IMMORTELLE
ET SI TU VEUX
METS-EN QUELQUES PERLES DANS UNE FIOLE
ET METS-LA AU CREUX DE TES HANCHES
POUR TE DEPANNER AU BESOIN
SI UNE PETITE SOIF VENAIT A SE FAIRE SENTIR
ET QUE JE NE SERAIS PAS LA POUR TE SERVIR
DU PRODUCTEUR AU CONSOMMATEUR.
HONORE-MOI DE TA JOUISSANCE
MOI JE RETIENS MON JUS DE JADE POUR TOI
IL NE FAUT PAS GASPILLER CETTE MANNE EN VAIN
ELLE EST A TOI
N'EN PERDS PAS UNE GOUTTE
ET MEME SI CHAQUE GOUTTE QUI GICLE
ME RAPPROCHE DE LA MORT
C'EST AVEC JOIE ET DELICE QUE JE MEURS
INELUCTABLE
CHAQUE FOIS DANS TA BOUCHE
ET QUE JE BANDE ET DEBANDE
SOUS LES ASSAUTS DES POINTS ET DES TIRETS DE TA LANGUE
QUI ME DECODE ET ME DEGUSTE EN MORSE.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
My heart beats to you in morse.
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
nqxg aqw.
dozdbv, dozdbv.
cqxdpq vh cqaxjc rb yrwlqnm bqdc,
qdt y sqd'j iqo q vksaydw jxydw.
xnt bntkcm's gdzq ld, zmxvzxr.
lgg dgkl af qgmj gof zwsv,
dtz'aj fqbfdx iwjfry ytt rzhm ktw dtzw tbs ltti.
pdbeh brx'uh guhdplqj ri ph.
zrxogq'w wkdw eh lurqlf.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
I have been
studying
the language of thuds
till a sailor
heard my heart
and deciphered
its tone
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
S.O.S.
we're in distress
require immediate assistance.
Come quick as you can
tell your captain, Old Man
and pardon my insistence.
We're sinking fast
our ship won't last
despite our best resistance.
But as long as she floats
get ready your boats
to salvage our existence.
C.Q.D.
please talk to me
as it is, we aren't left much persistence.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
11000000000010100000110010110001100000000111001000000011001110
I have tought myself to morse
So I can speak in codes when you won't listen
Because I you did not endorse
So clearly us it isn't
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Not enough breath to breathe anymore,
Not enough strength to heave anymore.
Retching that thing into the sink,
Wretched call on the telegraph-
Morse code rapping and tapping upon the sink.
Pounding away at muscle and vet,
Unbelief in the idea of death-
Slowly rests as a crown on head.
Hard-line in a closing stall
Best of all- sold out, capital fall
Production has ended on all accounts,
A poison fountain now springs out.
And as the sickness becomes-
Both a synonym for you; and for disturbed
Spile: not mild ash within
Spills over: magma dharma
Pray it will end.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
when her ocean sounds
rang the pallid chandelier
i felt my blood cook
and disappear
the pool-house hummed
in the veil of night
i wanted to speak with her
beneath a canopy of lights
i miss her bathroom floor
(the meadow of clothing)
buried like carthage salt
and the hymns she half-sings
into thin air
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
My biggest fear
is that I will someday be 61
looking back on my life
as an imposter in a body
I don’t own
that I won’t
have stretched the skin and
scarred the cracks
or let the sun into my retina
I fear I won’t have drunk from life
as one drinks from a waterfall
part of a beautiful cosmic rushing
that only exists to **** you.
I read the numbers on headstones
and count the warning
that my life exists as a dash.
I have pocked my face with dots
so I’ll exist as morse code after
I’m gone
so that the synapses in my
alwaysthelightson brain
will sink into the soil as static
and evaporate into the sky
where I’ll live as lightning,
striking the tall boreal pines.
I read thunderstorms
to speak to the dead,
offering prayers of roots
and bloodshot eyes.
I can hear what
they’ve been telling me
all along
deep in my nerves
we’re not alone
and
we’ll be ok.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
Some girls have flowers in their hair.
Some have forests.
Some girls keep their head under water their whole life
Refusing to face the sky,
Closing the curtains, and telling the sun they are not interested.
Not today.
Some girls have heart beats like morse code.
But you won't get the message unless you're close enough.
Some girls wish on stars that only stare back,
Some stare at the blinding moon until it's beams shoot out their fingertips
Brighter than city lights.
Some girls have mouths full of gunpowder.
Their "i love you"s will leave you breathless, wondering whether you enlisted or were drafted into this war.
Some girls have eyes like pesky fireflies you will try to put in a jar for when it gets cold.
They will fly too far out of your reach.
Some girls have eyes like swimming pools, and you will bravely cannonball into their depths.
Some girls have flowers in their hair.
Some have forests.
You have wondered too far past the garden's gate.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC