Taru Marcellus

Taru Marcellus Jun 2014

man in all his glory:
flaccid

Taru Marcellus Jun 2014

*** for me!* I shout
She flashes her pearly whites
the brightest smile I've ever seen
(She likes it when I talk *****)
gets wet off it     ...     soaking
                                               the streets
                                      flooded in every nook
rivers gorging car tires
     thunderstorms are our communion

*** for me! I shout
and She moans like a god   ...   boisterous
my legs pump faster now
Her cries are electric
   I can't help but feel the jolt

louder baby
She indulges
and I come
                    full stop at the corner of Broadway & Covert

one day...
              She will tire of my obscenities
  all my ~*******'s~
in a final flash She will smite me
and when I reach home
  He will be at the gate
crooked finger a compass pointing to hell
*** for me I will cry
reverent in nostalgia
I will have played the game past the final quarter
still taunting His existence

but I'll smile
content in knowing
that every action has a consequence
content in knowing
  that I learned that pre-god
   pre-conservation of energy
content in knowing
    that life taught me to run in thunderstorms
and the first time I shouted back
I felt enough energy to risk hell for it

There's a blend of two distinct and loosely related ideas in this one

#god #thunderstorms

Taru Marcellus Jun 2014

Internal Conflict (10w)

Sniffing magic from a Pokemon cartridge can be so fun

I witnessed people snorting coke off a game boy ds tonight....I did not partake

Taru Marcellus Jun 2014

Just the Right Frame

art is what we made that night
the moon clinging to your ceiling
mediating between crescent and full
shadows
splayed around our shoulders
release was the sheets tossed aside
the emptiness of your loft
seemingly brimming
there was no headboard from which to shake the dust
but we sounded through
moaning between sepias
sweating between echoes

I would love to capture you someday
to remove these moments from the dark room
and add them to a collection
as something to truly admire

This first line pleaded for me to write but unsure how I feel about the result

Taru Marcellus Jun 2014

Love Always (Perks of Being a Wallflower Tribute)

Love Always
the tunnel
the end of it all
bursting through like shrapnel
the city lights singing the perfect song
as the wind snaps along

Love Always
the Glory Days
and the songs that capture them
and the stages that make them
and the plays on the field
that will be played and replayed for a lifetime

Love Always
the island of misfit toys
where bubbles cause as much awe
as the eighth that inspired them
from the Big Boy to the eighteenth green
you will all make my typewriter

Love Always
the holidays
the people around the table and the t.v.
too stubborn to speak their cares
both the M * A * S * H episodes
and the long rides home

Love Always
the books
the books and the characters and the morals
and the books
and the teachers that shared them
we accept the love we think we deserve

Love Always
Charlie

#wallflower

Jun 2014

Tom Leveille

seance

while september cicadas
were singing my neighbors to sleep
i was up walking holes in my shoes
over love once lost
so many poems ago
that the only thing i remember
about the house at 38th & bluestone
is that it reeked of alcohol and is
as i'm sure of it
still saturated in perfume
and abandoned laughter
but that's not the point
give me a minute
what i'm trying to say
is i always thought god
enjoyed watching things leave me
it makes me wonder
what was on his mind
that night in september
when i stooped to cough
or tie my shoelaces
i no longer remember why
but i recall their trajectory
the way gravity cradled my hands
and brought them crashing back to earth like a 747
they landed inches away
from a scrap of crumpled loose leaf
folded in half like the smiles
of my relatives on a holiday truce
you see, lately i've been looking for scars in the newspaper
i find myself checking the obituary
for my former selves since the day i found your suicide letter
maybe that's why i can never explain my obsession with history
maybe archeology is just a funeral
in reverse
maybe hell is just rewinding home movies
or watching confetti
turn back into photographs
i never told anyone
the reason the doors to the gun cabinet in my family's house are locked not because they are afraid
i will take my life
but because sometimes
i sing them birthday songs
on the day you died
it makes me think
of how rooms only echo
when they are empty

*you know
i never echoed until you died

Jun 2014

Amanda In Scarlet

Your Undeniable Rights

We all have the right to write.
We aren't obliged to write right.

You have the right to flaunt your ugly, hatefilled heart,
You have the right to sneer, and leer.

Hide behind those concepts and techniques.
If it makes a few people laugh, who cares about the ones that cry?
They don't get it, they don't get you,
You're too clever for them.

You have the right, you have the right,
I agree, we are all free,
Some will laugh, some will cry,
Some stay silent, sitting by.

I'll admit that you have wit,
You're still a total, utter ***.

#hurt #humanity #writing #rights #nasty #unpleasant