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"memor" poems
Sitting in labyrinths of cobblestone intestines I’m learning to eat the entrails of sacrifice only domestic, never hunted. pick up spoon. put down put down. put-down. pick up. um . spoon. um… putdown. there are motions for eating and I do them. soothsayer, look down pay attention to positions, shapes knife. butter. um… bread. no. breadth. better. no. butter-better. focus. knife. better. bread. knife, knife of haruspex. knife breadth. okay… deep breath. I have divided the livers and the watchers of victims. I have written on the anomalies in my bronze living, what I should look for, what they should allow for. my protruding viscera, my ancient autopsy of starving. Starving made me easier to tie. easier to lift. made me feel gutted out like finished ice-cream containers but, starving made me full of household gods. made me divine. made sheeps fly. made days disappear and made cold cold cold seem like simmering. made staying out of sight a piece of cake. cake. starving made me rich when I found little boys betting quarters for eating bowels of goats. made me small enough to fit through playground gates so I could swing swing in earthquakes, and portents. now, I listen to Memor, a man who knows nothing of starving talk about how starving I am. tomorrow I have to advise tomorrow I have to weigh tomorrow I have to swallow tomorrow I have to tomorrow I have tomorrow I am half and starving made me whole.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
Starving
Here as I sit At this empty café Thinking of you I remember All those moments Lost in wonder That we'll never Find again Though the world Is my oyster It's only a shell Full of memories And here by the Seine Notre-Dame casts A long lonely shadow Now, only sorrow No tomorrow There's no today for us Nothing is there For us to share But yesterday These cities may change But there always remains My obsession Through silken waters My gondola glides And the bridge, it sighs I remember All those moments Lost in wonder That we'll never Find again There's no more time for us Nothing is there For us to share But yesterdays *Ecce momenta Illa mirabilia Quae captabit In aeternum Memor Modo dolores Sunt in dies Non est reliquum Vero tantum Comminicamus Perdita* *Tous ces moments Perdus dans l'enchantement Qui ne reviendront jamais Pas d´aujourd´hui pour nous Pour nous il n´y a rien A partager Sauf le passé Tous ces moments Perdus dans l'enchantement Qui ne reviendront Jamais
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
A Song for Europe
A tyrant                king, a Vandal’s               scream         Of moor               & rock         And fair                 I sing;                     Life’s                    to its                                  Test,                  guer-                  don of        unrest,                   &strife; believed!              Milked out                   like utter red; lipids            ****** hard                              at birth: semi-                                born: made three         legion’s ****     careful;       cuz fate’s,         Allectus, mean.             Made in            sheaths              An aural           memor-            y lock, a-          nswer ur     calling;              tricky to         be bad             &get; a-            way w/it!     Caraus-                  ius’s on     guard                        duty; he’s in.                             Fog in chan-                   nel; no               lights:             Bware!            Usurp-            ing cou-             ntry,            mauling& killing men          To ob-        tain                    Power;            @any            risk in                   Britain. gold insignias! shine ur lite! greed can’t pay—poenas dat! Ascle- piod- otus hears: He, Allectus does a- way w/. Besei- ge in London—rime the trea- sure al- located; Vain he found, good. Crack souls’ ice; To ruin comes conceit, comes that rip- ped part. Ah, to p’wer& knifes Like wo- rds... P’wer slashes Carves, &impales;.
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
usurper
A tyrant                king, a Vandal’s               scream         Of moor               & rock         And fair                 I sing;                     Life’s                    to its                                  Test,                  guer-                  don of        unrest,                   &strife; believed!              Milked out                   like utter red; lipids            ****** hard                              at birth: semi-                                born: made three         legion’s ****     careful;       cuz fate’s,         Allectus, mean.             Made in            sheaths              An aural           memor-            y lock, a-          nswer ur     calling;              tricky to         be bad             &get; a-            way w/it!     Caraus-                  ius’s on     guard                        duty; he’s in.                             Fog in chan-                   nel; no               lights:             Bware!            Usurp-            ing cou-             ntry,            mauling& killing men          To ob-        tain                    Power;            @any            risk in                   Britain. gold insignias! shine ur lite! greed can’t pay—poenas dat! Ascle- piod- otus hears: He, Allectus does a- way w/. Besei- ge in London—rime the trea- sure al- located; Vain he found, good. Crack souls’ ice; To ruin comes conceit, comes that rip- ped part. Ah, to p’wer& knifes Like wo- rds... P’wer slashes Carves, &impales;.
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I've always been your baby. Will I grow up? Maybe. When you held my hand We could travel any land. With your memor and all your love I'll see you later in Heaven above.
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
To my mother
What Is this? I didn't even say goodbye I never wanted you to leave I never wanted to let go but you'll live on in memory
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
13 July 2016
I am certain they DID bury me with Mum.   (sonnet #MMMMMMMCLXXVI) Memor'al weekend's here, and summer thence In tow as wont:  my stockings in betrayl Hang limply, needing to be washed, and stale Cuz warmth is now a constant, with those scents I had forgot:  that sour note haunting sense, As to perspire is what we'll do sans bail The next four months, erm straight, t'exhale Nor think of sweaters, chill our sweet defense. Watch golden shafts, while Maple leaves half stir To fragile whispers, tricking shadows to Shift vaguely 'cross grass' carpet, skies deep blue And moody, clouds mair grey, light ghastly, poor As listning to the kitchen sounds in tour, The music gone, how static mocks which cue? 26May18b
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
I Think I'll NEVER Find My Bearings
you are stashed in a memory. and with it i hold you close to me. we were perfect in our almost romance. eyes locked tight and blue met blue like the sea and the sky colliding. your calm azure brought my crashing waves back down. and i remember your crooked smile that seemed to promise me everything. and that smile let me know that you would have kissed me if i asked. but i wonder if your lips could have quelled the swells with in me, and if my tongue could have silenced your raging summer storms. we are a secret that will never be uttered, we are a wave that can never be ridden. we had our chance and we missed it. but sometimes, i swear, i would go down with our ship.
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Memor-eyes
grab tug grab i'm telling you over and over i have this memorized hey means play applause at pause cop means stop
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
corky memor
The passenger seat feels empty When I turn and don't see you When I lay my hand on the armrest Instead of resting it on your thigh Doing nothing never felt this empty When I was doing nothing with you The sunset hasn't changed The colors are just as bright But that burning sky was always prettier Reflected in your eyes It's a small thing But all the small things meant everything to me When the sun is gone The other stars get their chance to shine But when I lay down to take it all in I can't help but feel what's missing On the ground next to me Where you used to be Your ghost has followed me In places where we loved The afterglow of the brightest part of my life Was once all I could see But now the overwhelming glow Is just a few embers in the wind I already lost you once But now I'm losing you again In places where we loved Now even your ghost is fading I thought memories would last forever.. With them I could live without you But I'd rather die than forget.. then forget forgetting Let me die with my memor-
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC
In Places Where We Loved