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AS Jun 2011
The day all of Israel fell asleep,

bald men in the shuk

lowered their heads onto eggs and squash

and snored out spice and

the tourists

dropped their cameras and lined the streets like

new roads made of

backpack to cover old stone

and

little children watching littler children

sharp in their shabbos dresses

laid in the mud and dug their white-tighted knees into the dirt and sighed

and I

sitting in my room

smoking tea and

standing on my head

forgot

about my broken foot

forgot

the time I turned my

stomach toward yours squinted my

eyes and pretended we were dancing

didn’t ask myself

How many seas I’d sail before

I could sleep in the sand

and I curled up to my

blanket with somebody else’s blood on it

and yawned.

Today all of Jerusalem broke silent,

the buses stopped and passengers froze

sirens singing then stopping one by one like electric geese shot down,

but no one was sleeping

only grieving

the fallen soldiers of a country young as me, old as dirt.
machina miller Dec 2016
the portcullis grinds to a halt
the red, leering cyst Solipsism
tints the looking glass

:blustery,
warm afternoon breeze
smoothes out the crinkling
of the wrinkly overcast soul
as a hurried little sheikh,
an aged caucasian woman
blisters past me
on two be-tighted legs
tensely betwixt
solemnity and nervousness;
i wonder why i hurry everywhere

a man with one full human leg
on crutches
in an astronauts effigy
tripods a very deliberate but rickety path
slowly leaps his spider arms
his cyborg motorcyclists helmet
obstructing none but the least aware
from peering at his character
"doting on windmills
every day is a partition
the great event; theatre epic,
"Life!"
presenting everything ever,
filtered and engraved
by humanitis
there's you and who you were,
where you've been,
how you're going to be
and in no personal regard

--Psyche is a selection of the universe,
propped up by consciousness.
it exists in no True sense,
but it is as it does
due processes aside.
"
--to paraphrase his silent proclaimation

look into the annals and you may deduce
humanity has made a rather good run of things
we no longer stick each others heads on pikes
or burn women who float at a stake

blot out the eternal sunshine
the well-wishing hypocrite of everymind,
who robs us of choice
hovering the carrot of dreams in place
learn to live through the brimstone rain and choking dust
because volcanoes give birth to islands
Ava Feb 2020
Where to start on this day
I arrived stressed, then you asked me to bring me closer
I could smell your smell that made me want you
When I knew I had another lover of mine
Then after standing up
You kissed me
At that moment I realized how much I dreamed of it
How to deal with these feelings that we have
Our tongues ​​fought
All the sadness in the world has been lost
Friends, lovers we don't know
All the words I dreamed of hearing you pronounced  
I realise how I can’t pretend that I do not love you
Our looks tighted
But we don't know what love is and it's much better like that
I only want your delicate gestures
When I saw you go away slowly
Our tears started a storm
Then we put our love aside
Wet eyes and broken hearts
Then without any choice
I escaped in the Brussels rain
Going out I eat a sweet story to forget the taste of your lips
But the taste wouldn’t  leave
I ran in the rain
I cried telling myself that I had broken 3 hearts today
I needed love, I cry for help
It’s the fire of hearts running

— The End —