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"velvetine" poems
The conservation of energy in full effect, Energy presses from inside, colliding to outside, A reflection from inside a metal water fountain Draws it into the swirling vortex; a clone of myself sitting on a bench, Bench I'm sitting on, several secluded fibers banked upon a velvetine valentine between the ceiling and floor. (Couch) The conservation of energy in full effect, Behind a vent, nestled, relaxing under the speckled water fountain (Couch) WA-ter FoUNtain, I'm the grays and the bleak black bland, In the conservation of energy in full effect. Xitia:-- Sent you a -whimpering, sent you a-wishing. I, myself: Into a victory, into admission. The conservation of energy in full effect. Xitia:--- Where do you sit in the waterfall of lessons? I, myself: In the back, to mask the need for the front. The conservation of energy in full effect.
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Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
The Conservation of Energy
he found the goddess like so many do in a desperate fall through foundation, clutching to the bleak rim, praying for context. his last moment of wholeness was spent with an upturned face basking in the backlit rays of her promise         *time passes          in a rushed imitation of          magic tricks and carnival rides* when candlelight flew from velvetine fingers he hid from her shadow humbled and yoked the neon grin of morning found him clutching her breath       tucked inside the hollows           sunken through every step           there was nothing left           of his body but two glass eyes caught forever staring into her waxen smile that never thought to melt that only broke with smoke       *tell your children:       hope is a scar       the fault, mistake       obsession with beauty       will roll you in ash       (a ghost of his telling)        and empty you’ll wake*
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Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
Wax Obsession
at night, pine branches scratch the gibbous moon. velvetine mouth, the opening dark I am not the only creature stirred from sleep: far off, a grosbeak whistles. the fragment of winter in me drips.
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Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
Grosbeak
Picture me dancing On velvetine pathways Towards sequin peaks in the clouds I am jumping and skipping Those ropes you've laid for me To make sure I don’t lose my way On the trees I see ribbons And some flowers for keeping In colours to match your bright eyes I am following footsteps Of chattering parties Soon I shall be sailing the skies But rainbows catch fire And stroboscope lightning Makes staccato love to me now Tying senses with ribbons And handcuffs of neon I climb to slide down in delight
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
Sequinous Dreams
Lovers trapped in flourescent corners. Skin shimmers underneath loose tees, beige with the kind of sweat that blackens Levi's in the crotches. Her fingers ***** at his mice-sized ears which hunger for the acrylic traps she lays with her fingernails. If lips had tongues his lips would say: "I've had plastic flesh and mercury is in my veins cooling me until I'm frozen in the arms of death." And his lips never touch hers: neck, breastbone, cleft-chin, chapped ear lobe, crackling scalp, fracturing spine, splitting abdomen, scarred heart. his are never touched by hers: lips. They finger the hills of each other's skin: velvetine, innumerable, wet. Starships beep in the night. Beep through receivers from a place against the earth, but not touching it. THeir voices are intimate and not there. Cries are heard from space and cradled as breathing treasure. Intimate, but not there. Their fingers touch each other, infinitely and not at all. He feels her as the earth feels remote beeps in remote intimacy.
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Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
Lovers Trapped in Flourescent Corners.
After the parting They burnt the letters Sacks and bags Envelopes and folders No one wanted to read The significance inside. I slid down the side Of the velvetine covered bed And sat amongst my treasures On a brown wooden floor If tears could break a vase Mine would all be shattered. Love Mary **
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
The forgotten letters.
Tickling each bed of moss, the underground, where human ignorance barely touches us; the sheds of light battling us in our soft, black, velvetine bag. Pull the drawstrings tighter, seal off the mouth of the outside monster to almost a whisper. We can plug our ears with stray buttons, orphan belongings to find voyage in our love. Let me swim in your mouth, make a home on your teeth where I can admire each fleeing word from your gold lined throats. I can wave goodbye to thrown up anger and set you free, light thick fires on the bead of your tongue (set up camp and warm my hands.) I am here for every part of you.
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Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 9:50 AM UTC
human pelts, part 2
Fingers touching with thumbs touching in a pose of air, like velvetine cloth instead of this fleshy stuff, full with blood and muscle and skin with blue lines, on fire now with tapping the plastic keys of a mechanical toy, down from above where the light makes my eyes wide, silly addition to man's genius which will save us, just like his berries and apples that fill us with gasoline, on fire like my late father who poured it on something, with car's engines purring like oceans out on the roads, away from all trouble, people perched on vinyl seats, talking about their troubles to others with theirs, as beings all over are sleeping.
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May 31, 2010
May 31, 2010 at 11:01 PM UTC
SPONTANEOUS GESTURE
I'm just your cigarette. Burn me away. Inhale my toxic fumes. Fed to the ashtray. Cooler than nicotine. Coarser than sand. Softer than velvetine. Blood on my hands. Lungs overwhelmed by the blitzkrieg. Breathe, if your conscience allows. Das Blut des Bündnis aushusten, Leide, du schreckliche Frau. Menthol defies your betrayal, caffeine defies your shot nerves. Tobacco curbs your addiction, cancer is what you deserve.
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
The Smoker
Centerd around golden seeds Velvetine pedals from my ivory stem Beautiful on the outside but Lifeless deep within
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
No wonder
who could pass you by without a breathless gaze and who would have known the first day you arrived a picture window shuttered from your very presence ah open stranger you give so much so soon hardly time for caresses before you drop your velvetine clothes onto the floor saying goodby
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 7:50 AM UTC
rose display