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A Rocky Road. [May. 28th, 2014|01:36 am]
brood XXII song.

a fog rolling in off the ocean impregnates me
with a thirteen year purpose
and i begin my emergence from under loamy soil
in the dead of night. quiet save for my small breaths.

i think about the soft hum of the moon
and how similar that sound is to that
space between speaking and silence
when your eyes hang near me. punctuating terror.

i sit here.

inaccessible as a raven on the wing
tumbling over my own voice, trembling
like a cicada ready to sing.
you might have only walked by
my anonymous catalyst
but you are a humid summer heat on my thorax.
i am here now, tymbals buzzing.
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a lesson in loss [Nov. 3rd, 2010|10:43 pm]
[Current Location |chester, nh]
[Current Mood |anxiousanxious]

A Starved Dog’s Logic About Bones

I’m trying to be a less predatory creature
less dependent on the life of another for sustenance
but eating like a bird has left me
without a song to sing, without
any flight paths or destinations.
Even mosquitoes buzz with purpose;
get involved in the chase.

My muscles have a pride that you’ve bruised
with your disinterest
a patience that you have pushed with your

and now I am rabid in my desire
to need you, to be needed. I
howl and bay for even the most
negative of attentions.
And you: terrified at this startling
creature at your feet,
eyes so wide so that I can no
longer see the solstice your eyelashes
play against the dusky light; you
reject me, you don’t care to feed me,
you leave me outside overnight

and I’m left apologizing to the mosquitoes for this
cold starvation
the marrow of your love dried up.

with love and squalor,
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(this was meant to say how much i miss you.) [Nov. 1st, 2010|04:31 pm]
[Current Location |chester, nh]
[Current Mood |anxiousanxious]
[Current Music |twenty two fourteen | the album leaf]

Sterile Saline

it's not fair to say really that one
thing means more than another
but i see you drive by and think
about following you. the exhaust
from an airplane cuts a distinct line
in the sky like a divorce and neither of
us got the house. your alimony was
paid in salt water, mine is piling up
with the rest of my unpaid bills.

i don't owe you a thing except for my
saliva. and you still owe me boulders;
two friendships and a walk along the

can i stop by and get those tomorrow?
you can leave them on the sea wall where
we ate crackers in the wind. you wore those
sunglasses and i wore my distrust like a
wedding band.

okay, i won't follow you this time. i'm sure
you're just trying to get home for dinner.
i'm going to go have a slice of banana cream
pie and think about how many people
i've fucked since you.

with love and squalor,
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a selfish day, a moonblind fortnight. [Oct. 29th, 2010|12:42 am]
[Current Location |chester, nh]
[Current Mood |anxiousanxious]
[Current Music |always for you | the album leaf]

I need you to evolve, to rise up to meet me where I sit with my palm on my belly, wondering if it will ever matter what we feel or if we will always walk these ancient paths with sardonic fingers until one of us gets bored, or angry.

with love and squalor,
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the nuclear physics of us [Oct. 28th, 2010|03:40 am]
[Current Location |chester, nh]
[Current Mood |blahblah]
[Current Music |the album leaf]

The Meltdown

you used to hold me in nuclear arms:
that vein on your cheekbone pulsating ever so slightly
but now the half-life of your chagrin appears
to be much longer than i anticipated.

i can't blame you, entirely. i radiate
do not love me, do not trust me;
but yet you do, you look at me

with your eyes as wet and deep
as heavy water, and i realize the
fusion has occurred already -
the manhattan project begun and
abandoned within the week, and
we are here, buzzing like
fluorescent bulbs, waiting for
one another to settle down
and acknowledge the physics of this.

our bond can't disintegrate, not yet, not within our
lifetimes or five hundred lifetimes.
we are merely isotopes of one another.
we taste the same, we smell the same.
we harness the same reactions.

hold me, i think as you reach toward me.
i clench my jaw and watch our nuclei
with drowsy eyelids. soon your breaths are
steady and slow and you are asleep, and
chernobyl is just a sad dream we shared.

with love and squalor,
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