Posts Tagged ‘brainbows’

Belly Hums

January 29, 2010

I am grateful for the pictures flashing

between my ears when hearing what

plucks my gut strings.

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i don’t have a lot of the strong or smart

or shrewd but maybe some part of

the good, I hope.


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Your Elation is in Direct Opposition to Idolatry.

January 27, 2010

the nuclear family is about to explode

and splatter bloody chunks all over

the minivan, which I hope explodes as well

because that would be badass.

we as molecules will multiply out from

and onto each other without restraint,

cracking jokes about subatomic schisms

and waking up cradled by our friends’ forearms

and backs.  we will live slap-happily together

and save fossil fuels, because dead dinosaurs

are real pissed off about

gettin’ milked all the time.

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our cats and dogs will sleep

in the trees and vines, hunting

with us in calico war paint mirroring

streaks of earthy joy running

down our chests and backs, parallel

columns of priceless sinew purring

hammock sighs in August darkness.

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we will dump spare change

into the streets and hand out bagels

for free, we will fist bump grandmothers

and play air guitar in the frozen food

aisle, we will sprint down stairs into

each other colliding with a sound

like strings and bells and choirs

proclaiming the anniversary of

a new beginning.


Between the Risks

January 25, 2010

your six-string pickings are familiar like little red wagons

and white gravel drives or pedaling past barn skeletons

to Shirley’s grave in summer, self-taught on the few days left

to be young.

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at fifteen I asked the nighttime forest to adopt me

into a broken clock religion of firefly rites

and boundless chapels housing windows shining

across midnight ceilings.  I was baptized

by the high sweet voices you gave me

and crucified the glaze on my eyes,

throat ringing harmony.

.

for years I could only love the things you loved

without hesitance, my heart was your heart

and it walked around outside me, burning

and humming strains of genius.

.

if there’s only room for one song when my

synapses are misfiring finally,

I want it to be yours:

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d  a  b  g d

f#  g  a  d

c  d  g  b  d  g

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Throat Fire Aesthetic

December 4, 2009

let’s yell at each other for a while.

it will heal our hearts and afterward

we’ll need cough medicine, which will

make us sleep like babies.

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there’s nothing left to fight over.

all buildings are destroyed and our

ideas have jumped from our skulls to grow

in the dirt. we will join them someday

to feed them not just with our heads

but with our whole bodies.

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I waste so much time

not doing what I want to do

and not saying what I want to say.

everything I have ever loved is burning.

what else is there to make you understand?

.

drag your grosgrain bow

across these gut strings and

make them sing.

Brainbows

October 21, 2009

your love operates on my brain

like a hand grenade.  you bite the top off

and stick it in, then my eyes explode

out of my skull onto the opposite wall

with blood and multi-colored magnet letters

spelling things like “faith,” “love,” and “beauty”

you rearrange them into other words that make me laugh

like, “you evil fatty” and “voila, beef hat!”

we chuckle and you kiss the empty sockets

like they’re gonna taste like somethin’ other than blood

I can’t see you no more, but I feel ya, it’s true

and you ain’t goin’ nowhere, never you said,

so let me tuck my eyeless head

into the nook of your chin, neck and chest

until we rot with age and die, amen.