Friday, February 3, 2017

Alternate Ways to Consummate Our Love

1. Tighter, painful, electric hugs
2. Kisses to the left of the lips
3. Standard penetrating gazes
4. Wine bellies
5. Criminal activity
6. Cross the wires
7. Draw a blue sky together with one crayon, press it sideways firmly with our thumbs
8. Flirt with the same bartender
9. Look at medieval erotica and whisper names of soul mates while tracing outlines with fingers
10. Dream of mud, dream of horses
11. Conference call with ghosts
12. Remember God
13. Summon the golem
14. Wake up with the largest heart you've ever had, expanding in Rilke's concentric circles
15. Float away, meet in Jupiter

Friday, April 8, 2016

Invisible Fleas and A Shallow-Breathed Tight-Chested Prayer

1. Sing that whole lyric sing it out round with all its fatty tissues, like a house falling into the sea
2. Let the sickness pass
3. Yell to the sky and ask its forgiveness and make it a promise, ask it to simultaneously be the wall and break the wall
4. Notice the yellow flowers
5. Watch moments of 2016 so far and hear little cells awaken like yellow flowers to say we are living all of this, and this is something real now, don't forget this
6. Wonder to what extent I am cheating if I am on medication
7. How can you break the chains when you are part of the chains
8. Move without the mind moving too, the mind is flying in an old Forbes private jet, the mind is hovering between clouds.
9. You were in my dream last night, I want to call you and tell you and invite you back to stay
10. At the coffee shop read Sontag and think of the naive idea of originality, rject voices, but every voice creeps back in its way
11. Test your skin for its elasticity and wonder why you hurt this body so much
12. Thin wall, thick skin
13. Ride a wave of inspiration, but not too far
14. Think of the tsunami, think of the frazzle-haired woman at the convenience store, think of all of this muddled pain and the article of the realness and sometimes we can stand together in our realness and sometimes you are on a pedestal or in a raincloud and I wonder when I will truly meet you

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Blood and Beets #Nohashtag

1. Tell the story of Little Eight John, but not in dialect
2. Know your limbs are filled with electric stiffness that makes you less human, and everybody knows you are a robot.
3. Get tired, get fast
4. When you look at another corner of the room the light and shadow changes entirely. Perspective.
5. Are you one of the elite few whose immense beauty cannot be captured on the screen?
6. Look up the various spellings of your last name, involving the town of Parketin.
7. I am hearing all of your words melt into my cells but not my ears. You are turning my heart compost, every day.
8. I told you yesterday that there would be words and directions coming soon, from Lord Above from Sky God from Great Mystery, soon they would appear at my fingertips and show me exactly what to do.
9. Consulting every Ouija board
10. When I hear you telling the truth to somebody else, and it is not the same truth you tell me.
11. That's why nobody likes you
12. Watching caterpillars writhing on the floor
13. Your brain and its microbes
14. Memes are memories are games, #tbt #thatfeel #thatmemory #thatghost #alanrickman #davidbowie
15. I want to receive my award for not caring passionately about the deaths of these beautiful people, they were never real people to me, I don't get it. They are beautiful, but they were not my friends. They were symbols and stories and legends and myths and I didn't know them and everything I know about them still exists. I don't relate to the experience of feeling disproportionately, famously sad about famous deaths.
16. What about the children?
17. Antidepressants still, mourning with a smile
18. House of fire, molasses, smoke, clay, wood, matted fur
19. Orange peels and coffee grounds and cats in the front yard
20. Your belly is more orange and cloudy than ever
21. This is home, still.
22. 2016 more moments.
23. Try to write critically, and come back to snippets pulses poetry hashtags
24. Fortress
25. Thoughts of the escape during the walk, the wrench in the routine, the 7 mile jog the long distance swim with whales the unexpected derive the poem that spilled accidentally out of your guts the phone call the dream of packing all of the belongings, mismatched rusty earrings, ornaments, and heirlooms. I am always leaving tomorrow at 4pm and there is no way to carry all of my belongings from here today.
26. It is a shadowy sterile place where the eyes are watching us and asking why didn't you stay here in this safe place where you would receive all of somebody else's treasures?


Monday, February 23, 2015

Black Bugs, Owl-Eyed Feathers, Honesty

1. Choose whether you would have others make you bitter, or make you better
2. Slow dance stories
3. Cross your arms and tell me about the sexy things you wrote as an adolescent
4. Continue to believe life has given you nothing but dust-covered brains, that streets are empty and skies are grey and there is nothing but unraveling gibberish and echoes, or open the little door of your little house and let a sandworm or a mountain destroy everything you have come to believe is true
5. Mysterious lemons appear in the kitchen
6. List Your True Loves: An armadillo-admirer, A salt-eater, A German Elf, Owen, A Cult Leader, Larry David Lynch, A pilot, Anybody
7. Feel your sore throat, gargle salt water
8. Say no
9. Make a Miso Reduction
10. Squares and purpose
11. If I was not afraid, how long would this list be, and where would it find me
12. Body Disassociation

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Secret Gifts for Precious Friends by Johannes de Silentio

1. Just remember when everything was easy, and remember that moment is right now, before any explosions and before any gunshots, just the sounds of wind chimes, hold them in your ears
2. Remember when your sentences were not held together by nerves
3. Remember when (hashtag) when thoughts were more than just glimpses of thoughts and just echoes and twitches
4. I just sit and twitch and you attach the machine to me and my legs muscles are not walking but they are dreaming of walking, matrix machine
5. Trip up and down the stairs and upside-down like Maya Deren stunted stilted softly so that you are appearing hovering above every ghost room blowing breezes through windows
6. Remember the dream you have about somebody, when you predicted they would you would we would become distant, when you looked through Grandpa's submarine and found old letters and old friendships and you know he is alive and dead in this space
7. Once there was a time and once there was not a time
8. Keep the little doll in your pocket named Vasalisa and just let that bitch do whatever Baba Yaga asks of you
9. Dream of the Knight of Faith, what his face looks like as he stares at rats who scurry and at sixteen-year old girls
10. Your fingers' little beaming lights
11. I was real at certain specific times; during our long walks, when I held dream hands on green hills, when you looked me in the eye in the dark cafe with beaming eyes and said this is the right time, when we lay in the hammock little girls looking at the moon, when we slid sideways down the deck, when i kissed you and made your hat fall off on the street, when we walked on train tracks to your far-off 3 am house, when we laughed in the park and fear was gone, when we took pictures at the playground, when i gave you a chance to play that part and you left beaming full of pride, whenever your sweet voice drifts back to me, when you told me about racing down the stones in the river, when we had coffee and you explained aboriginals. i was real at those times.
12. suddenly every you is you, and that was never clearer than in my love poem, and i am kind of bursting at the seams, i know this to be true, but now i know this to be true, and remember how much i know this to be true, so i can write a love poem to a chair and to a dog and to a worst enemy and you will meet me there

Friday, June 21, 2013

The Rules of the Day

1. Enjoy picking the fleas out of small dog's fur and crunching them under your fingers.
2. Contemplate the horror of the fire that almost burned down your house. Stand in awe and confusion and relief while watching the parallel dimensional self arrive to a burnt down house. This is a universe in which cranberry juice does not exist.
3. Appreciate gentle reminders of real life.
4. Imagine the clever conversations you might have with the middle schoolers next door on the stoop, something that would prove to them that you are certainly no longer in middle school anymore, and you no longer adhere to middle school rules.
5. Think of the today's nebulous shape of feelings and spaces, from running by the sea and hearing stories of heartbreak to peace and breathing and feet up on the wall and sleeping dog.
6. Fall helplessly at your own feet. Fall in love and in awe at the shape you made in time with your imperfect body and sad, sad, self-obsessed soul.
7. Did you love somebody today? Were you gentle?
8. If you were gentle you get 10 points.
9. Listen to a voice that makes all of the smiles in my nerves fireworks, and the nerves in my smiles turn to fireworks, and turn into Katy Perry, and be heartbroken by Russell Brand.
9b. If you have recovered from your Russell Brand heartbreak, move forward 10 spaces of transcendence.
10. This morning we were Grumps, and I remembered how important it is to say Hi, I am thinking about you.
11. Hi, I am thinking about you, because you exist. You are alone where you are and I am alone where I am but you exist because I am thinking about you and because I am thinking about you I also exist. Somebody famous said that, I think it was Cap'n Horatio Magellan Crunch.
12. Everybody says you are working hard, don't tell them the truth, that you are actually just watching the John Lennon biopic "Nowhere Boy."
13. Send a limousine or a fairy to pick up your so-called-best-friend from a far away land and take them to Cuba to reenact an escape to America.
14. Don't use any actual names, hide names in other names.
15. Alterego name-dropping.
16. Fragments.
17. Hot bed.
18. Fire
19. Be ready and gracious and forgiving.
20. finally, a narrative: today i was a whore's corpse buried deep inside a mattress and i couldn't get up cause i was dead. there's no more life. but somebody said hey it's okay get up and come look at the sea, don't be afraid of life, don't worry about what you care about or what you want, just act, just do, because otherwise you will not lift a finger. just keep doing. so my fingers played piano and i felt okay again. and i started not panicking about flat 9s. that's for losers. and i stopped and stared and inhaled plastic. and i gave treats. and i sang KORN. and this was a day full of life and at first i said no.
my car is full of plastic. barbie's last name is roberts or jones or something. she is all-american. barbie is the only one who can save us from global warming. totally greenhouse barbie. barbie's teats will nurse all of the polar bears back to life. and we'll sing gospel hymns out of every 90s song. and we'll be okay now that we have your phone records.
21. Is Snowden a Hero?

Friday, April 19, 2013

Heartbeats Honesty Irony

1. Listen to how fast your poor heart beats, too fast, struggling to move blood through this entire body expanding in a universe of fat, underneath there is nothing but fancy sadness.
2. I'd like to be honest ...this isn't working out. I don't know you.
3. Today I was happiest when you told me the story of how you took care of your deaf dumb and blind brother and he died January 17 and I feel this is real love and when I said I was a musical director your eyes lit up and you said God is here and God is working in mysterious ways and so forth. And you said things that I didn't dare say but was blessed with and you're a gift.
4. Watching Crossroads and thinking of all of those lost buried boxes.
5. I have a vice and it is All-American.
6. Tomorrow it's Raw Foods.