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Dalia |
He was not incarcerated, but he said:
“Our neighbors they are barbarians
Walls loom high, and the administration hums.
I hold a warm gun,
I zip my pants,
I don’t eat with them,
because the walls make me.
I sleep at night
because the walls let me.
The walls force my stupidity,
and the walls force my intelligence,
and consequently I am punished.
I will either pledge allegiance
And strive for a double standard self-defeating contradiction
Or I will transcend, transcend
And die breathing the truth.
One is a penalty and one is a penalty.”
I sang through bars to the man,
Because it was all I knew how to do from the day I was born:
We will miss these vessels,
Young soldiers carried out to the frontier,
Young and exciting.
They sprout like chloroplasts
In this dirt farm.
We are not privy to their noises.
Excuses are jarred up like grains in the cellar;
We can’t contain them.
The incident has nothing to do with that;
Don’t solve it,
Don’t use it in your story.
We are not trained in metalworks,
We don’t follow a drumbeat so casual,
Like a stark, holiday-marked message,
On the board is where we come from;
Delighted as pineapples
We both think we are hard and we are both soft when we perish.
Dance in the running away parade,
Hold still and quake,
There is a reason for these park mountains,
These scapegoats don’t feel pleasure.
He summoned his mate, who showed me his scars,
Snaking deep obliteration up his arm,
like the branding of a war tattoo,
and his voice rustled:
We are these beams and cement blocks,
We are the doors and walls and scaffolding,
We are the uniforms, we are the ground-up.
We take up whips with spikes,
We take up chains and bars,
We take money, we take recognition.
We are not the brains behind the operation,
We are not the willing or the dissenting,
We are not ourselves.
We are the provoked and manipulated,
We are the moulded and the misinformed,
We are the structure of the device.
We take plea bargains out of context,
We put our names on the work of others,
We extend our shame to the counter of the bar.
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DrewTM |
Maybe the blind see the best. Am I
really picking the flesh of the Christ from my teeth?
Tortuous, colored flames tower and rise
as the pieces of my life are on fire.
And I'm picking the flesh of the Christ from my teeth.
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Ryan |
Lego Mondrian
Originally uploaded by ryanrocketship
At what point do art and reproduction overlap?
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DrewTM |
This is what it looked like to go home.
I didn't catch the glory over Phoenix.
The rain in Tucson hid the plane.
I was on the wrong side for sundown,
but Texas is still large, empty and hot.
I didn't catch the glory over Phoenix.
The rain in Tucson hid the plane.
I was on the wrong side for sundown,
but Texas is still large, empty and hot.
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Fred |
you and I, we were born at a bad time
we fought our way out of the womb,
hardscrabble, with knives clenched in our teeth,
and immediately hunkered down
between slabs of development and nerve endings.
we have soaked our hearts lovingly in brine,
put them in on the top cupboard,
among the other Mason jars. we remember how to be civil,
we know how to stretch our mouths around a smile,
how to make it reach our eyes.
what is left when the tides recede is ours.
what can be inferred from the darkness
is our legacy and inheritance. I can wait
for the seeds to thicken into stems,
for the unraveling of the reckoning.
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Daisy |
"untitled"
"sage, rosemary, mint and pine"
"foxtail, bugambilia, and Mom's decorative plants"
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Ambarama |
Your crocked spine
Seducing
Undressing
Caressing my lines
Perfection is nonexistent
But in my head
Her mouth is the definition
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