Tag: writing
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MIAHUATLAN
[español abajo] all about miahuatlanmexican town of mexican proportionsmexican police and mexican law firmswet dust sticks to mexican streetswet dust twixt our bright lit teethwarmer than the mountainsin the wind a feeble chillthe fashion is a cowboy hat and big belt buckleor a baggy t-shirt and baseball capwomen have their hair tight, and their jeans…
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MOONLIGHT ON THE SLANTROOF GREAT
baggage in the car, roar off, hornmotor problems, breaks are broken, gone4 hours through the dark with musicsteep hill, stalled engine, lose itslipping backwards, no gravity, crashbattered boot, tail light mashedsan mateo, raining heavy, emptypark the car, food and clothes, plentydark distance, rainstorm, pitch blacklast streetlight, slip fall, muddy tracklittle shack, rainwater, tin rooflook for…
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RHUM SCUFFLE
the drink slips down andgrips on the bellythe bloods rush quick andtongues are brandisheddeftsome parry andsparks spin offwardwe sheathe and step backglare eye steadyred-faced but nored blood drawnclothes torn but we’restill not cross-eyedcross within buthonour to the enemywe mop our brows andsmile fake friendlyfilling up lungs, with anod continuemaking a stake toplunge right in youa…
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HIDDEN PYRAMID
i don’t mind but you moundwhen i dug for truth and i founda hidden pyramida pyramid all hidpoking up through the groundto my right is the shorei looked left and i sawa volcano with asmoke haloand a red hot chilli hot corea yellow daffodilsplattered in blooda field in francepuddled in muda warm green seaa floating…
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MOTHERS
the mother screams in painthe sheets are wet like raina bloody screaming mess expelledand upside-down by ankles held…with big bright eyes and light soft hairholding on to legs of chairwhen things fearful are detectedlift and hug and kiss expected…in all the street there’s no disputeeverybody says she’s cuteconfident in song and dancedoted on by all…
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8:38
i’ve reached the ideal: 8:38 not too early and not too late sit upon a dead tree, listen to the sounds of fair-day music on the football grounds survey the woods from a mossy throne moonlight shattered like broken bone 8:38 is still my favourite numerological (twice-repeating) timestamp in the 12 hour clock. whenever i…
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ANOTHER PASSAGE TO THE WOODS
another passage through the woods another passage to the woods the bleak winter is caving in the snowdrops pop their heads again the wily deer that can’t be found leave hoof prints on the soggy ground the river runs past sad and brown i throw it a stick but it just sinks down and the…
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EVERY BIRTH
every birth is a rebirth every garden an eden each person is old earth every death is a freedom deceased meat and vegetable matter help us get a little fatter blood placenta, piles of dung the sullied beds from where we sprung a chicken’s breast is so delicious the slaughterhouse is where it’s sliced a…
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FROONING
freely frooning in my sleep, i fear not the frost, but in this flimsy and forbidding foundry, a formidable phalanx of philanthropists forbiddenly formulate faux farms, festering farcicle frost for fame, freedom and fun. frowningly, the freak frogfish from afar were finally unfrozen. they flew through the ozone no go zone, and familied frillions of…
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DISHWASHER REPRESENT
standing in a kitchen washing up pots time to kill so i sit down lots lowest member of the staff no point denying man now i’ll try my hand at a yellowy frying pan if i say it’s for the dollar it would sound like i’m lying man my life in a kitch and i…