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November 14, 2007
clay by ~renaissance1912. "this was cleaner / than the traditional, Oedipal method / of blinding oneself."
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Literature Text
cowardice runs deep, like a rich vein of red
through the bottom of a Colorado river.
so I gathered that clay, scooped it up in my hands
and packed it, carefully, over my face
until it covered every inch; and my lidded eyes
were merely dents in the thick tan façade.
this was cleaner
than the traditional, Oedipal method
of blinding oneself.
alone, the clay
was not enough. I stayed inside
the house, too, under cover of a sturdy blue roof
that cordoned the horizon –
because out here there is too much sky
to hide from.
and I ignored the phantoms
still flitting in my ears,
because they spoke of the kind of roses
that wilt and melt in the rain, dropping their petals
to storms – and in truth I sometimes think
they look even more beautiful
that way, spreading and curling and darkening
into decadence, like glorious pink-frosted cake.
but I don’t want to be weak
like that.
sometimes, when we watched movies, I’d scratch
tiny eyeholes in the clay, so I could see
just a little; but I’d still pretend I
didn’t want the world to explode in
light and life and love
like it did on the screen.
and even when I rolled my twenty-sided dice
in those cloistered rooms, I kept my mask on
and my eyes shut
just in case I rolled a twenty,
so I wouldn’t have to believe
there was such a thing
as good luck.
through the bottom of a Colorado river.
so I gathered that clay, scooped it up in my hands
and packed it, carefully, over my face
until it covered every inch; and my lidded eyes
were merely dents in the thick tan façade.
this was cleaner
than the traditional, Oedipal method
of blinding oneself.
alone, the clay
was not enough. I stayed inside
the house, too, under cover of a sturdy blue roof
that cordoned the horizon –
because out here there is too much sky
to hide from.
and I ignored the phantoms
still flitting in my ears,
because they spoke of the kind of roses
that wilt and melt in the rain, dropping their petals
to storms – and in truth I sometimes think
they look even more beautiful
that way, spreading and curling and darkening
into decadence, like glorious pink-frosted cake.
but I don’t want to be weak
like that.
sometimes, when we watched movies, I’d scratch
tiny eyeholes in the clay, so I could see
just a little; but I’d still pretend I
didn’t want the world to explode in
light and life and love
like it did on the screen.
and even when I rolled my twenty-sided dice
in those cloistered rooms, I kept my mask on
and my eyes shut
just in case I rolled a twenty,
so I wouldn’t have to believe
there was such a thing
as good luck.
Literature
wireless
I.
we weren't looking for Kevin Bacon,
weren't trying to find a way--
it was just ten steps
to no one in particular.
II.
looking for damn connections,
screw chaos theory.
I'm gonna find me some sense.
III.
less than three percent of potential
muggers or
rapists are willing to commit murder
if you are in a situation where you feel that such a person
committing such a crime on you is possible
turn around
make eye contact
put them in the situation where they'd have to kill you
to get away with it
most will just walk away
and
Literature
Oranges
Oranges
I.
Thinking themselves thieves, they feed
on the ripe as the cart owner on the highway
fingers peels, rinds, forgotten leaves and listens
to the voices of his customers like moving cars.
II.
To articulate herself she keeps the cream
in one hand and licks the rust off her
once black kettle. The tea is waiting
on the counter to be drowned as she says to him:
Let me live in my ashes.
Her echolalia says: scissors, sliver as the image
of diseased pigeon wings echoes on her eyelids.
Twenty years of echolalia.
III.
There is a boy who lives in his own palms,
collecting teeth from the children who fight.
At six o'cl
Literature
Six Words
My walls are ice; yours, steam.
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strange image.........but very poetic! You are one creative writer!