fallen verses

This isn’t a poem, you know. This is a splash of colour (black) on scraps of dirty paper (suddenly valueless, green, 155.956 × 66.294 mm when we give up the ridiculous imperial measurements [...]

A Read Write Poem thing
This isn’t much of anything yet, a free-write a writing without goal or purpose. Perhaps a basis to later be Michelangelo and remove the unneeded. For now, just words:
Above, the stars are like a congregation in prayer, heads bent, taking no notice of our hands stretched across the empty space in [...]

Hobbyhorse, Hobbyhorse (A Paradelle)
Every letter in the preaching scribed-
Every letter in the preaching scribed-
Truths formerly barred, allowed by this recharter.
Truths formerly barred, allowed by this recharter.
The scribed truths in this letter barred,
Every recharter formerly allowed by preaching.
Imperfect results sent turbo up the chain,
Imperfect results sent turbo up the chain,
Flooding the inbox of the falsifier of [...]

Laughing in the Wind
after Rosetti
Still no one has seen the wind.
In these sepia photos the night
sky is the color of espresso.
Spring rains can be warm and gentle.
No one has really seen those either.
Still, no one has seen the wind.
Science, however, turns with the answer:
smoke. A trick that works in tunnels
but autumn remains stubbornly
unconvinced. Fire [...]

A Pin Worked Loose
Tatterdemalion slink into depleted villas,
each step chasing memories deeper into
these antiquated courtyards.
Here are artifacts which nobody recognizes.
They remain untouched. Visitors, focused inward,
do not notice them. They tarnish, fade, rust.
Outside, civil guards scream obscenities.
Someone has posted Lorca’s broadsides
believing both duende and Andalusia are omnipresent.
Somewhere else, meditation resurfaces a lost “I.”
In that same place [...]

Remains
For Sue
As if the wife
of a terrible king,
we file past
in the obligatory line
of a state funeral.
The beheading was not
in lieu of divorce
or to birth a republic
but the result
of the decay and
calcification
of your carcass.
Do you see us,
the common people,
as we shuffle around
your dais?
Do you see us
as the littlest ones
shriek in terror
and hide behind
the never quite
fashionable slacks
of [...]

Silence is so much stronger at night,
As if the day has noise just from its light.
Flick the switch and it becomes a tomb
and the sound of a heartbeat is cause for fright
Silence lasts so much longer at night-
the wind is unseen, but still felt
on the skin and dimly dead leaves take flight.
The day is full [...]

On the joys of sharing a dorm room
The whisper of skin on skin-
Lines of moonlight cast
through the blinds
tickling the curve of her back-
The fragrance of beer,
cigarettes and latex.
I don’t think they can see the scowl
as I put in the earplugs.
This was a response to Carolee’s prompt to “watch” something we’re not supposed to see. Incidentally, [...]

I read An Abundance of Katherine’s by John Green today. While there are many things I could say about it, I will only say that it was very good, and I recommend to people who like to read things with plot that are not predominantly about disrobing.
Anyway, after I read the book, I was click-click-clicking [...]

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It’s a static-crusted world:
constant interference from the streaming
24/7 into our minds
which are as alterable as wikipedia.
The data in the table is corrupt
and we need to reindex;
we have forgotten to back-up
emotions. Memory is salvageable-
it is watching television without color
and we soon bore of it.
Attention is the microtransaction of the mind.
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