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Grantedyoung yellow lines down this, her street
streaked. smudged, maybe.
split. splayed, yet
neon under quivering stars
no el
imination

[a journey, a war, a sickness
a pizza, a joke, a kiss]

hardly shelter
like wishing for longer sleeves
against the bite of the chill
of s p a c e

Visibility, His Abilitytwin forearm saplings
writhe
&
surge
in a Spring frenzy they shatter each metacarpal
one.after.another.

Gunshots.

Gypsy bones won't contain this reckless green fever.
In Realtime let's grow fonder,
no sense in [still] waiting [still] for daylight to move the shade over to us.
This sky doesn't end;
your eyes stop it

Pray tell:
What keeps you rooted
Keeps you from me

Snare& she prefered her hind leg caught in those
greedy teeth
her trapp-ed-ness : her happiness
his puncture marks & their bittersweet ooze
to hold her; to let her
in her last moments
belong to him

Upon ReturningThis is just exactly what I saw
Only it looks better in the inside of my head.

You see, the tracks from my brain to my fingers only run one way & they're bloody things, well worn & under-nourished.
Not unlike the faces of starving children.

There's a vacant teepee.
It reminds me of a used firecracker,
just a shell of something brilliant,
the casing of something that used to be more of a something.
Makes me think- we all need some company on the inside to make us whole.

Anyway, the teepee shrugged in the wind & flapped open,
ashes from the inside flew out & swarmed my gasping mouth like
vultures to the freshly dead.
They taste

Raised By Wolvess
eg
men
t
me like an orange
or maybe a grapefruit
somehow the latter seems more appropriate-
cos i bite back.

like

cancer.
oh, you know, cos it's always
cancer.

nothing romantic about it,
nothing romantic about t h i s

i loved you for your hair
now it's gone and
i.
am.
stuck.

between
this stale-air waiting room with plastic
on the chairs instead of leather, well, i hate
leather anyway so.
and
the barred walls of your
crib

everysingleskincell that i've got is
swollen so i can't get this
---forsaken
band.
off.

in other words:
i can't leave and you
won't die and

i'm out of excuses for me,
i'm out of excu

A Proper Buriali feel less
high when
you pull those quilts
past my chin

if i pulled my
lip
s
apart
to speak or
breathe

i know they'd
touch the fabric and
make me stick
them
togetheragain

you'd claim they
would get more
chapped
that way
i dunno if that is
necessarily the problem here

"their minds
their mind was meadow"
i'd say
had i the courage to
speak out
loud

(as if there
is any other way
to speak
i would
know)

"lush
sticky
thick
like chucks of hair
on the head of a
homeless woman"

"loads of white
waves
without
a boat without
sailors"

"no one would
love them"
i'd say
and
i'd say and i'd
say
"the g

Hearts on Her Breathmy bottom ribs dig into the counter-top

i exhale bluish smoke
{wonderfully//desperatelywonderfully}
onto the kitchen window

both my lonely eyes search
{delicately//desperatelydelicately}
for your finger-paint hieroglyphics

my knuckles morph into baby teeth, threatening to burst from taut skin

it's not that i'm tense.
it's not that i'm used to you holding me up to see out this window.
it's not that all the color from my upper body is draining, dripping, and pooling
on the linoleum between my legs.

it's just that
i want to know in my heart that when you're eighty and you have your ruddy grandkids making carpet angel

Gonna Soarcaught me a birdie&broke
her birdie neck, hollow-boned,
sounded more like a crinkle than a snap
really you'd hardly be sure it were
bro
ken
until you've got its
dead head
in your unregretful hand

gonna braid her wings into my hair,
gonna raise her birdie babies as my own,
gonna jump off this cliff with them in arms,
gonna soar.

Mightlava eyes
&
why you aimed them at me

gaunt-hearted:
grass gone to seed, she
lets Summer's heavy breath slither in through her pores

love's eyes
versus
lover's eyes

he watched her brain melt and seep
through his
w i d e s p r e a d fingers

& these webs that could not hold held what could not catch hold

Naive to a Faulti.

"i need to write."

ii.

each & every time i
cradle
an open-souled pen
in my fingers it sends this image
of you up between the
twin bones
in my forearm & shoots sparks through my shoulder joint
to my brain &

that still-frame
holds
steady;
my eyes fizz & glow gold glow

individual letters chase each other back
down my arm &
out
before i can open my concrete
lids from a blink

iii.

what i'm trying to say is that
when i passed through you it was like submerging myself in bathwater-
you pressed too hot onto my face
& every voice that wasn't yours echoed so horribly that conversation with the outside world was impossibl

HermittedAllow me
to peel the shadows from the
caves of your face
(my eager thumbtips in your lightless places)
to prod, to coax,
to lead you from shelter into space

Ah! but for the sun to nest in the moon's gentle crest!
for them both to lick the sky;
to bathe each-other in soul-seeking light:
to mix, mingle and
m e s h h h h h h

lonely > alone
empty eyes weep for the things they held

the forsaken moon starves itself dark

Seagazingeres:
fire-pit-pit-of-my-stomach
feeling,
warm champagne for my insides
vos me caes
like
Autumn's daylight sliding down my throat-
seeping in through the holes in my skin until my kidneys glow

white-blue

waves-like-wings to carry me cos
i've dreamt of soaring this underworld
contigo
with heavy limbs &
f o u r in-this-moment eyes,
keeping "Far" far away

Let's don't quite recall the deep breaths we took, only why we took them.

For Fear You Would Die Fasteryour attenuate bones
clik clak
clak
against each other
against my anklespooled
in the foot of this sleeping bag

they summon up
eighty-eight goose-bumps taught to sing
evanescence in the summer(.)
we loved.

now: see-
through skin
for your viewing pleasurereasoning with irresponsible tendons
writhing cos we were we are one
typewriter with two dry
mouths,
fifty-six detac
hed teeth

"never more than one hundred hand breadths apart and never more"

Exoskeletonizationgutted star! an
earthy delusion inviting
death, widely-jawed

my printless fingers acrost the
braille symmetry of your eyelashes

yes.
i read him like poetry.
right up until arm's-length was too far away

gutless serpent! his
pupils crost the street and hoisted themselves into my car with me. they lived in the folds of that passenger's seat, staring decidedly in my direction as i fled to the coast. i broke right at the first sign of the ocean. weary tires hit sand. i opened every window to let in every drop of breeze. gulls welcomed me and pecked up the raisin-esque middles-of-your-eyes. i did not try to stop them.

Be One's LotI, Traveler,
have leagues to go.

Sing me home
acrost these star-topped mountains
sing me home.

many moons yet
must fill our lonely eyes before mine
grizzley-hearted boy
nests my jaw in his palms

I, Weary Traveler,
have a lifetime of daybreaks to spend-

Hold me whole
beneath this star-strewn night
hold me whole

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a side-lying vesuvius:
we barely sputtered before we
b u r s t -

bloodied confetti on downtown streets

to the boats too late
kill the baby quickly

or not or
not,
for the delicate preservation of one
life-not-clutched
closely

enough

UnbearableDear Peter,

I wanna know you the way grandpa archie knows his KFC original recipe chicken breast. I'll crack those rib bones and suck down your marrow and your meat. More than that, though, I'll remember the spaces between them- like those things we wordlessly agree not to mention.

How our first kiss felt like the dud firework that lay on its side, forever dormant
And how even now I turn my cheek to you when you lean in.

How every time I catch your eyes I flinch because I know I don't deserve that look
And how later I'll sketch it out, penciling pity into those sea-swept eyes to explain to my mirror what they must have seen in me.

You

Undeliveredor:
how to write to peter

i. sprinkle pixie dust on
one feather of a whisper

ii. blow a kiss to nudge
the dictations of your heart
from a fourth-story windowsill

iii. crawl (sloth-toed) onto the roof
& stretch your third eye
to watch your letter cross state lines

iv. shiver restlessly until

v. suddenly!

vi. you feel your feather of a whisper
nestle in his concave
mailbox:
the space where his left collarbone meets his neck strings

"if i were you i would want me back"

Elizai.

your mother swallowed acid
fireflies
extacy-

these locked your stubborn fetal jaw,
lit you up from behind lidless eyes.

[ ], stoke that fire,
spoon-feed those flames 'til they rise:
to warm and loosen your vocal chords,
to melt your heart.

ii.

Paul could not
cannot
read

ghost letters in
grey ink

iii.

shake the son but
shun the daughter.
what madness,

what madness is this?

iv.

something of a beautiful deceit,
she was.
not that she's not now, i just
wouldn't.

know.

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by ~londonrey, Sep 18, 2012, 4:31:10 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

words are shadows. our
sooty followers, b(l)ack
stabbers

chest deep in lava & she wades
deeper in hopes
her name will fly
frantic from your lips

enslaved to your inattention
words are wounds, clumsy
self-scars &

you are the penknife in my right hand

alexzanderby ~londonrey

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swamp water
dead flies
your eyes
rot.

"pain is just a simple compromise"
-misguided ghosts, paramore

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~Stopsel Nov 4, 2012

Good lord, I miss you.

~MirellaBailey Oct 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I'm so happy to see this... I love the way you form your poetry. It's so unique and interesting and eye-catching, and I've missed it.

*UnspecifiedUnknown Oct 2, 2012 Writer

^{london i've missed you and your blissful writing.
this was my first intake of crisp, autumn air, and i
thank you}

~psithurisms Oct 1, 2012 Writer

^{oh my god
you're back
<3

and still as beautiful with words as ever}

~breathingglassstars Sep 22, 2012 Writer

_{i missed you so
♥}

~londonrey Sep 23, 2012

I missed you too.
Link me to something of yours I should read, eh? <3

~breathingglassstars Oct 6, 2012 Writer

_{aw, okay, here's something i've been feeling lately [link] ♥ how is everything?}

~empyrealblaze Sep 21, 2012 Student General Artist

Love it. "Enslaved to your inattention". I know people like that. It is cutting and gorgeous in its language, but relatable. Bravo.

~londonrey Sep 23, 2012

Oh thank you so much!! <3 I'm glad you found it relatable. ^_^

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