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We are bruises
With the blackened blues.
We got coal in our stockings.
We got holes in our stocks and
We are wading through styrofoam snow.
Scratching vinyl,
And biting everything except our nails.
Yes, we did in fact get dressed in the dark.
With our lights out,
It's less dangerous.
When we're on TV,
They blur out our faces.
We are the chairoscuro craters
On your Elysian landscapes.
The firecracker on the cake.
The sideshow to your perfect circus.
Broke and bent and black and blue
And read all over.
We are bruises
And we like it rough.
With the blackened blues.
We got coal in our stockings.
We got holes in our stocks and
We are wading through styrofoam snow.
Scratching vinyl,
And biting everything except our nails.
Yes, we did in fact get dressed in the dark.
With our lights out,
It's less dangerous.
When we're on TV,
They blur out our faces.
We are the chairoscuro craters
On your Elysian landscapes.
The firecracker on the cake.
The sideshow to your perfect circus.
Broke and bent and black and blue
And read all over.
We are bruises
And we like it rough.
Literature
Volpi.
You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat –
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see t
Literature
the flower club
dear preacher,
i've got something to admit
last sunday
i was in the field
i was watching the flowers get dressed
well they're just so pretty naked
petals tucked into their sides
and watching them unfold
i was watching them pull down the sunrise
and put it on themselves
so i'm a sinner for it
cause i watched them bathe, too
stand around together in the shower
a hundred ladies in their beautiful skins
pink small ones
big blue proud ones
letting the droplets collect and residue
on their finery and shamelessly bare leaves
well that's my confession preacher
i watch the flowers strip and tease
Literature
Shallow Water
It was just a little kiddie pool in the backyard, unlovely pink-and-yellow plastic under the hot summer sun. But on those nights when Mom came home from the swing shift tired and met Daddy sitting in the kitchen angry, it was Amy’s only sanctuary.
She wasn’t a sound sleeper. Her parents still talked about how it had taken her infant self six months to sleep more than two or three hours at a time. During the school year, when her life was full of classes and friends and sports, it was easier to drop off, but summer nights were always more difficult. They were hotter, for one thing, and the long, indolent, inactive days often left
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Just a sentimental piece about some friends and myself and the curiosities of a whole mob of people who don't quite belong. Enjoy, that's an order.
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Too bad you hate cake... or else that line would have made it perfect for me.
I did enjoy it though. Very creative piece young man.
I did enjoy it though. Very creative piece young man.