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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Gravity Poems




SOUL COMPOST
OR THE DARK SIDE OF ORGANIC


I THINK I FOUND
THE LIME WEDGE
IN THE COMPOST I WAS TURNING
FROM THE GIN AND TONIC
I WAS DRINKING
ON THE NIGHT I REALLY FUCKED UP

TO TELL THE TRUTH

I HAVE NEVER ENJOYED
THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE
SPEAKING OF BOYFRIENDS PAST

MISCOMMUNICATION

I SHOUTED HOW MUCH
I LOVE YOU
YOU ONLY HEARD ME SHOUTING
AT YOU

ALTERNATE ENDING

I WONDER HOW THIS PLAY
WOULD HAVE ENDED
HAD YOU NOT VACATED THE SEAT
NEXT TO MINE
LEAVING IT OPEN
FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO SIT IN

FOUNDATION

HAVING INHERITED NO SOLID GROUND
FROM OUR PARENTS
WE BUILT OUR HOME
ON THE ONLY LAND AVAILABLE TO US
THE SHIFTING SAND BY THE SEA

INEVITABLEY
THE WAVES RUSHED IN
AND TORE US APART



ENDING THE BLAME GAME

IT WAS NOT YOU
THAT KILLED THAT PART OF ME
IT WAS I WHO LET IT DIE

HOW THIS STORY GOES

WE FUCKED EACH OTHER
ON DIRTY SHEETS

SCREEN PORN

WOMEN,
COME TO FIND OUT,
HAVE MORE THAN
TWO DIMENSIONS

WHILE UNDER THIS SUN

I HOPE TO NEVER SPEAK TO YOU
IN A VOICE LOUDER
THAN A MUSEUM WHISPER

WHAT THE BLUE SKY ABOVE DENVER CITY TOLD ME

ON THIS DESERT LIES HOPE
YOU ARE NOT ON THIS DESERT
YOU ARE ON THE ONE BELOW IT


FACT

I DO NOT BELIEVE
IN NON-FICTION

NEAR A TREE

SQUIRRELS ARE FUNNY
BEES ARE AMAZING

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