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my face is a grenade and my tongue is the pin

Current Music: Takénobu - Toki Doki

When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal.

pity this busy monster,manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victum(death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
-electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange;lenses extend

unwish through curving wherewhen until unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born-pity poor flesh

and trees,poor stars and stones,but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if-listen:there's a hell
of a good universe next door;let's go

- e. e. cummings

Current Music: Diamanda Galás with John Paul Jones - Devil's Rodeo

When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal.

Current Music: Diamanda Galás with John Paul Jones - Devil's Rodeo

The Tower of Babel goes round and around and
the Lab'rinth of Minos goes up and goes downwards
We're locked in a maze and we're trapped in a tower —
confused words and bullheaded men are there with us

The minotaurs take the words and hold them closely,
they step and they twirl and they swirl and they dance, and
They rise through the maze, and they turn `round the tower,
escaping their prison, approaching their heaven

We remember Icarus, put away our wings,
and pull out our dancing shoes, get on the floor, and
We lurchingly, stumblingly follow the dancers,
their steps have become like Aryadne's thread to us

The call of yardwork rings around my head;
it threatens, buzzes, wheedles and cajoles.
When all i'd rather do is hide in bed,
instead i rise to prune trees and fill holes.
The canine fecal quantity alarms;
the lawns, both front and back, could hide Viet Cong.
I breathe and brace myself and flex my arms,
and shear away the branches grown o'erlong.
With shovel, paddle armed, the poop i glean,
a task Herculean in scope and deed.
But i mispeak, `tis Sisyphus i mean --
Those dogs excrete no sooner than they feed!
The mower's roar declares, "Your time has come!
O crying grass, my blade will strike you dumb!"

Current Music: Michael Penn - By The Book

Current Music: Michael Penn - By The Book

The sun rises
I see the stripes
Red lashes on a slave's back
I see the stars
One for each conquest
I hear the flag
It says, "Kill."
And i do

And the flag is my shroud
And as i am lowered
Into the land of the freed
And the home of the dead
I hear the flag
Whispering to my children

The sun rises
I see the stripes
Red lashes on a slave's back
I see the stars
One for each conquest
I hear the flag
It says, "Kill."
And i do

And the flag is my shroud
And as i am lowered
Into the land of the freed
And the home of the dead
I hear the flag
Whispering to my children

reach up
touch the sky
and feel your hands
pricked by the stars
shredded by the crescent moon
incinerated by the sun

let go
turn around
walk home
your knuckles furrow the ground
the dirt strips away your flesh

come back tomorrow
and catch clouds
with your bony claws

reach up
touch the sky
and feel your hands
pricked by the stars
shredded by the crescent moon
incinerated by the sun

let go
turn around
walk home
your knuckles furrow the ground
the dirt strips away your flesh

come back tomorrow
and catch clouds
with your bony claws

poking my arms through the holes in her brick wall didn't use mortar and outstretched fingertips clutch slip as she dallies behind her fortress teasing back and back again shove farther deeper inside touch and let your fingers dance rearrange them bricks and make a castle an altar a cairn oh no oh no and she leaves you there to pull yourself out empty grave empty heart stands alone unwelcoming yet you circle endlessly waiting for solace shelter sanctuary which is no longer for you and never will be again

nobody thinks about the sky
as it lies above, covering it all

they say you can't see the sky for the sun,
and the sky is blue;
sky blue is sad blue,
sad because it's ignored

sometimes it will roll the clouds in
so people won't know how blue the sky is,
but this façade never lasts
and always dissolves in tears

but the sun always sets
and, as it vanishes, the sky turns to different hues
and rejoices, for it is now seen and admired
as the sun dies for the day

but the golden orb is gone,
and too late the sky realizes that it needs the sun;
it is too dark to see the sky now,
which, perhaps, is a small comfort;

for the sky is not pretty
when it is boiling black with anger

nobody thinks about the sky
as it lies above, covering it all

they say you can't see the sky for the sun,
and the sky is blue;
sky blue is sad blue,
sad because it's ignored

sometimes it will roll the clouds in
so people won't know how blue the sky is,
but this façade never lasts
and always dissolves in tears

but the sun always sets
and, as it vanishes, the sky turns to different hues
and rejoices, for it is now seen and admired
as the sun dies for the day

but the golden orb is gone,
and too late the sky realizes that it needs the sun;
it is too dark to see the sky now,
which, perhaps, is a small comfort;

for the sky is not pretty
when it is boiling black with anger

wine red - the color of amnesia; it cleanses the sorrows, but not the memories; it ebbs the tide of hurt, but cannot contain it

crushed orange - the color of false promises; of incipient solace; of loneliness

ledbetter yellow - the color of passing through yet leaving something behind; of the fragmenting of self

cabrini green - the color of misery; the misery of having, yet still wanting; the misery of insecurity; the misery of ignorance

moon blue - the color of opportunities rare and misspent; of bad luck; of blind hope

girl indigo - the color of dying love; of brooding; of failure to communicate

heart violet - the color of never-healed wounds, reopened, salted, and rubbed; of violence and hatred

below the red,
beyond the violet,
lies the happiness
that we cannot see