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November 2011
78 posts
“Sexual desire is not a desire for sensations. It is a desire for a person: and I...”
– Roger Scruton (via graffitiesprit)
perspective to think about.
the 'c' word.
CUNT across boys carpet i unwittingly gave it a common name
it’s made of used handkerchiefs, it has only use, one use. it doesn’t taste like a fruit.
it looks like the stuffing coming out of a teddy bear.
that could just be me. i drag it across his bedroom floor to let him know,
‘i am purely a masturbatory rag!’ with one plot discrepancy. it’s only i
...
in debt to walkie talkie.
nirvana on the challenge machine, i am bleak and fearless of death.
magnetic to sewing needles, strictly a loser parade, abiding to the black matter in my head.
forever the dead car in a driveway
my emotions are dragons, pinching on behalf of the unicorn. they unify. they become one giant head snoring on my lap for weeks on overdrive.
by goo, november 2011.
babyjaneis-a-bside:
She writes about animals, understands the language of fur-markings, the eyes of deer as they fall down dead defeated by the hunter. That’s where we differ: I understand the hunter. She’s 36, she’s plain-Jane biology-studied moon-lady. I’m going to be her girl with a gun and I’m going to kill the sex symbol association there.
blondie
it was the grooviest when a light source pressurized against my eyes. meanwhile, a life force
is swapping spit with me. we’re
dodging the shit. sink hole is open, with furry fingers trying to reach the ground
to lift himself up. orange and pink, creamsicle borealis.
multiplication sweeps in and out for us girls in those magician boxes, weird recollections a loosely...
Here's A Story For The Kids: The Theological... →
biblesanddiscardedchildren:
11, 12, 13, 14, 15, (sweet, sweet statutory!) 16, sixteen, sixteen, sexteen, sex teen, sex, teen, teen sex.
she becomes (he’s not ashamed to call her) a woman.
The Theological Suspension of the Ethical
bloody messes, ruby-red lips (falling in love with clichés) perky nipples, downy…
this is so amazing! i don’t know why they didn’t post the...
bad surgery
venom punched into my arms leisurely
so now watch me drive at an increasingly illegal speed
i’m a mule with a grey hump ‘mad people, they’re marbles,’
poked the sticks. injury serves in a bathtub &it is going carelessly awry.
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vintage bleuuuurgh
girl on the corner, a serious trigger baby, sway, while turning into your confirmation appearance-
...
little teeth big
euphoric sun trying to bust up over a plateau made of all the girls &boys swimming on beds
they look at nights last moment as if it’s the very end- they forgot their locker codes.
how will it leave any bigger? it’s the centerpiece of logic to them, in its single dimension,
never so ready for its movie moment.
the focus is so blurred. way out west, a pelican swings...
7, south shore.
” for sex in the trunk of my vehicle,” proclaimed the low-functioning police man, “i would pay.” the loudspeaker hears
nothing, it’s been stabbed. i’m putting my ear next to
a shell, yard sale find from earlier, feels long ago. my palms voice speaks in psychobabble. WWJD? left closet in head’s house replies, “he’d go catatonic.”
total leash trapping legs by the knees,...
chromatichouse:
I urge you to sign this petition as opposed to others, as this is the official White House website’s petition about SOPA/the bill to restrict internet rights/turn us into China.
sorry, isn’t china like totally skyrocketing right now or something? isn’t censorship already everywhere? if i want to put a poem up on a website, doesn’t it have to wait a...
replacement of my vanity mirror of my dreams.
today, here. i’ve been reciting what i’ve given the name ‘my poems’ openly. “i want a boy to paint my body pink, tell me i’m his alien, a gift from outerspace. ‘i want him to tell me ‘you are sturdy’, when i’m a rocking fetus, not feeling good enough for life. ‘if we ever catch fleas, he would collect them in...
“Distance vanishes, the absence
of distance pushes against the eyes.”
– Margaret Atwood, from “A Boat” in Selected Poems, 1976-1986 (via proustitute)
in the mouth of a stray dog.
highness. the gift ofsong has come upon me. i made one record it’s spinning, spinning,we’re allgetting oh sodizzy, spitting
fresh microbe chainmail
egoless catharsis, the feminist (wearing a looseleaf frock) meditation, the baby duck-both myhopelessdeterminists, dog toys beside babies breath,
first...
film school
frame one
i did a raindance in my kitchen i’ll bet you i looked out of it.
i was poking sewing needles into the fairy cocoon, green splatter on the side of the ceiling.
promising myself it was going to rain
delicate sprites absinthe trances &watercolors by amy brown
a reindeer was fleeting.
frame two
there’s a big red indian inklet dripped down ...
glittering red shoes.
dorothy gable understudy. troubled little whore. beta-female.spider without a bite.
fell on her head, in a stroller, as an infant. foot run over at seven years. no such thing as pressure from physicality warp.
fluxed vibration. it sang loud, ended, than conclusively seemed standoffish. never covered her ears.
superfluous sheet music killed her skeletor stand.
flicked...
one mommy said to the other.
‘i need signs. signs. so many goddamn motherfucking signs to guide my way. street exits! refer me to my next trail blaze! ‘ furry bee proclaimed inside a safe jar.
one pinch from her backbone would be a disgusting final trail. ‘i’ll show a sign.
a holograph- one of what i mean to say,’
‘don’t ever show me...
neurosociopathy.
i called one doctor a rocket ship, never so ready for blast-off. so he’d agree. let’s break the sound barrier.
he gargled amazon river down his throat. he ripped labels off pill bottles- little pink dolphin underbellies, gathered. he called them dirt, piled inside. i read a book.
next, i gave it to the doctor. it was a paperweight, other books ...
STRAITJACKET OF PEARLS, collection by goo, 2011
death in my bed.
muscles breathing in spiderwebs i keep in my head and dust out when it feels apt
to get rid of my insanity temporarily to be mindful and at one with clinically diagnosed ailments. existence is a false promise a broken engagement ring we’re led to believe is all that’s real. when there is a point ambition breaks us and makes us forget about what isn’t real...
cbt damages delta fixation.
yellow piss in the sky, obnoxious, appearing
in open blue ben day dots (everywhere forming) (comic book cosmo) (“brace yourselves”)!
why don’t you call yourself the patron saint of self worth less ness,
chop off your pecker, seal it in an envelope
and drop it in my...
UNSTITCHED MOUTH COLLISION collection by goo,...
the hieroglyphics translated coveted a planet. filled with grave storms and flowers of their choice. i grew to unveil grapefruits split open, a tilting battleship sinking into a frying pan long forgotten by its hoarders. bubble swollen christian desire, a warped television and a prank phone call, i feel your sentences holding hands and swinging arms back and forth. a deafening neck...
constellation althea, p.3
astronaut in a canteen, door wide open eyelashes shapeshifting asteroids singing out of the corner of my eye,
it is my bedroom. i lay on my back, call myself althea.
black stars- fraternal twins, of glittering capacity swirling into me. how do
you do. i’m althea.
planets, still barely attracted to light home is too.
shut eye. fright
...
acoustic althea. p.2
twig digged deep between eggshells& fruit-stripes that tasted like
ginger snaps, tattoo on tongue risen
in front of ballerina- slipper- wallpaper- border. althea. two hands, stained hot pink hair dye another thought menstrual masturbation,
brought her hands to flail.
orphans in leaf piles, busting baroque. umbrella for
the neighborhood.
hot...
althea p.1
althea guiding a white horse, cantering through a swamp. they stroke each others tails. they find shade flowers,
raised independently, no other place.
they birth a cannabis binge jumping rope, trembling on unsteady legs. something shrieks an SOS. they go past trees to check. the fog lives, their numbness tingles...
fever for ghosts
i saw christ, handsome & bored. he didn’t look at me. it felt like a stroll in brooklyn. ,worshipping.
went home. devil let himself in, spare key
under doormat. he skinned my body off me & i knew what i looked like, no longer vicariously. no more guessing games.
for &inspired by daniel johnston, by goo, november...
affectionate
I TOLD HIM, ‘it’s all relative. i’m a filled up sink with toy boats in my head’.
i laid on the couch all damn day
my head, faucet sounds, but honey. thick. drooling
out of my biggest pores. no sunspot for show’n’tell.
the old movies, i’m praying to them. asking
for answers, not hope. it’s not paranoid. i am bad deeds, ‘push me...
stoned pilgrims.
think i’m attacking you. think you’re attacking me. it’s all in your head.
rags, peachy meaning. its heart aches with the
bow/arrow/target of sewing needles. mummification
of facial recognition. it’s
easy to read you’re lonely with just one voice.
it once rained ovaries, snakes, clots
a crazy woman, pulled her trigger: school of...
involuntary drama queen.
something big happened
everyone watched tv or listened to am radio.
pure static. i was inside
my room, going more inside obsessed with idiocy
male attention. toast diets. sneaking in cigarettes- a window sill party. i am a party.
a crying my skin off. b breaking the house phone. c kicking the wall new wounds. mind braided with objectivity. the ocean seems forever....
bad skunk.
1 a man is melting into his cement footprints
unlaces his boots, grabs balloons commences defying gravity.
2 in a coma. lovers are lies, girl &your ashtray is quite muddy. it smells.
3 daughter-in-law is madmadmad. exiled. bad influence (no overlooking forlorn, here).
4 take off your bridesmaid dress. it suits you.
...
XO, DUMBFUCK collection by goo, 2011.
weird neighbors.
* * * look at those stars ain’t * * **** ****they something.
hungover every morning, you aim at them with that dingy flyswatter -the walls
are stickier than your first wet dream.
* * ***a, b, c. one, two, three. * * *****b*e*n*z*o. *
* elephant.
para- noid house wife makes mess daddy pEaCh bALLs will lick it all up.
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stargazer, tentacles, dog paddle...
