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Here's my two cents:
we wasted time and dirtied ourselves
looting the ghost town, some imaginary place
our kiss, the aftertaste
the nightdance hickeys she left
the only problem is
i'm not from around here and she ages every moment
You see- i do allow myself the luxury of dreaming
but i missed the train;
she left, one ticket in her purse
a folded letter
repentance
and those old dreams, the dreams without form
---
I missed the train.
we wasted time and dirtied ourselves
looting the ghost town, some imaginary place
our kiss, the aftertaste
the nightdance hickeys she left
the only problem is
i'm not from around here and she ages every moment
You see- i do allow myself the luxury of dreaming
but i missed the train;
she left, one ticket in her purse
a folded letter
repentance
and those old dreams, the dreams without form
---
I missed the train.
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
Literature
Reykjavik For Lezayre
so slip, i stumble. fumble with the
doorknob and your key falls with me
im falling into - there you are
i see you in
these ports and the sea foam shades
of the fog that parts at dawn the day
before i find myself - here you are
i want to be left alone but -
it was the taste, salty and too sweet
it was too much and my tongue
is not appeasing or the tricks
that tease -
come close. still this one last time
there’s something underneath your
skin steady i want
inside
you - to see, how i memorize you
in every gasp that splits the air around
us and when you cum - crashing
Literature
no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
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So all but a handful of words here are from titles from the gallery of cristinewakesuphappy, I asked for people to let me poke through their works and write titlepoetry (sorta) for these last few days of NaPo (was getting lazy and brainburnt) and she was kind enough to volunteer. (Thanks so much!)
I liked the idea of the title of the first one; it seemed to fit the concept/project well and so I carried it over. I'm having a lot of fun doing this so I might continue a series of these past the end of NaPo with this if there is any interest out there for me to do so.
I liked the idea of the title of the first one; it seemed to fit the concept/project well and so I carried it over. I'm having a lot of fun doing this so I might continue a series of these past the end of NaPo with this if there is any interest out there for me to do so.
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