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Black streets in the dawning light
we punch out dissonant tap dances
we punch out dissonant tap dances
in high heels grinding out freedom
on the south side of suburbia
on the south side of suburbia
we remember the lost stars
and wonder if we're just faking,
or if our souls have curled up
in the night and relinquished
or if our souls have curled up
in the night and relinquished
their heartbeats to the sound
of the storms of traffic.
of the storms of traffic.
Cultural obsessions hold bottles
of vodka, wishing they could feel
the bacterial cultures bunching
in their battered chests.
Hyper but flaccid
we slump behind screens
and pour out missives in broken english
pushing keys into our fingers
slip sliding into madness
and sadness, and when we die,
we do it for the lulz.
of vodka, wishing they could feel
the bacterial cultures bunching
in their battered chests.
Hyper but flaccid
we slump behind screens
and pour out missives in broken english
pushing keys into our fingers
slip sliding into madness
and sadness, and when we die,
we do it for the lulz.
Literature
Silhouettes
That world
in between words
is where we exist -
Between
pen and ink
black and white...
Wedged
within margins
and lines
loose cogwheels of mind.
To others,
this void
tastes like
copper pennies
smells of
gasoline-soaked matches.
But together, we found
oblivion
immortality;
The silver lining -
A loving embrace
sweet telepathy,
transparency
and chemistry,
Our other half
resides
between
heart and soul,
thoughts and words,
And exists
where
blank space frames
ink and
page.
Literature
Metro poems
I. "Art Museum"
modern persian miniature on white leaflets;
a maze for lab ants.
II. "Kaiser in Paris"
a deadbeat in front de Franche-Comté;
patents for toilet paper.
III. "in Dingle"
the earliest casualties drowned at night,
driftwood in wilted, Irish fields.
IV. "The Mistake"
August 27 2012, an elephant awoke;
in Tampa, Florida.
~MK
Literature
Shamditions
is there anything worse
than insomnia?
maybe this voodoo doll
who just won't stop staring at me
or maybe it's the frustration
with myself and my inability
to go back to sleep
to write how I want
you do not rule me or my art
take your traditions and walk away
or I swear on my art
which is my life
I will rip your traditions to shreds
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Canadian History class produces some really weird depressing poetry for me...
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This piece as amazing imagery. I hung in their till the end simply for all the images that were running through my mind. You have a lovely way with words, and that final line? Superb.