1. dig trees

    trixclibrarian:

    mine leaves
    the words out
    for all eternity
    like cookies
    for santa

    but everyday
    is not christmas

    elves who go barefoot
    do not make good shoes
    morning nor night

    although fat men do fly
    it is not on the wings
    of rain or deer

    red noses
    come from drink
    not magic

    and all the dirt balls
    belong planted

    before the autumn
    storms

     

  2. hardcore
    hard corps

    a band of women
    parkour
    artists

    {i’m hot for}

    gall-peters
    maps
    superpowers

    naps
    the direction
    a cloth weaved
    lays

    how many days
    in a row
    a person can go

    sitting still
    without

    raising
    a finger

    against
    lips

    to heart
    to each 
    breast

    in a circle
    not unlike
    a year

    or a wall
    of peaceful

    nonviolent
    people

     
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  4. tabloid

    how ironic & ridiculous
    spending our days re-rehearsing
    when what the world craves
    is not performance
    but raw exposure

    wrote this forever ago
    found it deep in my drafts today
    when i came up from air silence
    and got a breath, a whiff, of nude celebrity leakage
    interesting it is mostly only women
    but it hardly deserves our attention
    given
    everything else we ignore
    as far as
    tragedy goes

    it’s the system
    of exalting people
    to begin with
    i object to

    and the writers
    (like me here)
    who feel it gives
    us a voice to
    bother
    with

     

  5. come

    masonry
    artly irregularity
    built not of brick squared
    but stone weathered slow
    upright mosaic
    wall to door
    wood

    gate
    rapping
    knocked
    knuckles
    inquiry
    fenced
    out

    jelly
    like dough
    nuts cozy
    on the inside
    oozing sweet
    goldenrod
    light

    into the street
    of my eyes

     

  6. dig trees

    mine leaves
    the words out
    for all eternity
    like cookies
    for santa

    but everyday
    is not christmas

    elves who go barefoot
    do not make good shoes
    morning nor night

    although fat men do fly
    it is not on the wings
    of rain or deer

    red noses
    come from drink
    not magic

    and all the dirt balls
    belong planted

    before the autumn
    storms

     
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  8. he’s winky now - his eyeball’s melty

     
  9. Mike’s garden for lunch

     
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