1. text~ure

     

  2. 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

     

  3. 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

     

  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

     

  7. toward the far

    a riverful
    of unfinished business
    rushes between us
    grass thick to purify
    water we wade in
    i step forward
    you scramble back
    toward the far
    bank
    my loose stack
    rock cairn
    toppled in
    your haste
    laughing in
    your careless
    splash
    and lather
    there
    is nothing
    wasted

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  8. solid reality

    the quieted
    screaming mimi
    reveals the sounds
    of the practical
    rest of me

    where once
    neurosis
    tore down
    the walls
    of exhaustion

    now healthier
    my body
    insistent
    in its collapsing
    runs right
    into them

    sinks
    and demands
    more sleep

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  9. piece of paper
    ripped
    thunder beats
    two sheets
    separate
    torn the curtain
    word split
    sleep
    a ragged
    end edgy
    pulled back
    from the safety
    to unrest

     

  10. a ventriloquist
    with a squirrel doll
    dog throws his voice
    down the hall
    where the barking comes
    from wakes up
    in the morning
    without a collar
    but I can’t find it
    anywhere no matter
    how hard I look
    or ignore it

     

  11. no umbrella, no trench coat

    arena full
    crowd of light
    strikes and stabbings
    vulgar flashings
    in sinister bolts
    to fields of corn
    all around
    my dark
    center stage
    neighborhood
    storm reconnaissance
    the suddenly vacant
    street devoid
    of cat
    and rabbit
    then us
    the end
    abrupt
    unfinished finish
    to my dog’s
    nightly walk

    electrified
    but dry
    nonetheless

     

  12. awful impossibilities
    made possible
    even awfuller
    comparison
    such an efficient
    thief

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  13. notes for some prose about our connection

    embedded
    invisible
    metaphor
    {hidden meaning}

    "careers"
    » » “success”
    ~~~~~~”celebrity”

    economic unfeasibility
    coupled with
    socio-psycho-neurological impossibility

    intimacy
    enrichment
    via connection
    and their relation
    inevitably to scale

    about not wanting to create
    records or documentation of art
    but rather art itself
    alive in the moment

    collaboration
    preserved
    when the artifact
    is destroyed

    understanding
    zen monk sand art
    for the first time
    eyes open wide

    blown past
    my lashes

    nothing with the potential
    to feed the individual ego

    nurture the humble
    collective lee
    the sea alive
    pooled beneath
    the storm
    of each
    element
    isolated and raging
    above

    awake we sit
    dipping in
    the pool of consciousness
    and pouring it over
    our own heads
    back into the never ending
    collective

    in sleeping we lay back
    awash in the collective pool
    it splashes up into our dreams
    seemingly unselected
    not chosen
    unbidden

    what is the difference between
    soaking
    bathing
    and floating

    why do we insist
    on thinking we are dry
    we are all wet
    at our best

    Tagged #jillc #notes
     

  14. suckers & their beasts

    if dragon be greed
    vampire then is privilege

    invisible to itself
    non-reflective

    it rests easy
    by day

    draws its life
    blood from others
    by dark of night

    in silent stealth
    it escapes caped in
    flight

    pale
    white
    and cowardly

    undead
    against
    the living

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  15. don’t go
    chasing
    lavafalls
    water clouds
    evaporate up
    a rain
    turning red molten
    flesh black and lead-y
    again

    rocks and coals
    burn and cut
    our feet

    experience is
    costly
    information
    cheap