September 2009

Bones

by Chelovek September 28, 2009

(an oldie but thought it fitting these days…) Long lines hugged the side of the building extending down the block and curving out of sight, bones stuck out of cheeks, fingers wrapped in rags with dirt under finger nails yellowed from stubbed cigarettes, men looked out from collars flipped up to hide a profile, smoke [...]

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AND UPON THE FINAL BREATH THEY FINALLY BROKE THE PANE

by BillyPilgrim September 27, 2009

Thieves sit by the windowsill, Outside this old and tilted home, They Pick their teeth and tap their feet Fretfully poised with a drifting juvenility. They pry at aged and rusted frames. They pant with deep and heavy breaths. They are wicked. They are bold. They are wraithlike apparitions Of a one-time effervescence, Now paled [...]

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coop d’e tat

by Ce September 22, 2009

why so glum dear friend not entertained anymore? time to fly the coop

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Wires

by zero/of/the/day September 21, 2009

Telephone. Answer. Hello? Hi. Anything? No. Sure? Yup. Wow. Yup. Over? Yup. Hurts. True. But… No. But… No! … But… Stop. ok. but…

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Simple notes on a bus

by Netters September 16, 2009

One jibber jabbers across the isle towards an empty audience. While the other stares outside with his thick bottle glasses. Load. Cock. Aim. Shoot. Bang. Bang. I got you. Words being written, while corner eyes starring. Silencing the paranoid and creating the crazy.

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Walking Away With A Puffed Up Chest.

by besatree September 16, 2009

Sometimes it’s ok to feel overly joyous about the small things, enjoy sheer ecstasy from the most minuscule of victories and revel in the tiniest of wins. Sometimes…. its’ ok to hit 6 pins and feel triumphant. Smile…. we all did something.

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J.C. Is Dead and Billy Pilgrim and Otto De Fe have Written…

by BillyPilgrim September 14, 2009

If we ever happen to plateau, We hope it happens without crash carts and heart needles And morphine drips down the tap. Son of a bar owner, you wonder why house cats leave the room screeching when you come. You must know that everyone knows that junkies are truly the great torturers of cats… You [...]

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It’s that time of year again!

by zero/of/the/day September 10, 2009

Happy birthday, you beautiful bastards. We still here.

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Any night

by Chelovek September 8, 2009

Good people from bad motels handshakes and whisky shots mahogany and old men fuse into one smoke stains follow the top of the pool cues cock-tails/rings lackluster performances of what flirtation used to be Kino slips and cheap wine circles drowsy eyes with visions of grandeur long passed with the drink before last thoughts landlocked [...]

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i feel I wont be persecuted for this here

by rottenrocks September 4, 2009

the world feels like an orgy room. thrusting. sweating. thumping.  and I am fully clothed. in the corner, fith of whiskey.  laughing.  laughing like a kid at the most simple,  imaginitary figure he can think of.  but this is real people.  living, fucking, feeling.  unlike me, with fith in my hand.  numbing where only these [...]

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If They belong in Quotes, There’s a Good Shot We Belong in Jail

by Otto DeFe September 4, 2009

You were made of sticks and blood, Yes, you are merely matter You were made of flesh and stones, A flask of ideal, idle chatter I often remember that vague-ish day That they came to take your parts away I often remember that sort of day For that was the day That those we called [...]

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inspired by the desert

by Criss September 2, 2009

The wind breaks the silence In the desolate desert Thirst never quenched Fruitful berries remain dry Thoughtless cactus pierce the air Mocking beauty with the blooming flower Its silhouette stands still Against a blazing sun A harsh world A restless spirit Time forgotten Diluted in a wasteland There is no beauty here Only thirst and [...]

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Yestertoday

by zero/of/the/day September 2, 2009

This whisper lends imagination to the tremblingest of ears, appeasing none but the squatters.  A shadow, a tribal rhythm of nimble soldiers in a goosestep of deliverance.  Tend my flock and they will be shorn in your honor.  Pet me, I swear I’m worn in.  I drank plenty tonight, trying to grasp that watching you [...]

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More Better

by zero/of/the/day September 2, 2009

The possibilities light my eyes with a ferocity I’ve never experienced, sidelined me quicker than a shredded hamstring.  Calculation and forethought have never been more irrelevant.  She could break my feeble heart as I write this, I’d thank her for the oppurtunity.  This wandering phalanx rescued from drought, this island suddenly inhabited. Sleep soundly, my [...]

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