THE SHINING LIGHTBULBS OF HER EYES
by Zack on May.17, 2012, under Poetry, Words
THE SHINING LIGHTBULBS OF HER EYES
porcelain cold, a shiver
of recognition switching
to
:;:
we are a room,
together, un—
furnished, bare
neverywhere waits
beyond the window,
beyond our lurking
reflections.
(Building from BATHROOM)
HE WAS JUST A MOUTH (from the archives)
by Zack on May.17, 2012, under Archive, Poetry
he was just a mouth
and at night you could hear his teeth rattle,
gazing up at the stars
which were reflected in his pearly enamel—
he was just a mouth
and during the day his chapped lips stayed closed,
bits of skin flaking off
and drifting into the swirling winds—
LIMPID
by Zack on May.16, 2012, under Poetry, Words
LIMPID
horizon girdled moon,
slipping higher, pale
painted by the panting
sun, splotchy, stretching
free of the curving sill,
rising until she shakes
off the sighing day.
“LIKE A TUBER AGGLOMERATING VERY DIVERSE ACTS”
by Zack on May.16, 2012, under Poetry, Words
“LIKE A TUBER AGGLOMERATING VERY DIVERSE ACTS”
sunflower seed shells
salivary, heaped next
to the wastebin, a single
smoldering cigarette
waiting, unsmoked enough
to catch the eye of the
boy willing to brush away
a strangers lips and leavings
for that craving he is unwilling
to voice.
EVERYTHING I NEED I ALREADY HAVE (from the archive)
by Zack on May.16, 2012, under Archive, Poetry, Words
EVERYTHING I NEED I ALREADY HAVE
everything
I need I
already have:
poiulkjh:
mnvytre,
gfsdcxz—
wqsa.
CHILD’S PLAY (rev)
by Zack on May.15, 2012, under Poetry, Revision, Uncategorized
CHILD’S PLAY (rev)
he watched the children, not realizing, as they gathered the clay with their
grubby hands, pouring into rusty lidded steel beach buckets, moved with reverence, each heap of soil held in their hands treated as if it were worth more than the clothes their mothers bought for them, slowly deepening the pit they sat around, as silent as the muted television strobing in the empty house. he watched the children as they fished a worn shoebox from a white swooshed book bag with, then as they took out a Walmart shopping bag, carefully lifting the well worn box-top, soft and felted from their caressing fingers, watched as they cupped their hands to guide a tiny something into the bag—he saw the flash of bright yellow feathers, the muffled chirp, as they forced some miner’s friend into the artificial confines of the sack. something fluttered, a grandmother’s name was quietly evoked in their high, soft voices and then the struggling bag was placed into the pit, a sacrifice to be carefully covered, each tiny fist of dirt slowly healing the wound they had torn into the ground.
THIRTEEN FINGERS
by Zack on May.15, 2012, under Poetry
THIRTEEN FINGERS
bacterial heart,
a pin drop,
uncluttered, what’s
unsaid—stones far
from shore, un—
smoothing as they
sink below the desk,
false wood, never
drifted, crooner singing
of that singer’s tower,
that place where all
songs enter the dark,
waxy tunnel.
UTOPIATE
by Zack on May.15, 2012, under Poetry, Words
UTOPIATE
split that violent indigo
oil sheen shining 100%
cellphone screen bright.
daydream painkillers
for viral distribution
due for daily hand out.
all possible that has
been possible, simply
thwarted, momentarily
tell yourself, lie about
the telling being a lie
until everything is true.
FIRST LOVE (from the archive)
by Zack on May.15, 2012, under Archive, Poetry, Words
FIRST LOVE
first loves are basements
to keep hearts dark and
slightly moist, still afraid
of light and fresh air.
“BUT WHAT CARE I FOR WORDS?”
by Zack on May.12, 2012, under Poetry, Words
“BUT WHAT CARE I FOR WORDS?”
let them slip
from your fingers
thin black
squirming things
or wet fragile
vibrations escaping
their masticatory
prison, loose to
be misheard and
blown away, seed-
like, by the wind.
-
Under a TVSky
Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible.
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