Monthly Archives: March 2011

Through my cracked and dime-store lips

Posted on March 25, 2011 by Beauty in the Blur

She lifts her skirt up to her knees and walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing. I never learned to count my blessings, I choose instead to dwell in my disasters. I walk on down the hill, through grass grown tall … Continue reading →

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The longer you think, the less you know what to do

Posted on March 24, 2011 by Beauty in the Blur

But oh, my talking bird, though your feathers are tattered and furled, I’ll love you all your days – ’til the breath leaves your delicate frame. The longer you think, the less you know what to do.

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That tiny grace

Posted on March 23, 2011 by Beauty in the Blur

    Your depths made a pressure that punctured my works And all your fluids couldn’t tolerate the force of my thirst I love the place where we shared our tiny grace But just because it’s real doesn’t mean it’s … Continue reading →

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This is why hell is underground

Posted on March 23, 2011 by Beauty in the Blur

The end’s not near, it’s here. Hallelujah! Spread the cheer and watch the Millenarians throw a party for a thousand years. You won’t see the pious praying. They’ll be too busy flaying all the martyrs with better ways to stop the world … Continue reading →

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Like a thief I would have to pursue at all times, at all costs

Posted on March 21, 2011 by Beauty in the Blur

I listened to a lecture of nonsense until dawn by a plagiary poet with dark glasses on He said, “How did you ever dream up that song? The one where the baby dies?” I said, “I’ll tell you the secret, … Continue reading →

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An Honest Mistake

Posted on March 11, 2011 by Beauty in the Blur

People – they don’t mean a thing to you. They move right through you, just like your breath. But sometimes I still think of you. And I just want you to know, my old friend, that I swear I never meant for this. Don’t look at … Continue reading →

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