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Aloney (seven shorts)
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Aloney (seven shorts) |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
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1. Last night I dreamt that I was alone. Even my bones would have no part of me. I awoke to the moon and said things to her. She did not respond. She was whitening the sea. 2. Sometimes I wish I was a virgin, so I could worry on small things. Rather than knowing the truth of the matter, and having no way to practice my wings. 3. I bought my first one from Helena. If only my chapbooks were lovers. Her voice sparked blue fire in me. She wore a boyfriend the next time we met. I bought my second one from 'Stasia. If only my chapbooks were lovers. Some Texan princess at college from Austin. She had to fly back that night. So long. I bought one last night from Frankie. If only my chapbooks were lovers. The way she moved within the light, I wanted to write new poems on me. Small treatises of time away. If only my chapbooks were lovers. I wish my girlfriend would write a chapbook. Then I could see her during the day. 4. Last night I dreamt a plane was crashing. It went over Hollywood, bent tail blazing. Painted in the streaming searchlight of a car dealership. Before it exploded, I saw lighted windows with people pounding to let the sky in. Let the sky in. Let the sky in. The wings bent up as the plane rolled. Rolled right into the side of a hill, clipping off a radio antenna. I watched flames sprout. The static woke me. 5. The questions of water. Always asking. In the middle of the night from the sink. Do you need a cup to catch your questions? Why won't you let me sleep? In the middle of a dream, from the sink the drops fall, measuring time. But I already have a clock. So shut up. Leave me to mine. 6. My best friend writes when he's drunk poems of astounding clarity. I tried myself once, couldn't do much more than what you see here. Ugly. 7. I wrote myself up in water. I swam through a sea of words. I tasted tips of tongues, I did to find the reason of the sun. I wrote myself into snowstorm, bitter, frozen, red and shivered. Couldn't get much more than ice to write in fragile graying pieces. I wrote myself inside bedroom waiting by the wall, head down. Listening for her soft footsteps. Just let me, let me. Hear that sound. These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
BSQ, get rid of the Y in your title and claim this a  Because it is...  |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
You know, for the some time now, it has been clear you are the best of what it is to write. Striking brilliance. ThisDiamond |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Mike...This is fantastic!! I agree with Karilea..take the 'y' out of the title.. and we do indeed have a keeper. Superb writing! ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
*I* like the title.  Very Jhonen. Feel my angsty reachiness, and all that.And this is in no way ugly! Though it is a brand new voice for yr poems. I mean, yes, you've done the themes (melancholy, loss, seperation, desperation) before, perhaps a bit too often, but this reads so differently. More displaced. More heartbreaking... Which, of course, is not allowed! I told you if you started moping again, I'd have to slaughter you, and even if you bring in these amazingly moving poems, there is no forgiveness fr you being mopey again! Please be better. Please, please, please. It's tough times for both of us, but that doesn't mean you hafta keep tripping and falling flat on your face, awright? 'Cause it's such a pretty face. I love you, Mikhail. My Vasquez-lovin' morbid squirrel. "Es ist Folter, aber ich bin fast dort." Robert Smith's Torture in Deutsch. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoy |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
bsquirrel Alot to think about, enjoyed. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Hi, everyone! The y's in the poem not so much because it rhymes with "Baloney," but t' show that, even when feelin' these things, I'm also past them to a point. So I'm not really feeling alone -- just aloney. Alone-like. Y'know? Glad y' all enjoyed. And I'm not depressed in the least! I picked 7 shorts t' write arbitrarily, because it's my favorite number. Though, if I want to pretend, I could say each number signifies a day of the week. 1. This idea was in my mind as I was driving back from a very exhilirating poetry reading (one where I can spell exhilerating). I thought of someone waking up in bed, having this awful nightmare that he was alone, and then he tries to tell the moon, but she won't listen. Ha! Not funny... 2. Just a cute observation. 3. Inspired again by last night. 4. A dream I'd had to start th' day. Though in the dream, static from a clipped radio antenna didn't wake me. I just watched, curiously powerless to do anything but watch. 5. Okay, so this is kinda filler. I was reaching to make this thing 7 shorts long.6. Inspired by my best friend, who writes really cool things when drunk, which he is unable to replicate when not. 7. This one kinda just came out. These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun. -RHCP [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (06-30-2002 12:57 PM).] |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
2. Sometimes I wish I was a virgin, so I could worry on small things. Rather than knowing the truth of the matter, and having no way to practice my wings. Definantly enjoyed the wording of you here...it is sooo true...but we all want the grown up pain so fast... lets all sloooooooowwwwwwww it down today!! enjoyed these Mike... Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
Fine, *don't* say you love me too. "Es ist Folter, aber ich bin fast dort." Robert Smith's Torture in Deutsch. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Last night I dreamt that I was alone. Even my bones would have no part of me. I awoke to the moon and said things to her. She did not respond. She was whitening the sea. that imagery and intend simply could not be any damn cooler...your mind rocks. "Even my bones would have no part of me. She was whitening the sea. 2. Sometimes I wish I was a virgin, so I could worry on small things. Rather than knowing the truth of the matter, and having no way to practice my wings. ====================================== I bought one last night from Frankie. If only my chapbooks were lovers. The way she moved within the light, I wanted to write new poems on me. ================================= Last night I dreamt a plane was crashing. It went over Hollywood, bent tail blazing. Painted in the streaming searchlight of a car dealership. Before it exploded, I saw lighted windows with people pounding to let the sky in. Let the sky in. Let the sky in. ============================ I wrote myself up in water. I swam through a sea of words. I tasted tips of tongues, I did to find the reason of the sun. I wrote myself into snowstorm, bitter, frozen, red and shivered. Couldn't get much more than ice to write in fragile graying pieces. I wrote myself inside bedroom waiting by the wall, head down. Listening for her soft footsteps. Just let me, let me. Hear that sound. =================================== Your verbiage is like Alphabet soup...and I want seconds.  |
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cherrypoptart Member
since 2002-06-09
Posts 109state of wordthiness |
These are all so very good. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks all! Wow, some firsts here ... Butterfly Slippers gave me a PdV smile! Devina said t' slow down! And someone who's never responded before did. Thanks all! And love y' too, Lorigrrl. *kiss* These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun. -RHCP [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (06-30-2002 04:12 PM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"Sometimes I wish I was a virgin, so I could worry on small things" (smiling) And...wow: "...people pounding to let the sky in. Let the sky in. Let the sky in." And...ouch. "Listening for her soft footsteps. Just let me, let me. Hear that sound." You, m'friend, cover the the vast array of emotion in your unique palette of word. I am humbled by the raw honesty...and I am now ashamed to write. You are a poetry GOD.  |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
lots of really good poetry - I enjoyed reading them all - Paul |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
As always, time is in short supply for me, but i was so looking forward to reading these. I have nothing but admiration for the concise incisiveness in these works. I have much appreciation for the thought and talent that went into these, BS. *smile* tSR |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
This rocks. The first one blew me away. And then all the others. You are first class. Nan |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Wow. Thank you all!These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun. |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
I still say it's sad! *pout* "Es ist Folter, aber ich bin fast dort." Robert Smith's Torture in Deutsch. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
*kiss* Ah'm not sad with you here, babygrrl. These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Like these lots. The chapbook ones especially. Sandra |
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