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January 10, 2013
There is a guitar under my pillow and I dream of music when I'm alone. la musica dulce is by *dietcocaine
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Literature Text
heartbeats are psycho-
-somatic, dear;
the ocean has swallowed
me whole.
hay una guitarra bajo
mi almohada, y
sueño de música cuando
estoy solo.
you came here with
city smoke in your lungs,
and i
forgot to breathe.
-somatic, dear;
the ocean has swallowed
me whole.
hay una guitarra bajo
mi almohada, y
sueño de música cuando
estoy solo.
you came here with
city smoke in your lungs,
and i
forgot to breathe.
Literature
Fifty
Please understand: I do not want
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.
Literature
Plow
It's finally snowing again,
blankets of peace falling
with a freshness that lacks innocence.
Nearly forgotten, they're here as expected,
clearing the streets,
trying to push aside all the worry
that makes things unsafe, but
the steel mouth askew grates against my heart;
its thick bass scrape pushing more than piles of white aside,
it pushes my blood aside too,
piling it up in the corner of this pumping vessel that falters,
ice-caked and bitten, stiffened,
and keeps faltering,
again,
and again,
and again,
until the air is silent
and the street no longer shivers in torture.
The only evidence is the blanket of white
that keeps
Literature
starspun
we inhale the romanticism
of hooded cemetery kids
smoking cigarettes pretending
they are not dead.
you were always so sure
about my uncertainty,
you watched
all my pick up lines
drop things
into open graves
meant for us.
your eyes always wandered
down thoughtful
leaf-strewn paths.
i wanted to ask you
if i could follow
but i came alone this time
i remember our innocence
in the static b e t w e e n
stars, think
about how youth without you is th-
awing out the lines in my whittled-out eyes
i look to the hooded
cemetery kids,
wonder what we'd have been like
if we grew up as nothings,
like them. teenage
nothings with chiseled
marble in our
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Actual title should be "la música dulce".
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
-- A Fine Frenzy
* Second stanza, roughly translated:
There is a guitar beneath
my pillow, and
I dream in music when
I am alone
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
-- A Fine Frenzy
* Second stanza, roughly translated:
There is a guitar beneath
my pillow, and
I dream in music when
I am alone
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