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At age
fourteen I decided to drown myself, so my manager walked me to the sea. White cords of foam dragged waves down the beach. I had pulled my brother's teeth, I just tall enough to reach the Popsicle-stained tusks in his shining green mouth. The sea receded a little, avoiding my toes' grip. My manager watched as I let my payment fall, each ivory hitting with a plop as I waded out.
My brother
was a collector of sold items, all placed on lazy-susans in the basement. It wasn't until his death that I was allowed to learn to use them. I have to admit, I've been a
by ~katepowellshine
OscilloscopeOscilloscopeOscilloscope
Sine waves shift
phase, you
struggle to evaluate
the movements. A come-hither whistle has a strong fundamental and first overtone.
Air crunches between two cheeks, plaster her with smiles.
Scraping herself from
the wall, she asks,
Do you Play?
by ~katepowellshine
PendulumPendulumPendulum
Soldiers stand at attention
until knocked down
by the wrecking ball. A child waits
the agonizing fifteen
minutes for the next pin to fall, her father explains how cool this is, how it displays the rotation of the Earth. Now she swings from her own bearings, the earth moving around her.
by ~katepowellshine
Capital BeltwayCapital BeltwayCapital Beltway
The steeple of an eighteen wheeler chews up air
and chokes out smoke, it billows through
open windows, Delays
on the outer loop from the Mormon Temple to the eye two seventy spur SUVs swing in syncopation, sticking to the banked curves
of the roller coaster, whirling off onto the spur and released like a pin ball, passing under
the bridge for the red line, each
car fastened to the next
by two feet of air.
by ~katepowellshine
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Am I breathing? Dazed..
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- Current Residence: DC / Balti Subs
- Interests: Psychology, Book Binding, Poetry, Music, Linux
- Favourite movie: today - Naked Lunch
- Favourite band or musician: today - Robert Johnson
- Favourite genre of music: today - Renaissance choral music
- Favourite artist: today - Jim Dine
- Favourite poet or writer: today - Sharon Olds
- Favourite photographer: Your Mom. Still.
- Favourite style of art: today - dada
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- Favourite gaming platform: Cards
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
my father was a chef
...i can't boil liquids of any kind
so when I see that my friend has a book out called "Learning How to Cook," I get excited.
but alas! it's just a fabulous collection of poems
no recipies
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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you make me want to dance
a storm of appreciation
your ink splashes and crawls,
a wriggling living line on the page
i’m full of awe
[link]
or not...however ya feel.
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
--
you make me want to dance
a storm of appreciation
your ink splashes and crawls,
a wriggling living line on the page
i’m full of awe
[link]
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Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.
- MLK Jr.
looking forward to it
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you make me want to dance
a storm of appreciation
your ink splashes and crawls,
a wriggling living line on the page
i’m full of awe
[link]
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.metal.
love your avatar, btw
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you make me want to dance
a storm of appreciation
your ink splashes and crawls,
a wriggling living line on the page
i’m full of awe
[link]
--
Cynicism is a shield against the threat of enlightenment.
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