Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Last laughter























I don’t know what got into us, but thank god Mama wasn’t there
to see us laugh in the face of death and dare the old man to
strike us dead. That laugh is a compass I wear in my hair
so I can find you again in the dark, and when I do our hearts
clink back together and I’m a whole sister again. Just think
you said. Imagine this: My body is giving up every scrap of extra
just to keep me alive so we can bother about my death and plan to
charge this credit card up to my baggy butt. But—no buts.
You cannot save me. You can only help me go. Oh, no.
Walk it off, you said. You’re not the one dying. It’s my turn.
Your chemo skin swirled around you like moths, and your bald
face split into a laugh like lava, like a hot spring bubbling upward,
like a token you passed to me, like you never laughed in your life.

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Sunday, July 8, 2012

As above, so below






















Your heat transfers to the surface of my brain
when you touch down on the planet we own and
set your sweat-hot boots aside to rest on me. In me,
like I am the rock that formed around your molten core.
I'm not afraid. You have the same ice eyes you had
as a boy and those lashes, like thirty lashes, still flick me
with their secret code. Don't look now. I dare you to laugh.
Did you ever sit out on the porch and watch a hot prairie
storm form over the fields, laying down the corn like a lover,
while I sat watching two miles away as the lightning pointed
out your family land and lit up the wind overhead?
Of course you have. Well, that.
My heart is the same hot storm even now.

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Tuesday, July 3, 2012

First steps for making something from nothing with words


for Tom





















First, fall head-first into a hole that is
so perfectly fitted to your heart that
you will never again be free of it. Always
have your tools with you. Never let a moment go.

Roll in the scent like a dog and remember.

Take that rare color, the gem of a sound,
the shoes that you noticed side by side in
the grass and smear them on paper
as fast as you can. Don’t think. See without eyes.

Look at the sketchy map you’ve drawn,
trace your finger down the lines, decide where
you plan to take us. Nod once. Go slowly.
Hold that place in your mind like a distant castle.

Choose your own best reader, the one who gets it,
the one who knows your truth. Speak into their chest
with a megaphone, a feather, a rich dark whisper,
depending on your style and prevailing mood.

Your language is image, comparison, memory,
the clear ting of the finest china bell. The senses
are the way you get another heart to hear you, so
say what your skin and your ears and your eyes know.

Go back to the top and start again and again, smoothing
and dressing your thoughts in words made of all of the
men you are. Don’t use lazy tricks. Pluck out extra words.
Turn all clich├ęs on their heads. Don’t be afraid to cut.

Best wishes,
angelique

Monday, July 2, 2012

Tweets gone by (found)













The future is not now.
I am losing all empathy but
finally hearing some noise.
Do you know the issues
or just watch the world burn?
In the Great Swindle
your hair looks awesome
your avatar is freaky
your mother is the one who sets your course.
marketing weapons overseas
The revolutionary girls are tired of waiting.
Thank you.
You’re welcome.
Hush!
The frosting looks divine.
World’s largest naval exercises in Hawaii
Would you document the mistreatment?
 We are just chowder for the aliens.
Anger and dissent in Hong Kong
Revolutionize your fellow citizens for
you have nothing to lose.
I crawl around with my camera
looking for the Stairway to Heaven
but never is the cat at home on time.
attempted overthrow of 50 governments
Stop war funding.
Mexico elections update
Longing to be becomes subversive
but finally my mother has listened to sense.
destabilization in Kenya
2 cops hit him with their bikes, you know.
Chaotic Pakistan
Deep sea creatures never seen again:
when the coral dies the ocean is all but dead.
Egypt votes
Psychology must not be used in
the manipulation of America.
Blood-sucking corporate vultures horde your
eyes in the deepest pockets of dirt.
Police arrest poachers in Changbai Mountains
warmongering isn't working
fearmongering is popular
fishmongers sell mutant frankenfish
Oil falls below $84 in Asia
The calm before the storm
highlights of your fake achievements and
death for 20 million people each year:
it’s just what happens when you’re not looking.
The Lone Gunmen and his
constant cheering for the murderous home team. Yes.
China court: Apple pays
Designed to implant the seeds of hate
in a permaculture of resistance.
Largest Stand Ever Against Chemtrails
Etheric gloom of
the old world crumbling—
that's just how it works.
We have always been associated with DEATH.
nite nite
Because there is a lady it fits perfectly.
Thank you.
You’re welcome
I learned from a good teacher.
I can sing you a sweet ballad.
Don't kid me like that.
A collage of white, grey and dark and
some great organizing music!
LOVE IT!
There are two fences to keep the dogs in.
There are mountains with hidden peaks.
There are seven girls who believe the same.
Please be careful.
squeeeee!
Sorry to hear the tree fell but
your love came back, ok?
and the rest of your day is gravy.
All I see is grey and very bright things
I might sneak that one in.
oui :)
non :(
I would only have to guess at that.
Have you ever seen anything strange in the sky?
My little hole in the wall where
I am only the messenger.
Watch the whole black hole show and
I’ll ask when he’s finished how he feels about
the Denver airport artwork
cats with smirks and dogs with bowties—
nothing is as it seems underneath.
Hush.
I don’t want people to think I’m crying.
Don’t give up, babe.
Loudmouth.
We’re stopped in a dead zone.
boost me
I <3 you so hard.
This is all fabricated by your brain.
London airport chaos
Reactions mixed.
I live on a main street.
I will fill you in on others.
My thoughts are a mile a minute.
Dude, that’s just a bad memory.
Ringing like a head-sized bell, it’s
hard to quantify these things but
we were not allowed downstairs during parties.
free speech
food independence
I’m broadcasting.
Do you have your ticket?
Take the time.
I don’t have time.
Squander time.
Time is an illusion.
Time for bed.
I would like to go for a ride.
boost me
Precious Jewel.
I am sharp as a blade
And that is the story of my life.
Shaking awake from my typical childhood,
I don’t believe in beyond all hope.
extreme weather blankets the nation
rubbing it in
sleep, love, sleep
affect the outcome and
we will tell you what reality is.
Your choices are a living book of you.
Goodnight. Sweet dreams.

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