as if inside our skulls, instead of the brain, we felt a fish, floating, attracted by the Moon.

Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

poetry shit


breathe in and out: inhale, exhale,
burt stones, dirt, metal, fiber glass;
dry, hot, dry, hot, swollen.
counting steps; dry, hot, swollen;
dark beasts prowling behind the door.
little wooden puppet feet,
scratching, clawing, breaking.
ballerina with skinny wrists licking her fingers, a look is exchanged;
wet hair, cold puppet feet, thick wooden legs, leaning sideways, dripping, watching.
bones wrapped in wire, string attached to the head;
a little wooden puppet
breaking glass, swallowing, turning red;
thick dark curtains, almonds, mirror eyes, peeling paint, creaking;
jostling, shifting, slipping;
a scarecrow, a rag doll, a wooden puppet.
floating head held aloft by a wire, rotating slightly;
falling suddenly: a crashing sound as the wooden limbs crumple in a heap;
smiling: wide, bright, sharp predatory teeth, shadow throat, laughter.
breathe in and out: inhale, exhale: everything is fine,
this is how the world works,
this is how it's supposed to be;
breathe in and out: inhale, exhale: calm down, everything is fine.
little wooden puppet, lacking lungs, barely breathing, exhale, empty.
falling suddenly: a crashing sound as the wooden limbs splinter slightly;
digging debris out of the gaps between the floor boards,
tiny pieces of wood, bits of wire.
shadow throat, laughing, ghostly shadow eyes:
buttons, strings, mirror eyes, pealing paint, grease;
the striking feeling of being lowered into warm water,
or onto a knife blade;
the subtle vibration within the wood.
standing, supported by a wire, watching;
suddenly: a crashing sound as the puppet falls to the floor.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

fish bowl effect




unicorns are violent, beautiful creatures.
I'd like to do some sort of art with unicorns (how female of me).
unicorns slaughtering people and eating them, perhaps.
I need to get better at drawing animals[horses, creatures].





















oranges, peeling back
their fleshy, swollen faces,
grinning in the moonlight.

palestinian weather forcast:
sand and sea and broken bones,
bloodied knuckles;
smiling children, broken fingers.

oranges, peeling back
their slimy, filthy skins, rubber eyes,
baring their teeth, gnawing at the glass.

nails in the walls, grinding into the muscle.
my bones are hidden, tucked away beneath a soft coating of grime.

falling apart in little pieces of egg shell;
fingers, toes, frothy eyes, little pieces of egg shell.


This doll creeps me the fuck out what the fuck