Fragments in Ire
“Fragments in Ire”, to be read out loud (if at all possible), as a single disjointed poem, or nine separate poems. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ . slight slick back and black dirt under the nails laughing at that plight that trite jealous lust for attention . something tickled then crumbles curls and fumbles against some mountain from some-where,…
#5
. in arms the dread lifts up inside out my stomach curlsits over im over its here . for giving and enabled my spite hides in a tube crossed under channelsgood friends should offer firstgood friends should understand . clouds in hands, silent saints, something slithers passed saying very little,low and alone i want it…
#4
everything lies as a trap gleeful fill the belly and strike. this pond, remarkable by depth, and fearing every inch. at the tip of pin and worry those wings fight to be countedat root, nothing at all. stagnant in surface grime and trash in green in dark shade, without fence, i sink between its mirror.…
#3
. slight slick back and black dirt under the nails laughing at that plight that trite jealous lust for attention . what little eyes see will see and nothing sways that road from it’s howling tender wind . checkered on in fear, what I have and haven’t had . our third lake burned up last…
#2
. given something that was never mine id give it to you . every error an image of truthhow stupid . a million cages of things that never were i buy the adz and i jerk off to them too . sharing only what we can we share just that . Heaven can’t make head…
#1
. a great big fucked stupid child with no one to love itcruel and senseless its tortured and killeddumb dumb dumb dumb dumbi never wanted one but i love how it looks and sings and laughs . i want you so deep in the body murk black sagging restless pains and dirt . complicated it…
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