Out for Air Where does 1 have to goOut for Air by ~ashellessmind
to get alone, to get some air
in this godforsaken city? Here
density rents lease inside
my bones (no, that is
not what I meant by alone)
& smog-cradled skies scrape at my throat.
Here 1000s are constructing
construction sites & stretching out stretches
of roads growing
towards mechanical
cranes craning themselves. When it
rains (if it rains) it drizzles &
the rains drain themselves
into drains & 1 is drained.
The 4 winds blowing
sow themselves yet
here 1 can hardly express 1self.
Nor is 1s heaviness
expressed any less heavily
among these 1000s of Chinese bonsai
trees than among American
orang
Corrections I writeCorrections by ~ashellessmind
myself
into the
margins
spilling ink out,
over & over.
These pages
stain
the color
of blood
& also
of love.
Visibility A few small decorative goldfishVisibility by ~ashellessmind
& many small fish
circulate these few small decorative ponds
in central campus.
Do these goldfish know they
are golden?
Yes, yes, they do
hesitate to approach the surface
but perhaps they only lack
tools to distinguish
their difference from your indifference.
& as you circulate these small
decorative words
do you hesitate to approach the poem?
What Was Spoken What Was SpokenWhat Was Spoken by ~ashellessmind
I.
When what was spoken
was said
as a yaulp & then a gulp
produced & then consumed
was what was said
spoken?
This dream was too terrible
to dream: so what
was dreamed? When men
become too terrified to speak
can they disagree?
II.
My thoughts are too sickly
to sustain. I am pickling them
into poetry.
III.
This poem is just a boy. He has
just fallen
into a well. A cylinder
of darkness surrounds him.
& he is speaking,
"All is well. All is well."
Oranges morning lifts to the smellOranges by ~mySeity
of oranges
he enters her eyes, a
stranger waving away
her dreams, which are thick and rough-skinned as the
carpet beneath her soles
she is getting up,
clinging to the up
because down
is a quiet fruit that she'd
rather not peel
alone
Bus 57 to Cedarwood BUS 57 TO CEDARWOODBus 57 to Cedarwood by ~mistseeker
Why Today
Amanda woke up as the bus plunged down the steep cliff.
Around her small things flew, floating in the falling vehicle.
Time began to slow down. With it, everything around her blurred; all
ambient sounds became a slow stream of incoherent waves.
Today, of all days? Why did it have to be today? she thought.
Some moments later, time came to a full stop. Silence and blurriness reigned.
The bus driver was nowhere to be seen, and so were the other passengers.
Except one: a teenager seated in the very back row. He wore a hood so
she couldn't see his face. In his hand he held a small metallic thing
that shone
Well, You're Just Chock-Full.. I've begged you all day to put that dress on.Well, You're Just Chock-Full.. by ~mis-apologias
So, now that my knees
have worn huge holes in my jeans,
my pleading becomes the new disease.
Who knew you could be tired of hearing, "Please?"
What can I say?
You inspire me.
This is the sound of my heart
Racing to the tension
of your appearance behind the bathroom door.
Well, the silky pink accents
your hips quite nicely.
Good luck taking my hands off you this time.
Hello Jaw, meet Floor.
Now that you're acquainted,
my tongue's just itching
to taste what's on hers.
It looks like a word.
Can I buy a vowel?
I'll go with an O,
and an E.
I'll finish with an L
and a V.
Just take
| I assume if you're here on purpose that you read poetry. So I'd probably like you if we met. PEACJE |
~~ 
Sta.sh
