April 2012
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“One connection
You cannot make
No line
No number to call
The writer is of...”
– words on the wire :: coastmoor
Journal of a Nobody: Now I become Myself, by May... →
journalofanobody:
Now I become myself. It’s taken Time, many years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people’s faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning, ‘Hurry, you will be dead before-‘ (What? Before you reach the morning? Or the end of the poem is clear? Or…
“Fifty-six hours from parting
Fifty-six hours untying the umbilical cord
Two...”
– coastmoor :: unite
Consumption
I awake, awake with anger
Say in my mind all I feel of hate
Work the words of badness
Work words to grate
Grate all my feelings
Grind them to dust
Work through the torment
Clear an absent view
Open closed pathways
For the rest of the day
Crippled in chaos
Crippled from to do
Know that I have to
Know no desire
Grovel, grope inside
Grieve, leave behind
A weight that’s consumed
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