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Literature Text
just
outside my window
yells a woman,
as life falls
beside
(if not the
same as)
the beauty
that is not
our own,
I am not here,
but laying now
behind my eyes
and underneath
the stones
unturned,
where I don't
wait for love
but rather
wonder
what it's
waiting for
outside my window
yells a woman,
as life falls
beside
(if not the
same as)
the beauty
that is not
our own,
I am not here,
but laying now
behind my eyes
and underneath
the stones
unturned,
where I don't
wait for love
but rather
wonder
what it's
waiting for
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
Literature
Don't break
Pause.
A deep breath and a sip of liquor
makes a manual that
tells you how to achieve
nothing.
A break to break down your thinking.
A chance to pick apart every
brick of ours
and inspect it so that we know
every one
is made of dust.
But Homes can be made of mud
so you spit
until your lips crack
and you stir everything together,
hoping you have enough in you
to maybe make
a doorway
that will lead somewhere else.
Literature
aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
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I agree with Shane, the last stanza is spectacular.