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taco bell bags
and half drunken
gatorade bottles
pad the floor
and occasionally
prevent me
from breaking in time
while the sun
is delighting in the burst
of cracks
that decorate the windshield
like some sort of
satanic snowflake
that glows
ever led-
light chasing
its face
to fire
the aged iris
of this still-
seeing
gunmetal
vessel
a thousand copper gods
retired to the mire
of soda-cup-
sweat
spitting echoes
in a slur
of the prayers
we never did send
to the sky.
and half drunken
gatorade bottles
pad the floor
and occasionally
prevent me
from breaking in time
while the sun
is delighting in the burst
of cracks
that decorate the windshield
like some sort of
satanic snowflake
that glows
ever led-
light chasing
its face
to fire
the aged iris
of this still-
seeing
gunmetal
vessel
a thousand copper gods
retired to the mire
of soda-cup-
sweat
spitting echoes
in a slur
of the prayers
we never did send
to the sky.
Literature
Softening of Armor
There was a time of great sickness-
bare bones starving out the demons
and building fragile frameworks
to withstand the stress of change.
There were doubts and defenses…
fear and then thunder-
crashing moments of shared vibration.
The epic push and pull,
full silence followed by
some sweet surrender,
affirmations of realness,
the softening of armor,
the slow, sinking sensation
of accepting a beautiful truth
whose solace outweighed trepidation.
A greatness to vanquish
all previous transgressions-
the abstruse condition of falling in love.
© M.Pimentel 2015
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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Some of the best, most vivid description I've read in a while. Really brings the scene alive, a delight to read.