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Wednesday, February 01, 2006

I am all lips and teeth.

I take your words
and seal them in a bottle
so that I can uncap them later
when I am at home in the dark.

I take in my breath.

I take a drink.

Posted at 10:34 pm by angryalchemist
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Saturday, December 17, 2005
Sinister Schoolyard

No fences
Nature working against us
Trees entwined, branches knotted,
roots clasp hands.

We know each other
by a spiral of the eyes.
We meet and play in the sinister schoolyard.

Here we're all the same.
Our kind, we call to each other.
Like as to like
in the darkness.

Dancing on the rows of skulls below us
Our fingernails make pictures on the ground
while we play hopscotch with a philosopher's stone.

The wind carries our laugh
on the trees that bind us.

Madness begats madness begats madness.

You use your belt to squeeze
the beat out of my heart.

You use the blood to write this poem.

Posted at 07:14 pm by angryalchemist
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Thursday, January 27, 2005
happy discontent

Our devious spirits play together in the corner
setting fire to the preacher's house at midnight
while we carefullly play our board games on the kitchen table
That I am part darkness-
this is know
The fact of half light - I fight
as I count the billlows of smoke
from the insence and ideas that I have burned
Pages upon pages of books
about science and stories
tatooed on my mind
in kind
leaving me with remembrances of your heart
flesh and blood and art
beauty nonetheless
and spirits from the dead crawling in my bed
washing out my eyes with salt -
my fault-
this thing we've become
all teeth
biting grins and bits of skin
left on the bathroom floor

Posted at 06:40 pm by angryalchemist
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Monday, January 03, 2005
The Changing Faces of God (conversional conversation)

I sat in a chair in front of the bathroom mirror while God stood behind me braiding my hair.  He patted me on the head and told me I was a good girl.  "You should try harder," he said.  "It would suit you.

"That's the thing," I replied.  "I've decided to stop trying to be something I'm not ... some other person.  Some other unattainable person.  There's nothing worse than a faker, you know."

His fingers finished the last of the braid and he used a single strand of my hair to tie it off at the ending.

"Now sit down," I said.  "It's your turn."

He sat down hesitantly in the wobbly old chair and sighed.  "OK." He paused. "What've you got?"

"Well," I began, as I twisted my fingers around his hair, "first let's have a little chat about this genocide thing."  I pulled his long white hair into a tight knot on the top of his head.  "And by the way," I remarked, "you shouldn't hide behind your hair.  You've got a beautiful face."

Posted at 02:47 pm by angryalchemist
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Monday, December 13, 2004
throwing it all away

i will throw off my fear like a cape that's been shadowing my eyes
i will open my eyes and not look away when you see me
i will stand tall and not move when discussing my faith and my loves
i will know that i am beautiful and worthy of the very best kinds of love and adoration
i will walk forward in the knowledge that i am one of a kind and no one can do what i do
i will create, i will draw, i will write, i will sing.... in public if need be.
i will let you see me as who i am
i will throw away the fear and embrace the essence of me and of you.

Posted at 10:57 am by angryalchemist
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What am I supposed to think?

When you are warm and soft toward me.

When you tell me that it's nice to find someone else on "the wavelength".

When you touch me and tell me that I"m fantastic.

What am I supposed to think?

When you are cold and staring.

When I can't see anything past your pupils.

When you look at me like you don't even know who I am.

What am I supposed to think?

When I cry because you choose un-love.

When I understand that I can't even be your friend anymore because the pain is greater than the joy.

When you seem like you don't care, so I stop calling.

What am I supposed to think?

When you call to check in and wonder where I've been.

When you want to get together and talk and watch movies and laugh.

When I hesitantly say yes.

What am I supposed to think?

When the cycle starts again?

Posted at 10:11 am by angryalchemist
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Dream Sequence


My dreams of superherodom were dashed the day I jumped off that top of that building and hit the pavement. 

 I was in love, I was optimistic - I thought it would work. 

I didn't become a superhero, but I did turn into a bird and fly away before I died. 

I learned to live with the fact that I was not supergirl and the fact that I had become a yellow canary that later smashed into my own living room window and turned into a spider falling from a web. 

I experimented with my eight legs until I pulled myself apart and became the petal of a daisy on the ground which was instantly smushed by a girl who had leaped from the 11th story window, thinking that she was a superhero.

Posted at 10:01 am by angryalchemist
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Dick and Jane

Silly boy and little girl lost
Twitching feet and dirty hands crossed
Eying her with pockets upturned
Nodding head and stomach churned.
Taking her in - body and soul
Lapping up gravity from a water bowl.

Chewing her gum and blinking like mad
Scribbling out an idea that she had once had
Watching him drawing - there in the dirt
Spattered mud pies all over his shirt.
Taking in sunlight, but witching the moon
He was bent toward the earth with a filthy spoon.

Caught late in the night and just before frost
Silly boy and little girl lost.

Posted at 11:51 pm by angryalchemist
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Monday, October 25, 2004

Her year of birth had called her mystically sexual.

I couldn't comprehend her reason.

Tequilla running down, one night I asked about her sex life.

She told me that she once had sex with him on the floor of the art museum.  When I looked at her, a combination of awe-struck and embarassed, she sighed. 

And by way of explanation she casually remarked, "there was a Dali exhibit."

She remembered the time they had broken into a house and had sex out in the backyard next to the swimming pool of a stranger. 

I looked at her blankly and by way of explanation she said simply, "there was a full moon."

I never understood her.

"One more story", I said and she obliged.  I fucked him in the back of the car on the road by the river....doors open...10:00 at night...Closer to God on the radio.  Again I stared.

And by way of explanation, she offered,"His dog had just died."

There was a meteor shower the night she finally let me completely learn her body and her mind.

It was then I understood.

When my friends asked me about our encounter, I simply replied,
"The sex was great, but the mind-fuck was even better."

Posted at 09:03 pm by angryalchemist
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My Drunk Roomate

I knew she was off the wagon again
When I saw her there in her flannel.
She was laughing hysterically at the TV.
She was watching The Weather Channel.

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