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An interstellar trip away from paradise. A galactic paradigm flip, an assault to my eyes. A rude awakening, this. An unexpected turn of events. Far from eternal bliss, former stability rent. Thrown to earthly exile, as if a piece of rubbish, on to this fetid pile with nothing but a promise. A smile and a handshake. So easily received. A smile and a handshake. So easily deceived.
Oozing charisma and charm, magical words took hold. Comforting and warm, so willing to be sold. The promise of it all, so easily conceived. The promise of it all, so easily believed.
The world, I was told by the beautiful being, needed to be sold and it needed freeing. Would I save the two, for only a pittance? Would I pay the dues, a transcendental remittance? The beautiful being, was it male or female? The beautiful being was about to make a sale.
I agreed, despite my lofty place. I agreed to the transaction. I fell to Earth, I fell from grace, a violent extraction. So foolish to be taken in by a beautiful deception. So foolish to bring about a hell of my own inception.
Oozing charisma and charm, magical words took hold. Comforting and warm, so willing to be sold. The promise of it all, so easily conceived. The promise of it all, so easily believed.
The world, I was told by the beautiful being, needed to be sold and it needed freeing. Would I save the two, for only a pittance? Would I pay the dues, a transcendental remittance? The beautiful being, was it male or female? The beautiful being was about to make a sale.
I agreed, despite my lofty place. I agreed to the transaction. I fell to Earth, I fell from grace, a violent extraction. So foolish to be taken in by a beautiful deception. So foolish to bring about a hell of my own inception.
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On preparing to never let go
Walking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip,
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recovery crawl
beating
is kinder
than leaving.
sometimes I wish
your last words were
movements.
a hand against my cheek,
a fist to my chest,
an arm around my neck,
nails on my wrist.
the ache more real
and easy
to find.
every night I ache and
I point all over.
mostly my heart,
mostly my mind,
to the words stuck
that won’t loosen
that wedge themselves
in my teeth and fall out when
I’m drunk,
in his lap. he doesn’t need them, boy
that loves me until his
teeth rot, who says I don’t
deserve you who constricts
my waist with his hands and who
whispers I love you before
we fuck. he’s got courage like
the front lines of war
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coffee paint
i watch the coffee pot do cannonballs
through the air and bellyflop into the
kitchen wall-
glass licks the air in cartwheel spins
and coffee stains melt down the paint and boil
into the wood of the cutting board like
liquid sandpaper
and i think to myself-
this is better than a picasso.
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Flash Fiction Month submission 28 - David Bowie challenge (fav.me/d931nmj)
150 Bowie points (50 for each of the following)
Your story features an androgynous character, or a character who changes gender or sex
Your story features a man who fell to earth
Your story features a man who sold the world.
150 Bowie points (50 for each of the following)
Your story features an androgynous character, or a character who changes gender or sex
Your story features a man who fell to earth
Your story features a man who sold the world.
190 words
I am glad no one is reading these anymore.
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First rule of standing on stage: there's a whole crowd of people out there, at least one of them are looking at you. Don't be so sure that no one's reading.
This was really good, actually. I say 'actually' because I have no head for poetry, and usually get lost when a story is being told through it, but I managed to keep up, and really appreciated your word usage.
This was really good, actually. I say 'actually' because I have no head for poetry, and usually get lost when a story is being told through it, but I managed to keep up, and really appreciated your word usage.