Month: September 2011
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Park Slope(s) for E.H.
Your hand shores your hairline. Heat and sweat rising in light. A mist I never knew a human could posses, but your steam settles on a higher plane, quietly disappearing. Brooklyn hands swing like silver pendulums. Back and forth bulldozing sewer smells and city-approved paths. My hand is empty, lifting toward yours with magnetic force.…
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Get me out
Beggars practically on their knees as if one dollar will get them anywhere. His teeth corn kernels – how much is a crystal high? A woman screams at her husband ‘what time is your hearing test tomorrow?! God, I hope she’s not on my bus. 3 hours of her cackling voice. This place is chaos…
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Gatekeeper – written version posted for Claire
My shipped heart is ruddering resistent try turning around even though everything is screwed Let wind carry our sheared, dead hair Open the doors, you say, and sails In one Godful moment williwaws could blend us into bonds we never held on our own. I hate white flags unravelling stern and bowed at my parapet.…
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Louder – Dubstep
I’m going to start a new club to learn how to dance like this – you are all invited.
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Warm "Monkey Balls"
Last night, I made Pumpkin Monkey Bread with FROOOOOOOOSTING from scratch. I’ve never made dough from scratch, well not since elementary school where they force you into “groups” to make playdough and pizza dough and inevitably the kid who bites his scabs is forced to sit next to you and “help” by sticking his fingers…