May 2013
24 posts
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bloom
there’s
salty sweat
pouring
down my face
from pent up
humidity
stress
desire
passion
and i know
(everyone knows)
that the clouds
are
about to
cum
& sure as shit
they do and
now i’m
inhaling
petrichor
in deep
long breaths
like a fine
cigar
watching the sky
orgasm
onto the earth
& hoping something
blooms.
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If you like photography...
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http://onlytwentyseconds.tumblr.com
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blanks
stopped at the
liquor store
after work
for a couple
pints of
beer,
dying
sweating bullets &
shooting blanks
saw a girl
i used to know
put my head
down,
not from shame
but from an
introverted
desire to
avoid conversation
or a reunion
or any
“what have you
been up to
since i saw
you last”
bullshit
none of it
matters
really
i’ve been
living fine...
Trying to talk to people on here is like pulling teeth. What’s up?
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short story
met a man
who couldn’t
find love
so he sold
himself
to a dream
& woke up
happy.
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meditations from the inbound six
there’s a woman
who drives the
bus
& we see each other
every day
but we don’t know
each others names;
just a “good morning”
or
“good afternoon”
depending on the
time of day,
but it’s a good
relationship I’d
say.
(she even said “i
should know you
by now” this morning)
& there’s a guy
waving his arms
for...
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all-star
black bat tat
on her back fat
her name’s pat
crazy about cats
always wears a sun hat
& right now
as you read this
she’s fucking some
sleaze named matt,
but she’s
been on more cocks
than a dog pecker gnat.
can’t blame her though
because when they
tell you you’re good
at something,
you just want
to do it
all the fucking
time.
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Hey!
Please check out my friend Caterina Fedyk at onlytwentyseconds.tumblr.com. She’s currently on a photojournalism assignment in Ho Chi Minh City & shooting some really amazing shots.
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hooting
inhale life
exhale death
my ears
pick up
absolute thresholds
of a heartbeat
concerto
circles of sinners
playing violin
marches for
the damned
destruction
outside
my window’s
a
still life
picasso
painting waiting
to come alive
like
poetry bouncing
off
ginsberg bellies
& the birds
screaming
at each other
until their
lungs bleed
but it sounds like
mozart to...
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red balloon
Little boy hanging on to a red balloon; lived too fast, died too soon.
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& he smiled
Gave a pack of squares to a panhandler with alcohol on my breath.
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ridgedale
riding my
bicycle
on the way
home from work
i saw an
old man
pushing 90
standing by
his car
in an old
state trooper uniform-
tie & all,
pressed
& slacks
with perfect creases
and on his
feet he wore
shiny
black shoes.
“nice day out!”
he said to me
“sure is!”
i told him
& all i could
think about
was what he
had eaten
for breakfast...
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because it's spring
all of that
is bad
sex
drugs
rock &
roll-
bad
had an
oedipus complex
fucked her
dad
now the
mailman
carries on
toe jam
jock itch
like a
son of a
bitch
slinky sunshine
slap happy
hour
drink
your
beer sour
jump off the
eiffel tower
party with some
college kids
date rape
drug of
choice
who makes the
most noise
drop bombs
dirty dreams
wet from sweat...
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stoplight house
the house
at the
stoplight,
yeah,
someone’s getting
the shit
fucked outta
them
in there
right now.
kids walking
down the sidewalk
& old lady’s
on their way
to bible study
& i knew
a guy who
blew his
fucking brains out
but i see
his doppelgänger
everywhere
so i wonder
if that
sonofabitch
is still alive
somehow.
Caterina: allow me to introduce myself →
onlytwentyseconds:
So, starting this photography blog has been on my to-do list for about 6 months…along with selling old clothes, writing thank you notes for Christmas gifts, and sleeping more than five hours at a time. But freshman year of college kept me a little busier than I’d thought.
Luckily, this task…
Check this out.
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please pretty, please
a house
quaint &
cute with
two eyes
windows
i see
inside
a woman
dressing
nude now
breasts soft
clean
legs long
slender
hair hiding
in a towel
steaming
sweat
dreaming of
him
& he of her
far
too far to
touch
left to
memories
& imaginations
she hesitates
and considers
her desire to
be touched
fucked
cuddled & held
loved
hearts same key
beats...
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believe you me
the saddest part
of living
is not that
someday
you’re going to
die,
but rather
that
someday
all the memories
of you
will die
too.
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something
the dandelions’ve
resurrected
like an old love,
springing up
unexpectedly
as if we
forgot they
were there
sleeping all winter.
& the rain
pulls them up
from the ground
with the sunshine
& there’s no
nectar to be made
from their pollen
so i leave
my pheromones
to the
wind
hoping someone
will find me
& teach me
how to see
through eyes
blinded &...
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joyride
kennedy riding bitch in his convertible lincoln listening to jackie ramble on about nothing important & so he looks despondently on wishing she would just shut the fuck up about marilyn already & suddenly, oswald the photographer shoots him (a head shot) with his italian carcano kodak
blowing his fucking mind
& jackie just nonchalantly reaches back and grabs...
April 2013
16 posts
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landscapers
saw three guys
standing
by a pile
of red mulch
two of them
looked to be
in their
twenties
& the other
maybe fifty
and the sun is
still burning dew
off the grass
& these two
twenty something’s
are shoveling
this mulch like
slaves
while the
fifty something
stands like a
drill sergeant-
arms crossed,
smoking his
cigarette.
they must be union
& the...
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longitude
we’re
all
just
w a i t i n g
for
our
own
time
to
shine.
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i'm fine
hung my
shirt
up on a unicorn
horn
&
grabbed a handful
of stars
put my
dark shades on
lit a
cigarette
called my
chauffeur
woke up
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fig tree
the sound of
bare feet
lifting from the
tile floor,
taking a step
after standing
& sweating
& waiting for
too long..
& some say
it was
the fruit
eve tempted
adam with
that sent him
to hell
but i’m sure
after all
it was just
the
warm
wet
heaven
between her
legs.
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recoil
right now there’s
a kindergartner
getting up
off the ground
because he couldn’t
handle the recoil
of his
semi-automatic
rifle
& another
kindergartener
is getting up
off the ground
because a girl
with cooties
pushed him
down
and believe it
or not,
someday the
cooties infected
kid
will grow up
to hate the
gunslinging one
& the gunslinging one
will hate...
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not even yourself
for the
never fully rested
parking garage squatters
who lie in sleeping bags
on the back seats
of their cars;
the proverbial
alcoholics who
don’t attend meetings,
drowning their sadness
like an unwanted
child
until the flashing lights
illuminate the truth
that you’ve never really
got anything
at all &
never really owned
anything at
all.
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exodus
earthworms
down-and-out
vagabonds
carrying what they
could salvage
from their
flooded homes
make their journey
across the sidewalk
desperate to find
a new place to live
before the sun
comes out from
behind the clouds
and burns them all
to death.
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people-watching from a third story window on a...
it’s three a.m. &
she catches my eye
walking in white socks
but holding high heels
& i thought the
socks with sandals
thing was over,
but she’s got on jeans
and a sweater,
american burqa
on a promiscuous night
such as this
and you can tell
that she’s a supermodel
in her own mind
maybe even her
trailer park
& she stops walking
and my eyes dart
to see...
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a poem
love.
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d'état
they teach because
they can’t do
& if the general consensus
hates ‘em too
then they kill ‘em
err organize a coup
& it all turns out the same
but called by a different name
governing is just a game
of making everyone
feel insane
& they worm inside your
walnut sized brain
‘till you’re scared shitless
thinkin’ your own brother
might just...
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don't kid yourself, kid
i’m nervous today
like a gazelle
in the Serengeti
with the lioness
creeping through the brush
while the crocodile
waits in the murky mud.
& i’d sit here forever
if someone would just
come along and
spit in that mud
& wipe it on my eyes
so i could see
my future &
not have to
worry
every day
because sometimes
it’s what you know
that makes you
shit...
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far from home
i saw a catfish
trapped downstream,
on the other side
of a decorative
concrete drop-off
in the river,
he must have
swam over by
accident or
complacency
but he was
stuck & far
from home,
unable to be saved.
& sometimes that was
me.
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sitting at the park watching people live
children in the park
flying kites-
one with a long
red tail
& the other with
a blue tail
& i sit quietly
in my car
watching them
in their innocence.
they’ve yet to pay taxes.
they’ve yet to die.
they care about
nothing more
than flying their kites
in the park
next to the river
where banded geese
seek refuge from hunters,
where the homeless sleep
and...
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wearing your skin
do you ever get tired
of living in your body
& wearing your skin
covering up your
insecurities with
designer clothing
oh, teach me
the most effective way
to hide my insides
without killing my pride
all is vanity
& that is a
lie.
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short
the family got
the news,
no april fools
their baby died
with kidneys like
horseshoes
& this is for him
& maybe it’s
for the better
but they’re coming home
to a quiet house
for the first time
in two years
& my heart breaks
for them.
March 2013
27 posts
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dark
my steering wheel
is covered
with spit
from singing
along to songs
this drive is too long
& i still remember
when smiling just
felt wrong
but it’s alright now
because i’m alive
i found a way to
survive,
found truth in a
white lie
no, it’s more than that
serious as a heart attack
there’s a woman
i love &
i’m not looking back
no, i’m...
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shrubbery
the trees &
bushes
are budding
like
adolescent girls-
earlier & earlier
every fucking
year.
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quit
you’re nothing
profound,
but rather
basic
attempting to
conceal your
foolishness
& unoriginality
with a veil of
cliche rhymes
and the word
of the
day.
my friend,
you really should
quit.
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altered & pressed
woke up
not a care
in the world:
no work today,
no funerals
either
went to the
dry cleaners
to get some things
altered &
pressed
“sure. we’ll
fit it in.”
says the
middle-aged
woman
& now i’m
down at the
coin laundry
waiting for
the spin cycle
to
complete.
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spring haiku
hearing the songbirds
usher in the morning light
makes me feel alive
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another poem written about people who don't know
so here i am
in this cafe
sipping on my
dark roast
sweetened with
honey &
listening to the
soundtrack of
multiple
conversations
meeting and merging
in the air
& suddenly a
baby starts crying
and screaming
& the cafe goes
silent
except for the
music playing
through the speakers:
“rain drops keep
falling on my head,
but that doesn’t mean
my eyes will...
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the pen has made me weary
i’m
tired
of
killing
myself
daily.
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not ever
before you were
born,
you didn’t exist.
& after you die
you won’t
exist.
you don’t
even
fucking
exist
ever.
not yesterday
not today
not tomorrow.
not ever.
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cockroaches
i held a
human skull in
my
shaking hands
from a time
when insects were
the size of
cars
& there’s pyramids
that have
yet to be
discovered.
I'm pretending to be me
loqui:
Through my old school
I wander
shaking hands
and even kisses
for the girls
I never got to kiss
back then
and then I pretend
to be them
& it’s a dream
shaking my own hand
& kissing my own lips
& my tongue feels suddenly
like sand
& sweat slicks my palm
but it feels like déjà vu
when they tell me
that they’re pretending to be me
& I’m just...
