lying took me this far
but theives got me in
to get any farther
i don't need another friend
i know what's for me;
so drop and pass
to run out the door
it's a mystery i pull from my own skin.
Honeythief.straw-stitched and hangingHoneythief. by ~sickicks
off every word--
pressing my ears
against your brittle
and smoking you out
The Art ThiefAt sixteen she was brilliant and adoredThe Art Thief by ~sickicks
I do believe, although I know she lies
For knock-kneed march in desperate glory
The world is too much without us
But let no chartiable hope confuse her
For the story of replacement
Or some ill-formed offspring of feeble brain
She is not of pure ablution
But a fish half-dead from flopping
Beating poems with hoses
Surrounded, detached between finger and thumb
Humped and bloody where Enola Gay
Dropped but an atom upon Japan
And four-foot boxes
Are stopped with periods of ink
And since she is not the one dead
She thinks she knows enough of hate
And in the end she's nothing more
Than the woman
Belated Saturday Morning Features - 3better late than never, eh?Belated Saturday Morning Features - 3 by *glossolalias
this is a weekly feature in which i select ten phenomenal literature deviations that have recently caught my eye. if you have been featured, please this journal and read the other works. now, onto the main eventó
"i was called to a bridge by a burning frost
fervent as it was obscene,
like a broadsword enthralled
in the chest of a working class Paul"
"smelling burning cane syrup
at rumdrunk full moon twilight"
"If you are even there
in the stretch of oceans, across icy miles
of bleak black. Do you exist? Are you there?
Green beacon means yes."
"that my mother left the hospital
with a cheque in hand to make up for
"the accident," of course."
"you write songs in the back of your mind
or something of that ilk
because triads well from the tips of your fingers
and i thought i was the dreameró"
"Against the mindlessness