(Source: typographerryangosling)
Sinking
the sheets were changed for spring,
I finally cut my hair and
you were still getting in my eyes
captaining a ship in a piggy bank;
each time the covers were raised above my head
to rock down like waves, I saw you
two years looking under the welcome mat
twisting skeleton keys into your pictures
to see if you’d ever let me in again
I’d rooftop pillowed bunkers overlooking your spine
dangle my feet like white flags in hopes that you’d return
whatever spoils sit under your constant sun
the intangible soldiers begging to return home
moments where you bowed like a toy boat left
out in the rain, asking to be kissed one last time
opened-mouthed, yawning iron giant in 1946
waiting to make a nation built on I told you so’s
I had lost more than the war that night in the rain
since then, you were
the distance, the silences, the lovely
drugs and the prods at reality they made
last night, like the zinc flash in our old portrait
I watched the drugs trade hands like a secret
how nice you were to that man when you gave you
what you and your body wanted
how you used to lick my edges and roll me up
but I was never that good. how much more
beautiful than any war monument this had become.
all this time building a hunger
starving with all the wrong cravings
One of the best videos on Youtube, hands down. Derrick Brown, ladies and gentlemen.
(Source: ingamar)
People say, “I’m going to sleep now,” as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. “For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.” If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen. “They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be okay? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.” So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, “The creature is regenerating itself.
—George Carlin (via atomos)
(via untitled-mag)
April 14/30
to pull a coup is
to love the land. it makes sense
then, to light a match
April 13/30
a business man who
pushes his kid in a suit
is always at work
April 12/30
suits in trenchcoats put
on baseball caps like taxis
shine “off-duty” lights
April 11/30
as a 5 year old,
imagination starts where
moms bike limits end
April 10/30
the passenger seat –
a diner. her lips – pie. I
get the usual
April 9/30
if the bronze men on
madison’s tallest ledges
decided not to…
