1. water in vases
within a home in the hills
infatuation
2. pictures in their frames
prison visitation hours
your eyes move onward
3. beds of clams sit still
beggars stand on exit ramps
worry is constant
4. piles of bones and fangs
water dripping in a bath
short peace is disturbed
5. paint brush in hand
icicles hang from our home
yet, i still paint you
6. alcoholic drinks
spilt in sedentary snow
on my way to you
7. a rabbit’s ears hear
loud music in the distance;
my voice in your mind
8. you sit in your dress;
my existence in the room
is that of shadows
‘earth: missed connection’ by kersey chase (chase kersey???) // mammal habitat 2k13
81.7
(ed. note: some1 named ‘chase kersey’ occasionally contributes to this site; i’m not sure if kersey chase does. ‘chase kersey’ may or may not have anything to do w/ this review).
i think i got in some ‘argument’
last wk or the wk before last
on the ‘infamous’ ALG spread
w/ someone arguing that ‘image macros’ weren’t poetry
i haven’t gone all EBSCOhost on the problem yet
to find the ‘critical research’
but let’s think for a sec abt magazines & what they’ve been doing for
‘20 million+ years’
they include pics to help ‘enhance’ the article, ‘bring it to life’ etc
why this cant work for poetry idk
b/c even if the opposite is true, the image says ‘something different’ than the words,
that gets all up into ‘authorial intent’ vs. ‘reader response’
i’m not here to make any bold ‘proclamations’ on that argument 2day
just that kersey chase’s book (CHASE, NO KERSEY, WHAT IS YR NAME???)
Everyone cyberbully Chase Kersey.
there is truth to the science of how the earth works
and i love that because it means i may one day
know the intricate understudies of your bones,
the variable, indestructible thoughts
you and only you are thinking,
the bound man at the bottom of the stairwell.
let me be the cool tall glass…
Sweet something I wrote got published on this site that also published other people that I like!
my best attempt at drawing this photograph of kanye west
http://anormaux.com/post/18324305267
don’t worry, im up here in a tree house
looking down at the ground and chanting
“thats not my style”
nah, its not my style
yeah, ill be up here for a while
lay near
for later I wish to whisper nonsense in your ear
smile slow
for later I wish to examine your bones in the snow
distance yourself
for later I wish to destroy myself in the facets of your beauty and wealth
beauty was interested in me
until i became vapidly interested in beauty
can drug dogs smell drugs running through your veins
is love a schedule one drug yet
i am afraid of the police because of your love in my veins
i would gladly go to jail over your love in my veins
1. id never do right
the intricacies of you
in the soft daylight
2. your knowledge of your
clever charm and soft allure
is so appalling
3. my recalling of
my betrayals of your faith
bring me great sadness
4. in bed with your soft
tie-dye blanket reminds me
of hills loved upon
5. a strange voice speaks quick
to me in testament to
your cloaked beauty