The Eastern WallSo when they saw a cloud coming straight for their valleys, they said, "It is a passing cloud that shall give us rain." "Nay, it is that whose speedy coming ye challenged - a destructive wind wherein is an afflictive punishment - it will destroy everything at the bidding of its Lord!" And at morn, nought was to be seen but their empty dwellings. —Koran, 46:21-25The Eastern Wall
filing cabinets burn like comets staplers and copiers like the torches of mecca I wake up in a tattered armani suit smoldering with an orange-gray dust
the bedouin mother she screams out sandstorms cries at the face of a br
The Western Wall“the desert sand was not only melted, yielding a silica-glass, but also boiled and vaporized. The meteoritic iron was also in large part vaporized, afterwards condensing as a fine drizzle”The Western Wall
—Dr. L. J. Spencer of the British Museum
well it’s womb-warm out and the flashback chills from the bone inside out I ain’t got no body I ain’t got no fear
just a pistol a pair of stilts and a charlatan’s suitcase
monkeys speak gibberish birds peck and chew at soil fish dance in the mud the black tar mud
who am I kidding there’s
Messages in violet soil.I. I will fill my mouth with water stare up to the white sky you will plant your tree there saturate it with drops of memoryMessages in violet soil.
growing in the blinding greenhouse under a quadrilateral sky in glass chambers
sister of the plant people befriending tea and jasmine which were a couple once but fought in swamps of blue ink ran off to the jungles
I.5. leaves pulse writhe in the rhythm the star form
these will be our white memories and this is now, the next compartment
accretion disks form in c
To M. Giraall those men they tell me alcohol silent phones hung up in dark flats and depression are the main ingredients of their paintTo M. Gira
that the drunken man who sings of his dead father he who paints the bloodiest, most coagulated canvas dies in a gutter with a bottle his children are king
so what of me?
I swear I saw a story grinding between my teeth
I ain’t walked through no fury of hell ring of fire so I stand up tall on my own will and fancy still painting oranges black
grinding me between her teeth m
good riddens
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I appreciate it alot!
i found your page through elise, ive been reading your poetry on and off for the past few weeks, a lot of we are whole people and all too solid, your writing seems to be very personal, like a direct feed from your psyche (hehe), a lot of things seem to come from your dreams and you tend to find ways to tie them in appropriately,
whenever i write that way i always find it satisfying to re-read them, and thats the feeling i get from yours, its not demanding or self-attentive, its very solid and independent,
i am able to find little ins and outs throughout your writing that i can percieve in my own way, i think its quite unique-sometimes difficult to interpret, but you always leave opportunity for the reader, i thought you might like to hear that, i enjoy!
anyway, iadded you to devwatch if you don't mind, and nice favorite! haha, i love that one. see you around-
welcome to deviantart! should be fun times.
i miss you...visit soon? yeah i think so.
lovelise
welcome to devart.
i miss you! visit soon.
lovelise
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