April 2012
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When I\'m talking about someone and realize...
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March 2012
43 posts
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Euphoria (Revised)
We are following a blue jay –
the air dripping off him trails, spooling off
behind his wingtips carving the shallow sky –
Each wingtip dipped in ink, dragging its
calligraphy behind him.
We glide in tow below, up the gentle grade,
The swirling ribbons of vapor hanging over us –
Smoky helixes left suspended by seconds-old barrel rolls.
The wisps of cloud – stagnant gray streamers –...
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Do I Dare (“Diagonal Snow”, revised)
Do I dare disturb the universe? The crumpling
of the snow below my boots seems all the provoking
I can manage on such a tenuous evening.
Between my vertebrae
I can hear my nerves forget themselves.
The wetness at my toes pulls the heat from them
In long thin strands.
I am at the mercy of the sharp air,
Stripping my throat of all its precious calmness and
Squeezing the moisture...
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An Imagined Vacation in London, England
Rain on concrete
stubbornly reflects the sky above
Hard to describe without saying gray
bus brakes whine, the sidewalk hums
the city has a motor
I’m waiting for it to stall
seated in a glass shelter across the Atlantic ocean
I wonder how much mercury is in the rain here
and in the cold sweat fogging up my skin
it’s no use
nothing evaporates
but all the air is soaked
Urban...
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To Remy
Your voice told us about Philadelphia and things
other people had seen. The microphone only amplified
the creaky waverings of your nervous throat.
Your other hand, now in your pocket
now out of your pocket
has been flush with the ground
and pressed against glass
and wrapped around candles
not complaining about the wax running down their knuckles.
You deserve composure; your words are...
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Rock Paper Scissors
You were running out of the house
with a pot full of fire water
an inverse Prometheus.
You whisper-shouted
shit! shit! shit!
as you hustled on your tip toes through the snow
holding out before you the bucket of boiling flame,
then heaved, arms outstretched,
dropping the frightening mess
as far away as you could.
It landed without a splash in a snowbank.
I think the universe must have...
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
SOMEDAY!
Someday.
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All the Noise
In the afternoon I walked to a field
where no lungs breathe
and the whispering stalks sway;
a golden field fenced by stone and trees
that hasn’t felt the stamp of a hoof in a lifetime.
A hawk sailed through the air
flapping once, twice,
not concerned with the shifting warmth
or the sighing pink of the sky;
the remaining puddles of sunlight
leaking into each other.
A twig snapped...
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Light listened when she sang
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Silent Lullabies (Back and Forth, Back and Forth)
I remember the little things that make me
Close my eyes and breathe through my nose,
Things I wrap around my heart,
Strips of wet papier-mâché, uniform and never drying.
Smoothing out the wrinkles and covering my soul airtight.
I forget the little things that will dry soft, old and separate
Like fraying yellowed bandages, and will flap in the wispy breeze of life.
Tattered, they will...
i just want to go home for spring break and get on my dad’s imac and abuse garageband for seven hours a day
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there’s this blonde girl that i keep coming
like an inch away from kissing
and i never pull the trigger
i can’t tell if i’m teasing me or teasing her
Anthony Green is the shit. Like, in more than one...
February 2012
106 posts
