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Daily Deviation
March 26, 2008
There's something enticing and intelligent--and perhaps even slightly forbidden--in JShay's poem, for to fall on your deaf ears.
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Literature Text
You glisten in my throat, baby,
and glow across my pores -
but for our love to be
effective, you've gotta start shimmering, too.
You, though, will remain dull and we will
be like either side of
a glazed vase - sparkling Side A
vs. cold, unfinished clay.
I had been content to play Dagny Taggart
to your Hank Reardon,
or Hades, on fire with patience
to have my time with
the Persephone in you.
But now I'm out of analogies,
cyclically suffering or accepting as Joshua Shay
as you play a cool, apologetic version of yourself.
I will carry on as a
star,
guiding lost travelers like I do,
but in
this dark, cold sky,
I'll keep wishing I was floating
into you.
I will dance freely
with the other flames
and ignore the jumping embers
in my stomach whenever
I see your silhouette.
I will sidestep,
as a fighter, if ever
I let my body get
too close
to your shadowboxing fists.
Because you are cruel and
I am vicious,
we must remain: so
as not to fray
the gentle fabric of your and my
respective flesh.
and glow across my pores -
but for our love to be
effective, you've gotta start shimmering, too.
You, though, will remain dull and we will
be like either side of
a glazed vase - sparkling Side A
vs. cold, unfinished clay.
I had been content to play Dagny Taggart
to your Hank Reardon,
or Hades, on fire with patience
to have my time with
the Persephone in you.
But now I'm out of analogies,
cyclically suffering or accepting as Joshua Shay
as you play a cool, apologetic version of yourself.
I will carry on as a
star,
guiding lost travelers like I do,
but in
this dark, cold sky,
I'll keep wishing I was floating
into you.
I will dance freely
with the other flames
and ignore the jumping embers
in my stomach whenever
I see your silhouette.
I will sidestep,
as a fighter, if ever
I let my body get
too close
to your shadowboxing fists.
Because you are cruel and
I am vicious,
we must remain: so
as not to fray
the gentle fabric of your and my
respective flesh.
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drunk,
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This room is gold
like the city itself:
stone sitting smugly
on strata pedestals
looking down haughtily
at my scrawny form:
Scribbling ego
into scraps. scripts. dusty dreams.
Humming history
Till tongue is soaked
in movements and images of
people burying all mystery
in the same old void.
I was speaking to
the Rabbis wife tonight,
Slurring my words
and cursing myself
and only thinking about
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I lay naked on a dark blue couch watching B list horror movies
with names like Frankenhooker and drank carbonated strawberry wine.
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This is the first time I've ever used my own name inside of a poem. I almost used his, too, but avoided it.
See, more fire/light references? The relationship was hot and the break-up fights were heated, but things are starting to cool down.
That last sentence was proof that I should write synopses to put on DVD and book jackets.
Enjoy (or despise,) and tell me how you feel.
See, more fire/light references? The relationship was hot and the break-up fights were heated, but things are starting to cool down.
That last sentence was proof that I should write synopses to put on DVD and book jackets.
Enjoy (or despise,) and tell me how you feel.
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This may be a completely stupid question, but how do you do the spacing like that on dA?