Submissions by pong
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
24th May 2013 2:44am
24th May 2013 2:44am
a poem
Staggering in the framework, the forked promise of the heart
the rusted robot eyes, the stapled wings flap prayers in the wind
before tearing free like motile animate orni-beings
the tiny fires breaking out in the guts and
boot knives collecting last gasps
the trained hands and untouched buttons that could order the world to sleep forever
the blood tides pulling involuntary thoughts, releasing trapped exotic lies upon retreat
shifting sediments quieted again like hourglass drains
the gumdrop bullets the brain cries out for
the memory plays sadist walking in...
the rusted robot eyes, the stapled wings flap prayers in the wind
before tearing free like motile animate orni-beings
the tiny fires breaking out in the guts and
boot knives collecting last gasps
the trained hands and untouched buttons that could order the world to sleep forever
the blood tides pulling involuntary thoughts, releasing trapped exotic lies upon retreat
shifting sediments quieted again like hourglass drains
the gumdrop bullets the brain cries out for
the memory plays sadist walking in...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th May 2013 5:16pm
8th May 2013 5:16pm
Hyperspace Librarians.
When winds set to rustling old stars against loose board siding soothing a part of me asleep while the rest is left to pace the sheets,
across ecosystems,
both swollen feet cemented in the Milky Way,
striking oxygen rich discoveries, meaningless to everyone but me.
I've scraps of light to write upon,
a suitcase full of atmosphere,
Big and Little Dippers boiling starlight- old Orion’s belt & a hypo of Solarcaine.
I got DNA, two of every leaf and beast,
zip-locked and labeled safety pinned to my Lunar EVA lapel
like a note for...
across ecosystems,
both swollen feet cemented in the Milky Way,
striking oxygen rich discoveries, meaningless to everyone but me.
I've scraps of light to write upon,
a suitcase full of atmosphere,
Big and Little Dippers boiling starlight- old Orion’s belt & a hypo of Solarcaine.
I got DNA, two of every leaf and beast,
zip-locked and labeled safety pinned to my Lunar EVA lapel
like a note for...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2013 00:40am
30th Apr 2013 00:40am
A Lightning That Never Retracts
I know the way I have always known. Living in cities riddled with people, estranged, bewildered. Holding what will never be spoken. Working a language. Never allowing my whole self to be in one place at the same time. Some part of my mind always buried in books, or buried deep with in itself listening to its own silent commands.
This time is no different than any other. I am never completely here. I am in Paterson struggling with Williams, I am walking the Atlantic shore, I am driving toward revelations that will strike like a lightning that never retracts.
The way I have always...
This time is no different than any other. I am never completely here. I am in Paterson struggling with Williams, I am walking the Atlantic shore, I am driving toward revelations that will strike like a lightning that never retracts.
The way I have always...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2013 00:23am
30th Apr 2013 00:23am
Waiting At The SLV
At the SLV
I sit out front waiting for my prescription to be filled – the cars pushed along on an invisible current –
Nothing means anything more than what it is when waiting like this, watching the lights change, and the cars in the stream.
I choose to patronize this pharmacy because it is locally owned and even in my addictions my social conscience won’t shut up. Also they are fast. Most I ever waited was fifteen minutes. A visit to Walgreen’s often results in one hour of watching the lights change from red to green to yellow and back.
The last time I found myself at...
I sit out front waiting for my prescription to be filled – the cars pushed along on an invisible current –
Nothing means anything more than what it is when waiting like this, watching the lights change, and the cars in the stream.
I choose to patronize this pharmacy because it is locally owned and even in my addictions my social conscience won’t shut up. Also they are fast. Most I ever waited was fifteen minutes. A visit to Walgreen’s often results in one hour of watching the lights change from red to green to yellow and back.
The last time I found myself at...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Apr 2013 4:47am
11th Apr 2013 4:47am
All Hemingways Must Suffer
#narrative
#ShortStory
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