
Reviews returned. This is that up feeling, where thoughts are coming too fast to make sense and everything feels connected. Conspiracy theories and the pulse of the city and ridiculous risk taking. Manic. The other side of my piece, Control.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Words: 181 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Published: 06-27-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2690216
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Splitting the Second
inhale – this
silence is pressure in my
head because i
live in the
city where it's never
quiet. so my thoughts become (a
c)loud, a crow(d)
condensation of
star shaped hearts. heart
shaped stars; stare shaped
scars - i need
change. make
change, make change.
it all comes up.
comes down.
comes out:
monosyllables
, contractions.
fingertips retinas
gluetapethread
cosmetic politics care
fully chipped
flow! fly! flee! flea! fly!
colours unravel, semi-precious. an echo of
semi-sensible acoustic hum: i will
never be here
again.
attempt to
strip strap slip away
context - convex - converse - movies:
about magazines: about what
brushed up against
reality.
proverbs, platitudes, tissue
paper,
plastic handmedownsdowndowndown
islands,
smallchange,
cocktail-glass-antiheroes
all broken feathers and lowercase confessions to
childhood friends in the rain.
shinyshoed strangers in glass-and-
uranium elevators making
decisions.i
learned it from an angel in a
fever dream, a crash of
flaming swords and the wrong
accent, opposites: attract?
detract? contract? contact! collect.
name
, age, rank becomes
policy.
swallow stop signs,sing
,sting,stung,stun.
patterned sunse
ts - exhale
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