Submissions by heterodynemind
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2010 9:26pm
12th Mar 2010 9:26pm
Meeting you was a birth
Meeting you was a birth:
A membrane was moved aside,
Amid fleeting showers of starfall,
Ranging comets round the moon's face,
A cosmic wind tearing Aurora's veil.
Clinging to the wake of heavenly bodies:
An eclipse in darkness,
An opening to light,
A diving into deepness,
A deepening of sight.
A membrane was moved aside,
Amid fleeting showers of starfall,
Ranging comets round the moon's face,
A cosmic wind tearing Aurora's veil.
Clinging to the wake of heavenly bodies:
An eclipse in darkness,
An opening to light,
A diving into deepness,
A deepening of sight.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2010 5:33pm
11th Mar 2010 5:33pm
I was gagging on poetry
I was gagging on poetry
And nothing could help:
I was gagging on poetry
So they let me lay my head
On Emily's desk
And her inkwell spilled.
I was gagging on poetry
And they covered me up
With Whitman's army blanket
On which I promptly threw up.
I was gagging on poetry
And the Poet Laureate
Sent me a get well bouquet
Of forget me knots.
I was gagging on poetry
And all my poems
Kept getting rejected
For Selective Service.
I was gagging on poetry
And they performed
The Heimlich maneuver
...
And nothing could help:
I was gagging on poetry
So they let me lay my head
On Emily's desk
And her inkwell spilled.
I was gagging on poetry
And they covered me up
With Whitman's army blanket
On which I promptly threw up.
I was gagging on poetry
And the Poet Laureate
Sent me a get well bouquet
Of forget me knots.
I was gagging on poetry
And all my poems
Kept getting rejected
For Selective Service.
I was gagging on poetry
And they performed
The Heimlich maneuver
...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th Mar 2010 5:25pm
11th Mar 2010 5:25pm
Declaration of Dependence
Your world belongs to me now.
I can take over every aspect of it, 24/7,
Stopping just shy, by a few micrometers, of what the law allows.
I'll accompany you now on all shopping trips
Offering my advice from, oh, forty feet or so away.
I'll utilize binoculars to make sure you're not doing anything unsafe.
Amazing how well those things work sometimes.
Especially at night, eh?
I might have to replace your dog with a smaller, less intimidating unit;
Of course; you're free to keep the replacement or do whatever you want with him.
Don't want to risk a serious...
I can take over every aspect of it, 24/7,
Stopping just shy, by a few micrometers, of what the law allows.
I'll accompany you now on all shopping trips
Offering my advice from, oh, forty feet or so away.
I'll utilize binoculars to make sure you're not doing anything unsafe.
Amazing how well those things work sometimes.
Especially at night, eh?
I might have to replace your dog with a smaller, less intimidating unit;
Of course; you're free to keep the replacement or do whatever you want with him.
Don't want to risk a serious...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2010 3:05am
11th Mar 2010 3:05am
Lock Down
Today I finally figured out that
My life is actually a series of days spent
In a cheap motel; drinking bad coffee,
Walking wide circles trying to stay
Out of your way-
But you've too many arms and your
Reach is much too long.
You're too smart and you never forget.
Although mostly I'm a fixture and others
Hold your main attention,
I keep dancing sideways to avoid you
But I'm always moving too slow.
I creak when I walk so you know
Just where I am, even in the dark;
Like ugly imitation leather shoes
Forgotten in the rain...
My life is actually a series of days spent
In a cheap motel; drinking bad coffee,
Walking wide circles trying to stay
Out of your way-
But you've too many arms and your
Reach is much too long.
You're too smart and you never forget.
Although mostly I'm a fixture and others
Hold your main attention,
I keep dancing sideways to avoid you
But I'm always moving too slow.
I creak when I walk so you know
Just where I am, even in the dark;
Like ugly imitation leather shoes
Forgotten in the rain...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Mar 2010 3:03am
11th Mar 2010 3:03am
Sanctuary
I tremble so violently sometimes
Like someone who's just given birth-
The tide's gone out, and left the sand bar unbalanced.
The images are ripped, torn loose from my raw under belly
My pregnant dorsal fin
My Achilles heel: wounded, because I ran away
But then tripped over my own spear
Pursued by my own venom,
The words gush out in my conscious blood
At a critical moment, when the flow brims
I choke on my own masochistic chagrin.
The glib moon prevaricates;
Stray beams illuminate the ruined castles;
There's too much nobility to...
Like someone who's just given birth-
The tide's gone out, and left the sand bar unbalanced.
The images are ripped, torn loose from my raw under belly
My pregnant dorsal fin
My Achilles heel: wounded, because I ran away
But then tripped over my own spear
Pursued by my own venom,
The words gush out in my conscious blood
At a critical moment, when the flow brims
I choke on my own masochistic chagrin.
The glib moon prevaricates;
Stray beams illuminate the ruined castles;
There's too much nobility to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 3:31am
10th Mar 2010 3:31am
When you first wake up after sleeping
When you first wake up after sleeping
If you will hold very still,
You will realize that you are holding in your mouth
An exquisite glass form of a dream
Which you have been blowing all night,
With every exhalation forced out
And it is like nobody else's
And has never before been seen;
For each of us is like a kaleidoscope
And we include different layers in our glass,
Taking it all from within ourselves;
The exact parts needed for the form we are making,
Taking the pieces from other dimensions;
Things which might seem untrue in...
If you will hold very still,
You will realize that you are holding in your mouth
An exquisite glass form of a dream
Which you have been blowing all night,
With every exhalation forced out
And it is like nobody else's
And has never before been seen;
For each of us is like a kaleidoscope
And we include different layers in our glass,
Taking it all from within ourselves;
The exact parts needed for the form we are making,
Taking the pieces from other dimensions;
Things which might seem untrue in...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2010 3:23am
10th Mar 2010 3:23am
Of Bonfires and Rainbows
Sometimes used to think that babies could only dwell
In their special realm, of sweet baby smells;
Tidy white crib, with the even spaced bars.
Pony lamps too, pink and yellow and blue.
And sweet tasting sugary medicines
To help the sick babies get better again
And such soft, cottony diapers
Held with pastel-headed pins:
All softness and gurgle and coo.
But even baby has to go away sometimes;
The little blue eyes glaze over
Like a doll's souless eyes, of factory hardened glass
That only can stare in one direction now;
And their sweetly...
In their special realm, of sweet baby smells;
Tidy white crib, with the even spaced bars.
Pony lamps too, pink and yellow and blue.
And sweet tasting sugary medicines
To help the sick babies get better again
And such soft, cottony diapers
Held with pastel-headed pins:
All softness and gurgle and coo.
But even baby has to go away sometimes;
The little blue eyes glaze over
Like a doll's souless eyes, of factory hardened glass
That only can stare in one direction now;
And their sweetly...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2010 8:35pm
8th Mar 2010 8:35pm
Running in Place
I saw your shoes lying there as if abandoned,
Kicked off in place where you left them:
One turned on its side, the other several inches away.
It had the appearance of an explosion that knocked you
Clear of your shoes, yet left them precisely positioned,
A sprawling blueprint of your limbs last seizured choreographies.
The same thing happens in the oceans gravid,
Endlessly moving twilight worlds:
Shoes are scattered around the Titanic's rusting hulk,
Even still found in pairs here and there.
Shoes in perpetually waterlogged, rotten rigor...
Kicked off in place where you left them:
One turned on its side, the other several inches away.
It had the appearance of an explosion that knocked you
Clear of your shoes, yet left them precisely positioned,
A sprawling blueprint of your limbs last seizured choreographies.
The same thing happens in the oceans gravid,
Endlessly moving twilight worlds:
Shoes are scattered around the Titanic's rusting hulk,
Even still found in pairs here and there.
Shoes in perpetually waterlogged, rotten rigor...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2010 8:32pm
8th Mar 2010 8:32pm
How Cryosurgery is Performed on a Living Heart
When someone you loved very much dies, strange things
Start to happen to you, that you don't notice right away:
The hologram that their influence built around you
Turns inside-out; the bulk of it shrinks down
Into one of those super-dense singularities.
Their belongings start to feel impersonal and oddly distant;
Reminiscent of a strangers bags, sitting packed for the departure.
All the love and caring is siphoned out
When the owner leaves existence behind:
The void they left fills with a surreal grace, when viewed
From the novelty of their...
Start to happen to you, that you don't notice right away:
The hologram that their influence built around you
Turns inside-out; the bulk of it shrinks down
Into one of those super-dense singularities.
Their belongings start to feel impersonal and oddly distant;
Reminiscent of a strangers bags, sitting packed for the departure.
All the love and caring is siphoned out
When the owner leaves existence behind:
The void they left fills with a surreal grace, when viewed
From the novelty of their...
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Mar 2010 3:46am
8th Mar 2010 3:46am
I Have a Tattoo of You in My Heart
I have a tattoo of you in my heart-
no one else can see it,
but it's right there on the inside.
If I concentrate, I can almost feel it:
A peculiar raised rawness,
like a cattle brand might leave;
the nerves all burnt and exposed,
as if singed by a sadistic cigarette wielder.
Funny thing is, I don't remember signing up for a tattoo
Though I do recall a lot of pain, one night;
remember thinking, I wasn't going to make it
through till the sunrise;
doesn't the worst pain always come
in the blackness before dawn,
and I was surprised to...
no one else can see it,
but it's right there on the inside.
If I concentrate, I can almost feel it:
A peculiar raised rawness,
like a cattle brand might leave;
the nerves all burnt and exposed,
as if singed by a sadistic cigarette wielder.
Funny thing is, I don't remember signing up for a tattoo
Though I do recall a lot of pain, one night;
remember thinking, I wasn't going to make it
through till the sunrise;
doesn't the worst pain always come
in the blackness before dawn,
and I was surprised to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2010 3:41am
8th Mar 2010 3:41am
Miranda Warning
You have the right not to look into Miranda's eyes.
Anytime you do look into Miranda's eyes,
Anything you see there can and will cause you to fall in love with Miranda.
You have the right to counsel on how to write a proper love letter to Miranda.
If you have no pencil and paper, they will be provided for you.
Do you understand this, as it has been explained to you?
Anytime you do look into Miranda's eyes,
Anything you see there can and will cause you to fall in love with Miranda.
You have the right to counsel on how to write a proper love letter to Miranda.
If you have no pencil and paper, they will be provided for you.
Do you understand this, as it has been explained to you?
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Mar 2010 1:56am
7th Mar 2010 1:56am
Insomnia Reconstructed
Insomnia reminds us of how the world gets demolished
And the too-sharp corners rounded off
During the time we normally would be sleeping.
At 12 a.m, we hear the sick baby screaming
But by 2, the sound is growing weaker;
And there are only mewling noises after that;
While It's mother hopes that perhaps sleep is coming finally.
At 2 a.m, the serial killer has grown tired
Of toying with his latest catch
And he finishes them off then, and falls asleep soundly
To his favorite lullaby, the drip-dropping
Of the last escaping blood, ...
And the too-sharp corners rounded off
During the time we normally would be sleeping.
At 12 a.m, we hear the sick baby screaming
But by 2, the sound is growing weaker;
And there are only mewling noises after that;
While It's mother hopes that perhaps sleep is coming finally.
At 2 a.m, the serial killer has grown tired
Of toying with his latest catch
And he finishes them off then, and falls asleep soundly
To his favorite lullaby, the drip-dropping
Of the last escaping blood, ...
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