Submissions by javalini
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
HOLES
there are holes
big as fists
where the wind whistles
through
what am i
supposed to do with that?
in summer
Ra holds me
like a baby,
rocks me in his
silver arms
and i am
his mirror,
glowing
like a god,
holy
as jesus,
swaddled
in warmth
i am orphaned
in winter,
lonely for heat,
that bitch's
grey lips
like frost on
my bones,
sucking at
the marrow
big as fists
where the wind whistles
through
what am i
supposed to do with that?
in summer
Ra holds me
like a baby,
rocks me in his
silver arms
and i am
his mirror,
glowing
like a god,
holy
as jesus,
swaddled
in warmth
i am orphaned
in winter,
lonely for heat,
that bitch's
grey lips
like frost on
my bones,
sucking at
the marrow
#winter
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A POET'S LAMENT
i have no secrets left
everything has been surrendered -- it was all mundane and of little interest to anyone
all my catastrophes -- the hair loss, the unrequited affections, etc. -- were apparently flashes in the pan of an ordinary life,
worthy of a sympathetic nod or a little reassurance
or maybe some half-assed advice from a stranger eating a stale doughnut in a church basement
all my addictions were easily overcome
my proclivities were banal -- i said banal -- with a "b"
all my sins were venial -- the priest sighed
and i said...
everything has been surrendered -- it was all mundane and of little interest to anyone
all my catastrophes -- the hair loss, the unrequited affections, etc. -- were apparently flashes in the pan of an ordinary life,
worthy of a sympathetic nod or a little reassurance
or maybe some half-assed advice from a stranger eating a stale doughnut in a church basement
all my addictions were easily overcome
my proclivities were banal -- i said banal -- with a "b"
all my sins were venial -- the priest sighed
and i said...
#parody
#satirical
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DOG
ordinary
as me, this one--
part one thing
and another,
saved
from ruin
and still
aching
for love,
always
waiting,
wanting
there is
nobility
in mongrel blood,
a hybrid
soul
behind eyes
deep
as sky
but brown
as earth
things
said
but not spoken
a heart
designed
to love
as me, this one--
part one thing
and another,
saved
from ruin
and still
aching
for love,
always
waiting,
wanting
there is
nobility
in mongrel blood,
a hybrid
soul
behind eyes
deep
as sky
but brown
as earth
things
said
but not spoken
a heart
designed
to love
#love
#dogs
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SUMMER DREAM
dreamed of
long days
under the light
of heaven,
my silver star
burning
and every
bead
of sweat
was holy
in summer heat
wings sprouted
from the blades
of my back
and i was
part angel
but still
weighted
by bone
and blood,
too heavy
for flight
though all my
prayers
were vapor
rising,
finding their way
in winter's grey
there is no such luck
long days
under the light
of heaven,
my silver star
burning
and every
bead
of sweat
was holy
in summer heat
wings sprouted
from the blades
of my back
and i was
part angel
but still
weighted
by bone
and blood,
too heavy
for flight
though all my
prayers
were vapor
rising,
finding their way
in winter's grey
there is no such luck
#happiness
#dreams
#summer #spiritual
#summer #spiritual
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BRIGHT MORNING PRAYER
i am a devotee
of the star king
Ra,
touched
by silver hands
and swallowed by
heat
and light
i am healed
delivered
sanctified
saved
and resurrected
in the glory His bright
and holy day
amen
of the star king
Ra,
touched
by silver hands
and swallowed by
heat
and light
i am healed
delivered
sanctified
saved
and resurrected
in the glory His bright
and holy day
amen
#happiness
#sun
#summer #pagan
#summer #pagan
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THIS AND THAT
i am neither
one thing
or another
and never was
and never will
be only this
or just that
but am each
in its ragged
time,
selves
dwelling in this
familiar cloak
of flesh,
an endless
rush
of tides
rising,
falling,
subservient
to sun
and moon
and devil
and god,
breaking
now
on this
rocky shore
one thing
or another
and never was
and never will
be only this
or just that
but am each
in its ragged
time,
selves
dwelling in this
familiar cloak
of flesh,
an endless
rush
of tides
rising,
falling,
subservient
to sun
and moon
and devil
and god,
breaking
now
on this
rocky shore
#identity
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LIGHT
what is broken
here
who is limping,
bruised -
who is weary
who is sick of it
who wants out
who dreams of deserts,
of hot sand and rocks
and wells stretching to the core
for want of water,
who desires sun
above all else,
who dreams of basking
in Ra's sweet embrace,
craves heat and light
thinks of running
all the time,
of slipping away
despite the consequences
the repercussions
the inevitable outcomes,
who?
here
who is limping,
bruised -
who is weary
who is sick of it
who wants out
who dreams of deserts,
of hot sand and rocks
and wells stretching to the core
for want of water,
who desires sun
above all else,
who dreams of basking
in Ra's sweet embrace,
craves heat and light
thinks of running
all the time,
of slipping away
despite the consequences
the repercussions
the inevitable outcomes,
who?
#shadows
#despair
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FUNERAL
my spine bent
and rusty
as a pulled nail
this morning
and i'm too goddamn small
for this suit --
Linda says i'm too thin
and asks if i've been sick
and i say no, just sad,
so many friends
sick
demented
dying
dead
and jesus
what's wrong
with thin
look at these
fat fucks
and she
snickers,
takes my hand
and squeezes
and, god,
she is so kind
and so beautiful
and i just want to tell her
to squeeze the joy
out of every minute
of every goddamned day ...
and rusty
as a pulled nail
this morning
and i'm too goddamn small
for this suit --
Linda says i'm too thin
and asks if i've been sick
and i say no, just sad,
so many friends
sick
demented
dying
dead
and jesus
what's wrong
with thin
look at these
fat fucks
and she
snickers,
takes my hand
and squeezes
and, god,
she is so kind
and so beautiful
and i just want to tell her
to squeeze the joy
out of every minute
of every goddamned day ...
#death
#aging
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DOOM
we get tired
and that's all doom wants
is a little weariness
that we might lay
our sad old heads
in her bony lap
and let go
of the world
doesn't care
who loves us
or who we love
or what we owe
or what's owed to us
just wants us
tired
and weak
and ready
and then creeps in
to wrap her spindly arms
'round what aches inside
and lay her cold, pale skin
upon us
and take us on down
and that's all doom wants
is a little weariness
that we might lay
our sad old heads
in her bony lap
and let go
of the world
doesn't care
who loves us
or who we love
or what we owe
or what's owed to us
just wants us
tired
and weak
and ready
and then creeps in
to wrap her spindly arms
'round what aches inside
and lay her cold, pale skin
upon us
and take us on down
#death
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OUR GOOD LOVE
i love
every piece
of you,
all that you are --
even the parts
i don't like, i love
and how is that?
that this old man
would love an old woman
so much
and see her fears
and failures
and foibles
and still call
his home heaven
and count her
among his blessings
and thank his gods
for the privilege
of these bright mornings
of good coffee
and conversation
and these things
reciprocal --
so this old man
thankful, too, ...
every piece
of you,
all that you are --
even the parts
i don't like, i love
and how is that?
that this old man
would love an old woman
so much
and see her fears
and failures
and foibles
and still call
his home heaven
and count her
among his blessings
and thank his gods
for the privilege
of these bright mornings
of good coffee
and conversation
and these things
reciprocal --
so this old man
thankful, too, ...
#happiness
#love
#beauty #aging
#beauty #aging
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ARTIFACTS
all that money gone
for 286 ibm compatible
with four megabytes
of random access memory
rolodex
polaroid square shooter
freakin' eight track
boom box
olympus OM1
ford goddamn fiesta,
escort, ranger
smith corona with
self correcting ribbon
black & white analog TV
a thousand rolls of kodachrome
cassette tapes
beeper
answering machines
and dream on dream on dream
and then this woman
and that one
and houses
and goddamn...
for 286 ibm compatible
with four megabytes
of random access memory
rolodex
polaroid square shooter
freakin' eight track
boom box
olympus OM1
ford goddamn fiesta,
escort, ranger
smith corona with
self correcting ribbon
black & white analog TV
a thousand rolls of kodachrome
cassette tapes
beeper
answering machines
and dream on dream on dream
and then this woman
and that one
and houses
and goddamn...
#LifeCycle
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SHADOW LIFE
i am shadow
cast in fragile flesh
air,
then water
sun, then soil
one thing
then another
known, and not,
ducking behind a face
like my father's
scoundrel,
saint, and shaman
same as you
artist
dilettante
dust
free as wind, yet
bound to this
cast in fragile flesh
air,
then water
sun, then soil
one thing
then another
known, and not,
ducking behind a face
like my father's
scoundrel,
saint, and shaman
same as you
artist
dilettante
dust
free as wind, yet
bound to this
#SelfReflection
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