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yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 7:50am
20th Apr 2019 7:50am
Lakeside 17/30
In this moment
the wooly foam
of moving words
are what lights
our way to each other
in a limbo
of limbs.
Upon the stillness
a row of us
stumble as dominos
with numbers
denoting our fronts
and compress the snow.
Under the moon
we pack our
elbow knees knuckles
with our names
as muscle memory
paired with that
which can bend
an opening.
What our body
forgets friends
will return
in the cumulative
history of their bodies.
...
the wooly foam
of moving words
are what lights
our way to each other
in a limbo
of limbs.
Upon the stillness
a row of us
stumble as dominos
with numbers
denoting our fronts
and compress the snow.
Under the moon
we pack our
elbow knees knuckles
with our names
as muscle memory
paired with that
which can bend
an opening.
What our body
forgets friends
will return
in the cumulative
history of their bodies.
...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
7th Apr 2019 7:58am
7th Apr 2019 7:58am
Lakeside 6/30
is something that resembles
eras of glamour on the empty
ribs yon peaks meat
gone frayed which subjects
us to acknowledgment-
silence knit clouds in marrow
see past red spray find aired words
my fists openfly slipshod over mud
babies real petri- fictions alive there
regardless, regard- glass mouths sealed
eras of glamour on the empty
ribs yon peaks meat
gone frayed which subjects
us to acknowledgment-
silence knit clouds in marrow
see past red spray find aired words
my fists openfly slipshod over mud
babies real petri- fictions alive there
regardless, regard- glass mouths sealed
#identity
#nature
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#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2019 3:57pm
22nd Apr 2019 3:57pm
Lakeside 20/30
Let us hang our hands
besides our mirror;
this is a time of publicness.
Consider strings tugging eyebrows
and lips curling a cat’s tail-
irritation or affirmation.
Squint, squelch and things
become quantum expressions-
only with known parameters,
full stops and a fateful
morse face.
Widen, warp into chipmunk
cheeks of autumn and eyeful
words are now chunks
of distance past Mars-
only with known extremities.
Our rooms are no rooms
at all even though they
have...
besides our mirror;
this is a time of publicness.
Consider strings tugging eyebrows
and lips curling a cat’s tail-
irritation or affirmation.
Squint, squelch and things
become quantum expressions-
only with known parameters,
full stops and a fateful
morse face.
Widen, warp into chipmunk
cheeks of autumn and eyeful
words are now chunks
of distance past Mars-
only with known extremities.
Our rooms are no rooms
at all even though they
have...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
27th Apr 2019 7:20am
27th Apr 2019 7:20am
Lakeside 26/30
A different kind of ending
is happening in the underbrush
you might see it as a kind of matted
with its braids and twisted
bodies making do with space though it appears a mess
a real pollack moment of turning a head
everything appears fast
appears indiscernible and indescribable and streamed
of starved language
pretty much it’s a whirligig or a thingamabob
that all needs to be weed-whacked
to most
flattening what exists in a layer between control and worldview
mowers and machetes, landscapers...
is happening in the underbrush
you might see it as a kind of matted
with its braids and twisted
bodies making do with space though it appears a mess
a real pollack moment of turning a head
everything appears fast
appears indiscernible and indescribable and streamed
of starved language
pretty much it’s a whirligig or a thingamabob
that all needs to be weed-whacked
to most
flattening what exists in a layer between control and worldview
mowers and machetes, landscapers...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
29th Apr 2019 8:05am
29th Apr 2019 8:05am
Lakeside 28/30
fathomless is not crossing
a gap like the Sound for I can
bend myself mold myself
a fin or boat what my ears
can not do my body
does for me is elsewhere
a sundry of bone and
nerves manifest in sundering
of subject I part him
to propel what is carried
on my back as a question
of...
a gap like the Sound for I can
bend myself mold myself
a fin or boat what my ears
can not do my body
does for me is elsewhere
a sundry of bone and
nerves manifest in sundering
of subject I part him
to propel what is carried
on my back as a question
of...
#identity
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
19th Apr 2019 7:37am
19th Apr 2019 7:37am
Lakeside 16/30
Interlude: Here is an inter-
view of those, planks and grout
of silence. Stacked
and stuck together, glued hands
piling up. Quite similar
to signing comfort
only it doesn’t come apart
ever easily. It’s in the attitude
of momentum- of the beat
which lifts up off
the ground. Our hands
rubbing together makes
a sound like heat.
I am levitation. The hands
push me up higher
until I am in the middle
of air. Untouched.
I leviathan as fog
over liquid, spread fingers
circling against each ...
view of those, planks and grout
of silence. Stacked
and stuck together, glued hands
piling up. Quite similar
to signing comfort
only it doesn’t come apart
ever easily. It’s in the attitude
of momentum- of the beat
which lifts up off
the ground. Our hands
rubbing together makes
a sound like heat.
I am levitation. The hands
push me up higher
until I am in the middle
of air. Untouched.
I leviathan as fog
over liquid, spread fingers
circling against each ...
#identity
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
10th Apr 2019 7:29am
10th Apr 2019 7:29am
Lakeside 9/30
At this side of this lake, on a side of its classroom,
the stilted return to formless. They take the mirror
surface made of stars beyond a wobbly city and
remake themselves into yes. They make
lattices of their spines with toothpicks
and test the strength with textbooks.
Play pick-up sticks all night. Next, they take-
instead- trunks of trees which are a literature of ages.
The lake pushes more silt, more clay
towards logistics. It says to wait for the sun to dry
the skin but first, move, and the mud...
the stilted return to formless. They take the mirror
surface made of stars beyond a wobbly city and
remake themselves into yes. They make
lattices of their spines with toothpicks
and test the strength with textbooks.
Play pick-up sticks all night. Next, they take-
instead- trunks of trees which are a literature of ages.
The lake pushes more silt, more clay
towards logistics. It says to wait for the sun to dry
the skin but first, move, and the mud...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
12th Apr 2019 7:46am
12th Apr 2019 7:46am
Lakeside 11/30
The water gliders wait
and drift on tension,
Wait to chomp down
on our green bodies.
To mill them down
into a lake floor.
This is what it
means to jump,
To break a surface
and glitter a bottom
in pieces, lower than
what sees the light.
It is cool and damper
than damp. Above, we see
the rain and its typing
un-noised.
The fins whomp
us, the duckbills
nudge us. We twist
and disperse as thoughts,
brown and necessary.
With swords of butter...
and drift on tension,
Wait to chomp down
on our green bodies.
To mill them down
into a lake floor.
This is what it
means to jump,
To break a surface
and glitter a bottom
in pieces, lower than
what sees the light.
It is cool and damper
than damp. Above, we see
the rain and its typing
un-noised.
The fins whomp
us, the duckbills
nudge us. We twist
and disperse as thoughts,
brown and necessary.
With swords of butter...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
13th Apr 2019 7:45am
13th Apr 2019 7:45am
Lakeside 12/30
People come to our shores,
steal glances, whisper back and forth
or maybe they’re dog-whistling
through the steel tubes of their lips.
I wash upon the world
in hyperbole and they exclaim
so beautiful, can you teach me
how to wave like you do.
I wash upon the world
typecast as a panorama
of dancing hands. Obvious
as nature. My expressions unclothed.
People come to our shores
from their city of ears
and say how pastoral and
quaint are our song of pictures.
I wash upon the world, babbling ...
steal glances, whisper back and forth
or maybe they’re dog-whistling
through the steel tubes of their lips.
I wash upon the world
in hyperbole and they exclaim
so beautiful, can you teach me
how to wave like you do.
I wash upon the world
typecast as a panorama
of dancing hands. Obvious
as nature. My expressions unclothed.
People come to our shores
from their city of ears
and say how pastoral and
quaint are our song of pictures.
I wash upon the world, babbling ...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Apr 2019 6:02am
28th Apr 2019 6:02am
Lakeside 27/30
So we clap like trees in a life-
sustaining storm, shaking and
shaking in cheer, we sprout tendrils
with something to say and spread wide
not as a mouth but blanket the air
with our touch and slough the drops
to this lake of ours. Hearts dense of weathering,
here we condense to that of a wave
cresting without gravity. Look, we fly
our thoughts to stage, leaves turning over
our tender undersides, a brightness
that belies the sunny side-up
waxiness of daily frying beach days.
That is not to say we...
sustaining storm, shaking and
shaking in cheer, we sprout tendrils
with something to say and spread wide
not as a mouth but blanket the air
with our touch and slough the drops
to this lake of ours. Hearts dense of weathering,
here we condense to that of a wave
cresting without gravity. Look, we fly
our thoughts to stage, leaves turning over
our tender undersides, a brightness
that belies the sunny side-up
waxiness of daily frying beach days.
That is not to say we...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Apr 2019 6:23am
5th Apr 2019 6:23am
Lakeside 4/30
The tips emerge as a fire bush
of winter with its index
of buds, I make a list
of its sounds of growth.
Creep, feast,
stacked plat
es of blue m
oon, silverwa
re of tiny fists
opening and
squeezing thr
ough the guts,
platforms for
spittle beetles
and their unre
pentant corpu
scular beads-
fight or flight;
they chose fan
cy- camouflag
e is for the lou
dest of us, shy-
sters…. ...
of winter with its index
of buds, I make a list
of its sounds of growth.
Creep, feast,
stacked plat
es of blue m
oon, silverwa
re of tiny fists
opening and
squeezing thr
ough the guts,
platforms for
spittle beetles
and their unre
pentant corpu
scular beads-
fight or flight;
they chose fan
cy- camouflag
e is for the lou
dest of us, shy-
sters…. ...
#nature
#surreal
#NaPoWriMo2019 #identity
#NaPoWriMo2019 #identity
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
16th Apr 2019 7:39am
16th Apr 2019 7:39am
Lakeside 15/30
I have taken nails out of wood
frames and taken the pin out of leitmotif
his eyes sirened like pulsar stars all over
his black surface, shriller than and- then
he is a wheel
emotive in pieces upon which I
paint faces on heads, flat-
-tened them buttercup dumb, everywhere
is spread out of hand, but these
stumps mine moving all the same
here is my touchstone
in the sawdust arboreal of the subject ...
frames and taken the pin out of leitmotif
his eyes sirened like pulsar stars all over
his black surface, shriller than and- then
he is a wheel
emotive in pieces upon which I
paint faces on heads, flat-
-tened them buttercup dumb, everywhere
is spread out of hand, but these
stumps mine moving all the same
here is my touchstone
in the sawdust arboreal of the subject ...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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