July 2011
75 posts
9 tags
you were always tea
when i was craving coffee
sweet, but not so strong
8 tags
i love her because
she’s soaking wet with starlight
and i need a guide
10 tags
defense
i feel sick
drunk on red bull
shaking because it’s the only thing in my stomach
court in the morning and
they could lock me away
if they wanted to
powerless to their power suits
and lawsuits
and their words
against mine
6 tags
compression
it’s peculiar how quickly we grow
our hair and our fingernails
and our hearts
our bellies, swollen with water and blood
we stretch out after cat-naps
our souls expand with the death of a friend
our minds as we turn the pages of books
but peculiar still how we are never grown enough
to carry it all on our backs
because our spines compact
under the weight of it
shrink us down
back...
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soaked
the most tempting color i see
is the deep purple of fruit
saturated in wine
growing fat with sugar
in a punch bowl as deep as the pit in my stomach
the dark purple of ripe cherries
the burgundy of pineapple
and they way they twirl
with the alcoholic current
round and round
like a teasing lover
and i resist only
because my tongue holds the taste of regret
and the mornings that follow
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we seem to forget
the abrupt drunken genius
of whiskey-tongue poems
11 tags
& Waits was on the radio, too
high on cigarettes
writing poems on road maps
crying on the road’s warm shoulder
12 tags
i imagine sometimes
that the scar down my back
tangled & tortured looking
isn’t the outcome
of a twisted spine
it is the scar that took shape
when they removed my wings
after years of failing
to learn to fly
i imagine
that the blades they used
were blades of tall & dried grass
and the stitching
were the silks threads
of the wing-friendly wedding dress
that i’d...
thedustdancestoo asked: im opposed to captial letters too!
ps: keep writing tired fox, keep writing
ps: keep writing tired fox, keep writing
10 tags
french music/cigarettes
what a mess this house is
i’m dancing around it all though
and making lists
crossing things off
that haven’t been done
i’ll make coffee
get high and masturbate
i’ll realize eventually
that i don’t speak french
13 tags
you've become routine
you & my coffee
me, you & my morning smoke
without you, i shake
istealpens asked: Hi Tracy!
I follow your other blog and just started following this one. I wanted to ask if it's OK to reblog your stuff? Attributed, of course. Your writing inspires me.
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I follow your other blog and just started following this one. I wanted to ask if it's OK to reblog your stuff? Attributed, of course. Your writing inspires me.
-isp
7 tags
love, again.
we do not stumble into love
we do not happen upon it
like a purple daisy amongst the white ones
love does not dissolve into our blood
slowly
like a cube of sugar in tea
we fall harshly into love
the feeling coming so suddenly
that we cannot brace ourselves
with our palms
we must take the blow
allow our bones to shatter
with the contact of a smile
let our flesh tear open
and our...
12 tags
smoky cigarettes
whiskey scented, sticky air
she wants something more
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explosions tonight
colors bouncing off the skies
boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
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water reflections
on the river at midnight
twilight of your eyes
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i want to shoot you
into my blood stream
or inhale you
into my lungs
anything to have you inside me
feel you inside me
anything at all
to feel the high
of your bones
and the lows when i come
down
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you are all i want
in the summer and the spring
made out of honey
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when it gets too real, hide
hide
when it gets too real
slip under your bed
drink black coffee with the ghouls
down there
write dark stories
with no endings and no plots
lots of blood
hide
when it gets too real
under the bed
they’ll keep you company
they’ll move their scaly tails
to make room for you
down there
don’t come out
to answer the phone
or get milk for the coffee
stay and learn to...
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a cup of tea
can’t fix a b r o k e n heart
or a t
w
i
s
t
e
d
spine
but it can warm
your cold blood
and feel like a hug
in your belly
