I was born a few days before
the day I was supposed to be
and I lost the time when I should've grown
somewhere in between
I am small
but as big as can be is how you see me
like a sun as I burn and blaze
there is hollow gas within me
When the fields lay flat
I will till them with my hands
when the walls hang down
I will push them up again
As the house comes in
I will shore up all our shelter
Every cave in means
A new path to explore
I was found in a pile of leaves
the day you picked me up
like a memory that we both forgotten
somewhere in between
I am old
but as young as can be when you laugh with me
like a sun as you spin through space
ca
there is dust along the edges
where we plot our long return,
gathered cobwebs in the creases
ash from fires long out burned
ancient skin in green patina
cracks along the curves
copper shimmers deep beneath us
all the angles we unlearn
there are joints beneath the marble
when our mouths are full again
full of fear and full of promise
guilt and anticipation
new skin pink beneath the flaking
tender touch of lips on flesh
blood to fill our aching stomachs
starved we eat ourselves to death
I crash down from orbit at the designated time in the designated place and eject from the capsule
My John Glenn body a senator in a flame retardant suit of wires and catheters and connection points
Every limb moves with deliberate energy and willful force I am still submerged in the swimming pool in full regalia
I Buzz, Aldrin and adrenaline pulsing through me my eyes a blur of colors swirling too fast and measured in units of gravity
Each step a small one muscles aching as though a giant leap from floorboard to floorboard the sea of tranquility before me a cool toned kitchen lightbulb looming on the horizon
Inching toward my destination with
We are reading the second canto of Don Juan, and your jaw cuts through my flesh like a razor, painless and warm and consuming, I'm unable to focus on the words, your stubble coarse and heavy like sandpaper on the new and supple wood of the drunk girl that you're so madly in love with the beautiful soul of this week, working her body with your hard muscles until she is hollow like a canoe, her center burnt out by your heat.
Your smile is wholesome and boyish like in an old photograph of me and my neighbors covered in mud from the creek behind my house, and sometimes your eyes hold so much pain and brilliance I am shaken, I would hold you in m
This first time I died, it was by accident. Not a deliberate leap of phone cord neck looped faith or a well devised Elliott Smith on the stereo scheme but an accident. My body, a healthy husk for twenty years fed up from running the gauntlet of living for too long unthanked, decided that now was the time for action: my blood cells, white warriors lined up in Napoleonic columns marched right up to my pancreas and said "not anymore friend, you're finished in this town". And so for months I withered, unaware of my own sabotage, reveling in the compliments of "wow have you lost weight" and "jeez you look so fit" and "Jathan, are you alright? You'
There are shapes in the siding
On the house out by the school
They are distant wild and hungry
I can sense that they are cruel
There are new trees in the clearing
On the path down by the tracks
They bend down but they are fearless
Tiny timbers with aching backs
We are lost and we are freezing
Running circles under our eyes
And I can feel your pupils tighten
Deep black needle pointed knives
Let me brace my body upright
Like a shelter from the wind
Huddle down against my branches
Humble tree trunks built of skin
There are monsters in the windows
On the apartments by the river
They are happy always laughing
I can hear them dance all night
Th
we were hanging out on the roof
of an abandoned house at a party once
so I was contemplating jumping off
and you were getting drunk
or you had gotten drunk
or you were always drunk
all I recall
is you were humming something ancient
and you wanted to get off
then I was leaning toward the edge
and you were breathing against my neck
like some kind of snorkel
but I am nothing
I am vapor
so you'll end up dead
and we will laugh right out loud
about this whole thing years from now
but we will have different walls
and different floors and different people
to laugh with about it
hey I guess this old house is burning
oh let it burn down
cause
Amphyllis In Irons In Bronze by MexMongo, literature
Literature
Amphyllis In Irons In Bronze
rippling muscle careening over bone
like an avalanche
dark as night
your thighs like towers
looming at the waters edge
your shoulders unwavering
toe to toe with gravity
somehow still in the fight
my St Augustine tshirt
clinging to you like a second skin
there is a secret in this room
threatening desperately to cave us in
your St Christopher medallion
dragging me to the bottom of the bay
there is something sinister about our little house
burning brightly like a beacon on our way
liquid anguish rolling over flesh
some great deluge
thick as cream
my hands like burs
catching on the passing scenery
my footsteps faltering
cheek to cheek with des
Every sentence ends in modifying words
absolutely
Your touch is a marathon of blood
running through me
I burn
a road flare in the wind
I squirm
an animal at birth
We dance
an anchor in the earth
Entranced
a mountain caving in
Every angle curves in autoclaving turns
antiseptic
Your smile is matted blur of signals
shaking me epileptic
I burn
a road flare in the wind
I squirm
an animal at birth
We dance
an anchor in the earth
Entranced
a mountain caving in
This Chris Brown Was Innocent by MexMongo, literature
Literature
This Chris Brown Was Innocent
Like a knife cuts in reality
You tore into the driveway
A little sloppy and not quite straight
But with the full force of a razor blade
There was malice in your eye makeup
I could feel it from the steps
You conjured fire in every shallow breath
I'm a wild ensnared thing gnawing myself to death
I've got
An overabundance of under oxygenated blood
And you've got
a birthmark from every time
I lose my temper
And there is a cutout
Made of cardboard
Of a man in the garage
And he's stronger
Than we are I promise
You raised lightning from your palms
Hurled it quick and true
I might have ducked in time I don't know
The air was thick and vacant you ha
I was born a few days before
the day I was supposed to be
and I lost the time when I should've grown
somewhere in between
I am small
but as big as can be is how you see me
like a sun as I burn and blaze
there is hollow gas within me
When the fields lay flat
I will till them with my hands
when the walls hang down
I will push them up again
As the house comes in
I will shore up all our shelter
Every cave in means
A new path to explore
I was found in a pile of leaves
the day you picked me up
like a memory that we both forgotten
somewhere in between
I am old
but as young as can be when you laugh with me
like a sun as you spin through space
ca
there is dust along the edges
where we plot our long return,
gathered cobwebs in the creases
ash from fires long out burned
ancient skin in green patina
cracks along the curves
copper shimmers deep beneath us
all the angles we unlearn
there are joints beneath the marble
when our mouths are full again
full of fear and full of promise
guilt and anticipation
new skin pink beneath the flaking
tender touch of lips on flesh
blood to fill our aching stomachs
starved we eat ourselves to death
I crash down from orbit at the designated time in the designated place and eject from the capsule
My John Glenn body a senator in a flame retardant suit of wires and catheters and connection points
Every limb moves with deliberate energy and willful force I am still submerged in the swimming pool in full regalia
I Buzz, Aldrin and adrenaline pulsing through me my eyes a blur of colors swirling too fast and measured in units of gravity
Each step a small one muscles aching as though a giant leap from floorboard to floorboard the sea of tranquility before me a cool toned kitchen lightbulb looming on the horizon
Inching toward my destination with
We are reading the second canto of Don Juan, and your jaw cuts through my flesh like a razor, painless and warm and consuming, I'm unable to focus on the words, your stubble coarse and heavy like sandpaper on the new and supple wood of the drunk girl that you're so madly in love with the beautiful soul of this week, working her body with your hard muscles until she is hollow like a canoe, her center burnt out by your heat.
Your smile is wholesome and boyish like in an old photograph of me and my neighbors covered in mud from the creek behind my house, and sometimes your eyes hold so much pain and brilliance I am shaken, I would hold you in m
This first time I died, it was by accident. Not a deliberate leap of phone cord neck looped faith or a well devised Elliott Smith on the stereo scheme but an accident. My body, a healthy husk for twenty years fed up from running the gauntlet of living for too long unthanked, decided that now was the time for action: my blood cells, white warriors lined up in Napoleonic columns marched right up to my pancreas and said "not anymore friend, you're finished in this town". And so for months I withered, unaware of my own sabotage, reveling in the compliments of "wow have you lost weight" and "jeez you look so fit" and "Jathan, are you alright? You'
There are shapes in the siding
On the house out by the school
They are distant wild and hungry
I can sense that they are cruel
There are new trees in the clearing
On the path down by the tracks
They bend down but they are fearless
Tiny timbers with aching backs
We are lost and we are freezing
Running circles under our eyes
And I can feel your pupils tighten
Deep black needle pointed knives
Let me brace my body upright
Like a shelter from the wind
Huddle down against my branches
Humble tree trunks built of skin
There are monsters in the windows
On the apartments by the river
They are happy always laughing
I can hear them dance all night
Th
we were hanging out on the roof
of an abandoned house at a party once
so I was contemplating jumping off
and you were getting drunk
or you had gotten drunk
or you were always drunk
all I recall
is you were humming something ancient
and you wanted to get off
then I was leaning toward the edge
and you were breathing against my neck
like some kind of snorkel
but I am nothing
I am vapor
so you'll end up dead
and we will laugh right out loud
about this whole thing years from now
but we will have different walls
and different floors and different people
to laugh with about it
hey I guess this old house is burning
oh let it burn down
cause
Amphyllis In Irons In Bronze by MexMongo, literature
Literature
Amphyllis In Irons In Bronze
rippling muscle careening over bone
like an avalanche
dark as night
your thighs like towers
looming at the waters edge
your shoulders unwavering
toe to toe with gravity
somehow still in the fight
my St Augustine tshirt
clinging to you like a second skin
there is a secret in this room
threatening desperately to cave us in
your St Christopher medallion
dragging me to the bottom of the bay
there is something sinister about our little house
burning brightly like a beacon on our way
liquid anguish rolling over flesh
some great deluge
thick as cream
my hands like burs
catching on the passing scenery
my footsteps faltering
cheek to cheek with des
Every sentence ends in modifying words
absolutely
Your touch is a marathon of blood
running through me
I burn
a road flare in the wind
I squirm
an animal at birth
We dance
an anchor in the earth
Entranced
a mountain caving in
Every angle curves in autoclaving turns
antiseptic
Your smile is matted blur of signals
shaking me epileptic
I burn
a road flare in the wind
I squirm
an animal at birth
We dance
an anchor in the earth
Entranced
a mountain caving in
This Chris Brown Was Innocent by MexMongo, literature
Literature
This Chris Brown Was Innocent
Like a knife cuts in reality
You tore into the driveway
A little sloppy and not quite straight
But with the full force of a razor blade
There was malice in your eye makeup
I could feel it from the steps
You conjured fire in every shallow breath
I'm a wild ensnared thing gnawing myself to death
I've got
An overabundance of under oxygenated blood
And you've got
a birthmark from every time
I lose my temper
And there is a cutout
Made of cardboard
Of a man in the garage
And he's stronger
Than we are I promise
You raised lightning from your palms
Hurled it quick and true
I might have ducked in time I don't know
The air was thick and vacant you ha
I am a buzzing piano
flaring into an incoming storm of
cacophonous dark horses and
a hurricane of aurora roses born
from hemophiliac valentines.
You are a moonlight trireme
composed and performed
of slipping sandstone and
screaming, symphonic
terra firma, buried corpses.
I am an abstract cloud of
chrome veins and an inferno,
volcano, maelstrom of
billowing magma swamps and
heavy-bass firestorms.
You are a direct variation of
jettisoning debris erupting in
a plume of intact wastelands
and a blossoming charybdis
in unknown swamp waters.