I forget :/
That at my job, I can get a discount on dank by trading a free drink. I also love tumblr because its the only place I can post this.
Listen. Hear the sinewy twine shake,
holding a throb. The heavy vibration
like a thundered piano chord bouncing
off thick plaster walls. Pause. Feel the taunt
of quiver loosen blood, shaded rust. Wait. Her
dominion is false. Her earthsmoke words are late,
like a moon fall. With an august burn men
will come to fisticuffs. Ruffians. Young animals
proving their breed. But her dominion is false.
When the leaves are stained blackish, hot as life
spilled, will she face us?
Watching the crude arc,
the throat of sienna and how it struck, then rolled.
Chokecherry knots, a ravaged skein of bulbs opening up
into a fountain. Ripping the sky into a fan of fevered lights. The smell of wool,
of whiskey, and cold January skin.
Two blinks of coal mad with hope, two slivers of pitch. Two wet salves
of slate ringed with ebony. Merely, two sloe eyes.
In my arms, sharp shoulders and collar bones.
Blades below a pale sea of rind. Later, I will trace this frame,
defining each nerve and dent with abrupt attention. When asked, I will ruin you.
The arch of foot like warm marble bending, the
alabaster ankle, the tumor unused to sunlight. A shunned knob skillfully placed.
I listened to what spoke from the depths and never.
Night did surround us, with sleep and moving time.
morning eggs in the whitest room I’ve known. You moved on steady
legs in the kitchen and we began this life.
Thousands of protesters spilled into downtown Montreal on Thursday night, June 7, many of them naked or barely clothed, as police used stun grenades and truncheons to prevent them from confronting Montreal Grand Prix Formula One parties. For weeks, protesters have been promising to disrupt the Montreal Formula One Grand Prix, one of the biggest annual tourist events in Canada.
(Photo by Toma Iczkovits, http://www.tomaphotographe.com/)
See: Occupy Canada; Occupy Montreal - Occupons Montréal
high school was a tough time for me