papers/lighter/text

crumbled and rolled

nov 24 2009 04/07/2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — paperslightertext @ 1:27 am

the unbinding

Aphorism that once lilted with grace
Are pulled apart at the commas,
Assassinated with miscommunication.
Spliced and dangling,
Intransigent and ignorant,
My words are interlopers, squatters,
Lice-ridden rabble-rousers,
Homeless fiends of inconsequence.

They mutter to themselves
In the confines of the alley,
Aggravated as they are ignored
By the throng running by,
Pretending not to notice the signs and signifiers.
In the margins ideas fester
Unexpressed discontent wears itself to a blister.
Filled with blood and puss over tender skin.

When it’s slit it oozes off the page,
And drips down onto the pavement.
To be trample by the heels, soles, open toes
Carried unknowingly to the abortion rally,
The bake sale, and the synagogue,
Leaving little stains on the ground,
From which will sprout more evidence
Of my ignorance, as it flowers and trying to convince
The swarming buzzing
Cloud of liars, thieves, and sycophants
Of all the ignorance
I thought was so important
but really aint..

Laughter will choke the roots
The blister will subside
The homeless metaphors will break
Into a chorus. A hustling young agent
Will sign them to an exclusive engagement
And I will be ever the less expressed
Mute mouth and fingerless.
Slogging in this carapace.

That’s the rub, until the roots
All crumble to incoherence,
Decomposed and recomposing,
By the random the logic of entropy
Passed down through generations
By the sons of God and apes,
The daughters of the rain,
Until there remains only a myth of truth
In all our Mothers’ hand-me-down pain.

 

04/06/2013

Filed under: Uncategorized — paperslightertext @ 11:55 pm

I miss listening to Pavement with you and the way you laughed: a little slow to react, and much too enthused. I miss that you’d request certain songs of mine, like the one I wrote about waiting for a vibrator in the mail.

you can’t think too hard about it
obsess about it and you start to dissect it
don’t resurrect it it’s best to neglect it
forget you’re hungry and go back to the kitchen
just quit your bitchin
wear that dress make a mess

pray for a plume of volcanic ash
wait for the thunderstorms to pass
if the oil spill don’t kick our collective ass
we’ll land flat out on the dying grass.

i’m a whirlwind of self preservation
i’m an open book
i require no interpretation
no second look
neurotic and tender
confused about gender

 

Filed under: Uncategorized — paperslightertext @ 11:49 pm

Moments you’d bookmarked

Like tabs left open in life’s browser

somehow reopened after you’d accidentally clicked out,

Dull, hilarious text, mostly mundane, like,

“Welcome to the jungle, we’ve got trees and rain,”

that was your people’s constant refrain,

“Mostly trees and rain.”

If emptiness is a vessel to be filled

with wisdom reciprocated by joy,

and age inevitably made hollow,

habitable memories thus possible,

fragments of old text you wrote

years ago on a blog preserved online

What more fascinating thing could you find

Than an insight into your younger mind?