There are ghosts that stay
Put like ancient trees rooted
But shrouded in fog
-a.r.
Photography: Arbor by Julie-rc on deviantart.com
Fog
•December 14, 2015 • Leave a CommentSevere
•December 10, 2015 • Leave a CommentYes
I am severe
I will not suffer severing
Unless / the slicing’s done by me
-a.r.
Photography: Angizia by daunhaus on deviantart.com
Seconds
•December 8, 2015 • 7 CommentsA mutiny upon my tongue
Has left me paralyzed and stunned
Did I bite down but remain numb
Or has my palate’s play been run
and
Did I taste my world enough?
-a.r.
Painting: Preparing the Feast by Petrus van Schendel
Broken
•December 6, 2015 • Leave a CommentI do not handle
Pressure well
A screaming teapot
Gone to hell
-a.r.
Ghost
•December 6, 2015 • Leave a CommentA quarter clanking in a dryer drum
No hope of quiet till your work is done
A narrow staircase with no rail to hold
And slippery socks upon your feet
A gas pain stabbing guts in public space
But in the middle of your buttoned speech
A glitch that quits each save you try to run
I am the ghost in your machine
-a.r.
Digital art: Ghost in the Machine by grumpus138, found here: https://grumpusart.wordpress.com/2014/11/24/ghost-in-the-machine/
Little Things
•December 4, 2015 • 13 CommentsLoss of little things
Pinpricks of impermanence
Paper cuts still sting
-a.r.
Painting: Broken Chinese Porcelain by Jan Teunissen
This is Only a Test
•December 1, 2015 • 2 CommentsThat siren it swirls and howls and hangs
crowding the air around my head
It grabs me by the ears and screams
and warbles into both of them
It drowns all sound in my canals
muffling me right down to drums
Three two one
GEEEET UUUUP AAAAAAND RUUUUUUUN!
I do not move
I sit
and
wait
-a.r.
as bad (A Poem) as it seems
•November 29, 2015 • 3 CommentsIt seems I am at a loss lately
Half poems
Half truths
Half me
It seems I dream of what I’m not
Full head
Full fool
Full stop
It seems there may be no escape
But to want
But to wait
But to tolerate
It seems, it seems, oh how it seems
And still
And yet
And…
…Oh fuck it, I forget
-a.r.
Artwork: Portrait of a Self Portrait 4,
by Alexa Meade
Going South
•November 23, 2015 • Leave a CommentGeese once again
Echo and ascend
I never can tell
If they simply usher seasons
Or portend,
A warning bell
-a.r.
Photograph by Meredith Bell
Reposted because I heard them echoing, and saw their southerly formation, for the first time this season. A warning?
Circus Stays
•November 19, 2015 • 5 CommentsWhat is it that keeps me pinned
While holding back the rain and wind
Thick ropes tethering tent to earth
Pulling straight my tugging tarpaulin
What is it that keeps me tame
Performing every show the same
Dressed and dazzling under lights
My wild then shoved back in its cage
What is it that keeps me trapped
My face made up, my body wrapped
Twisting tumbling towards the ground
Feigning faith that ropes don’t snap
What is it that keeps me on
Directing rings, attention drawn
Announcing all the names and games
But pulling stakes before the dawn
What is it that brings us back
And keeps us traveling down the track
From this tiny town to next?
Our prickled flesh during the act
-a.r.
(c) John Croft; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation
Because, while on vacation, the performers inspired a repost.
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