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a small head sound

Meghan Tennison @ April 21, 2008 # One Comment

a small head sound
by meghan tennison
blockage, swollen
community sickness
stovetop gasoline aggravates argument bubble
a chore to draw movements
freedom for the liquid yellows who watch
the letters
sccramblingg in vomit tidal waves
contradiction reality mixture = inexcusable
broken body structure = unable
to prevent literary mess

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corporate roof song

Meghan Tennison @ April 2, 2008 # No Comment Yet

corporate roof song
by meghan tennison
climbing the roof of your lifelong home
they’re still there
every food you’ve ever welcomed to your machinery:
dead and located in-between the spaces
that air cannot feel for,
they watch over your suitcase life
with pink liquid arms
and swim far easily now, but
really, there’s no-one who
really knows, nobody who
really, no-one who knows who the lucky one
really
is.
you […]

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can’t look - look,

Meghan Tennison @ October 16, 2007 # 2 Comments

can’t look - look,
by meghan tennison
the calendar makes me bite on my burns
that have no creator, says my memory,
and the more i ignore time,
the less i do with myself
besides walk
away from people talking about things
that they don’t even care about
“how do you think they feel
when you make those sorts of
faces?”
i could tell you something brilliant
as […]

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an old woman smoking on the porch

Meghan Tennison @ July 23, 2007 # 5 Comments

no Xs over everyday heart-break action
By Meghan Tennison
when you offer your animal
an open mouth to
climb on in!
[ right claw
left heel
]
]
diced meat too.]
but they refuse
and drop-thump
on the linoleum to make
your face:
.sad…
grab a pan by the handle and
dive uncomfortable
-liquefy -
don’t shout
but
l i s t e n
the love, it’ll come back soon

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a black cat sizzles in the rain

Meghan Tennison @ July 4, 2007 # One Comment

you’re stupid. holes are burned into your brain forever.
By Meghan Tennison
“you’re in a wrong place,”
you said to me
i don’t think i’m going to fall in that hole, i’m sorry, but thanks ’cause it is
so cute of you, enoughenough my words will get carried away.
i know i go too far with things like this
and i know […]

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i dreamt of thunderbirds

Meghan Tennison @ June 11, 2007 # 2 Comments

untitled as “my kitchen”
By Meghan Tennison
1. icecream container full of rotten lettuce and oranges
2. mildew-supported sink with thawing porkchops sitting on its toothpaste-stained tub
3. rat that is blood-glued down to a its very own man-made trap
4. stainless steel pot boiling baby fish, alive or once alive [it’s all the same]
5. microwave with exploded-chocolate-swamped insides
6. […]

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as the snake leads the flood

Meghan Tennison @ June 3, 2007 # One Comment

I’m Not Comforting You, Either
By Meghan Tennison
we’re sorry, but
your favourite hiding place has been bombed
just like the streets
in the morning
you have to live
all over again
as if you’re the
rusty swing of the set -yes
you
are
here’s a toothpick
for your heart and
some clothes pins
for your neck

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a bee to a crying face

Meghan Tennison @ April 22, 2007 # 2 Comments

coocoo chair
By Meghan Tennison
She and I are sitting at a public coffee table. There are no bugs on this table, but I imagine there once being a whole school of beautifully-coloured chewing gum under its surface. It is covered by a fishy cloth cut into the shape of a big square. How many times has […]

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how’s your sadness-prison coming along?

Editor @ February 28, 2007 # No Comment Yet

how’s your sadness-prison coming along?
typical weather. always rotten shine.
you’re killing me under the playground. you’re killing me with those favourite people of yours
the ones who are so depressingly tasteless
and that is my confusion.
“you shouldn’t be so sad… make the best out of everything.”
i think that sadness is just a laziness product. it is gaseaus, streaming
out […]

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