today, something will happen.
Meghan Tennison @ November 17, 2009 # 5 Comments
today, something will happen.
by meghan tennison
i want to perform
a good deed
i want to acknowledge
“good morning!”
the presence of others,
drag the angels back to earth.
these are tough times
staring into our reflections
greasy tea kettles and muddy car windows
seeing through our own eyes, skipping straight to:
“how naked the trees!”
“how white the snow!”
ignoring the glitter, not pausing to wonder
“who is [...]
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war is obsolete.
Meghan Tennison @ August 12, 2009 # 6 Comments
war is obsolete.
by meghan tennison
this beach dying my blood inspires
silenced audience, absent eyes.
cackling shakes my fear of facing your
torn, brown and white buildings.
my own structure is too stressed out to
babysit its owner.
turning the town’s dial
from fierce,
weightless jewelry
to innocent,
squeaking tugboats
to draining,
redundancy
i re-start this game every pause when
the earth trips over its spinning.
it only ever stopped accidentally, but
legend [...]
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the disposal of glamor
Meghan Tennison @ December 10, 2008 # 2 Comments
the disposal of glamor
by meghan tennison
we tuned up our body clocks
to purple meadows and bumble bees
your graveyard was warmer than my hands
it was a fun boat ride; the ladders creaked and
your head fell off every time you sneezed
promise never to apologize in front of love ’cause
it will catch on fire (i used to dream of [...]
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grated painted galloping carton of bodies.
Meghan Tennison @ October 10, 2008 # 6 Comments
grated painted galloping carton of bodies.
by meghan tennison
this brand new and improved vaseline lipstick gently treats you like
the thinnest of baby skin;a bottled genuine form of sympathy,
listenhearabsorb you’ll be forced to soon; they’ve got these sneaky
sound machines now, you know.
so let’s close our eyes and wish for a tornado ride home.
we stand at the welcome [...]
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Meghan Tennison @ September 1, 2008 # One Comment
untitled
by meghan tennison
do you feel the electricity, transferring from your body to mine, running through the tunnels in our chests, roaring like a million different trains? do you think if we created enough friction we could set ourselves on fire? since it’s a love fire, do you think it would be pink, with heart-shaped flames?
your [...]
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a small head sound
Meghan Tennison @ April 21, 2008 # 2 Comments
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 # One Comment
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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