HALF-HEARTED CANDLESTICK BLACKBIRD CADENZA.
Editor @ July 28, 2009 # 6 Comments
HALF-HEARTED CANDLESTICK BLACKBIRD CADENZA.
by shannon baker
a kid could get greedy
smashing eyes like that around
the walls and hearts of everyroom.
i prayed for extra paper
in the fluorescent bed
where we shed smells like
lawyers tossing bath towels.
i never thought to overrule your damaged miracle.
every stable-born suck-scream
held onto the sculpt
of swift iris
and fleshy bubbles brought
mess of horizon
into foul view.
it gets [...]
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flyfires, nontree.
eleemosynary @ June 10, 2008 # 6 Comments
flyfires, nontree.
by shannon baker
fibersongs foam with hysteria.
thousands seek personal freedom in agriculture.
but (not
here of course, someplace
else perhaps)
if you happen to fertilize, wellthen (and you
do
happen to)
an impossible collection will result.
if needed see
how there’s the long kid
gets mcdonalds sexy
i mean
shit
the street can eat you.
there’s a
distance between charged tissues
in every
thing a mouth, in every
mouth the
excrement of oblivion.
gone to [...]
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boatpaper.
eleemosynary @ May 9, 2008 # One Comment
boatpaper.
by shannon baker
every
“why i am not someone else”
lifts restlessly unwanted ribs.
the rest are forced to listen.
this
lip of matter
troubles
an expected knot
of spine. fog reflection, greenish
was your father’s eye such is
certain.
bright, the budding fishfarm
neon bathtub in rebirth.
the physical world humiliates.
real people ignore themselves.
vacuum bags, aluminum,
rope hang
almost warbles.
bombs, but very
soft bombs.
also some hundred eggs of milk.
sentient [...]
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sugar-secrets line the groping wheel.
eleemosynary @ November 15, 2007 # 2 Comments
sugar-secrets line the groping wheel.
by shannon baker
by the last days
our sailing battery
would have saved him.
but all that wind between us
crippled lightly, locked the cage.
& the green car that lived
at the edge of my lightbulb fingertip would
not have been sacrificed but
often i would gather strips of grass stained fever-canvas
to bind (at last) his blood factory
for a [...]
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legless doom.
eleemosynary @ October 15, 2007 # One Comment
legless doom.
by shannon baker
there is a way of discovering.
(the animal surgeon cuts apart
while
the rest only
cut open.)
by
&by
the glitter-hands of other people will
pollute your mainline and this
will inspire
a caravan of hopeless
needle-trees with wide open cavities they want
to enhance your memories
they want to give you things
you’ll realize you always wanted
once you get them.
it seemed less dangerous
but cruise-control bellybuttons [...]
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jerking the heartattack string.
eleemosynary @ August 22, 2007 # No Comment Yet
jerking the heartattack string.
by Shannon Baker
in the wetness of unstuffing
the chest cell
she woke,
stirred beside her fleshheap,
and realized
she had failed him.
having not asked or wanted
caused her singing to come out
backward
and
it took
one fastdream
to explain this
to her brainclock.
still the
one-time love-touch
remains
as does the graveface made for marking,
see,
we all need money.
we all need
a hand to kiss
after the nightmare.
from then on [...]
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catch 22
Editor @ April 2, 2007 # 4 Comments
hovering allegiance, blanket seed.
By Shannon Baker
the icy olive of her smooth eye (and certainly the thieving gleam of slender tooth-row) persuaded, with slack & narrow discourse, his temper toward a single curve and, leaning all directions, as the wind often did before the humans stacked their buildings up too close to the sky, he wove [...]
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the stray cat’s orgasm.
Editor @ February 27, 2007 # No Comment Yet
the stray cat’s orgasm.
maybe the vaginal prayer net
or the egg of realism burried in the engine
in the engine
of his pregnant gas car.
football game soda scam
your sister holding a can opener
getting old like you did.
what you’ve learned is that
most of the hard things just get harder.
and your heart is as big as your fist
as big as
your [...]
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