“Don’t stay angry about anything for more than a week, but don’t forget what made you angry. Hold your anger out at arm’s length and look at it, as if it were a glass ball. Then add it to your glass ball collection.”
—
Ron Padgett
(via
baby-skeleton
)
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MS unanchored
it starts with simple words burst
from an air bubble that ghosted its way
through saltwater: the diagnosis.
you're young, and fit, and
if anyone were to look you up
and down they'd see the same,
and if anyone were to ask you
they'd be answering you.
the medicine is good these days.
the therapy: clear as a mirror.
there's no reason for your mind to bend
and snap, as long as you come back
to the MRIs and the needle.
but the bleakness of my mind doesn't quit
burning, a town aflame beneath the tundra.
down there, I prune a greenhouse of begonias
which can cause kidney failure if ingested.
it's comforting to know I have
such beautiful outs: eat a leaf, or walk
into the fire, or reject the doctor's mantra
and machines. even better to know
the more you're taken care of, the
deadlier you become.
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FALSE POSITIVE
Remember being called blind?
The faint line of smoke from that shot?
In dreams, the hearing goes on
even when the sun enters the courtroom.
In dreams, the affidavits are spoken by horses.
But here you are, eyes open, feeling
more asleep than ever, and someone
sees it—your blindness, the white noise.
Eventually your accuser becomes camouflaged,
and you realize your blindness is specific,
hinged yet unhinged like daylight
stolen by a deep cave.
Just hitch your knapsack and move on
to a better cave, learn that eyes open
in depthless dark is the same as eyes
closed in the dark.
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CONDITIONS
migraine pulses through the pith
pinched in my front teeth
there is no one answer
but of course there's only one
question, like "how does the world
appear in a microscope?"
"how long until I'm dead?"
I'm remembering a Curious George book
in which George sticks his head
in ether, hungering to be woozy.
I'm thinking the best way to go
is while swimming laps between your
mind's point A & point B. nothing more
beautiful than sinking with exhaustion,
the stars circling your skull
pulling you into their reflection.
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WARM+SAD
crowd crush, same emotion, nothing new.
walked two miles to work just to breathe
before I asphyxiate in my box, lost hair to
the asphalt along the way. buying boston
ferns to hang on my porch for the summer and
fertilize the front yard for winter is the
next tradition. it's how I ensure the grass is
greener beneath everything I build. if I tear it
all down I fear I wouldn't get around to
clearing the rubble. I fear the countless
concrete clones sprouted from each slipped strand
will come help me out but then pitch
tents on my turf, point to each other and say
"that's the real you, they're to blame."
and I'd be right. and they'd be right. and I'd be
too tired—just thinking about it—to argue.
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UAP
Believe what you will -
names are eyelashes shifting
position, or today's news
can't be fossilized without
layering it with older news.
Can't dim the lights
in 2A from the ground floor so I kiss
your wrists until I'm at the top
of the ladder. Whatever words
you're using hurt, shine like eyes
back from rigor mortis
and I'm belly-up on our bed
questioning how sunken ships
can be touched in the dark
guiltlessly.
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the anthurium blooms for the
3rd time this week
and i'm still feeling useless
at the cornerstore
with 9 quarters shoveled up
from my toyota's floormats.
struck twice with lightning
i sizzle, i stutter,
i need low carb
i need the change back please
i need the roads slick & shiny
so i can see the sky without
looking up—a riddle-spine of desire
easier to crush than
a 24-oz aluminum can, than
the anthurium spathe i need gone
so the plant can focus on its foliage.
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hey, here to write more
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HELL to the YES! This was a ride to keep us with, gotta have the book.
Finally, we’re live with the kickstarter for the HiaGB collected book! It’s 444 pages, collecting the whole damn story! THE WHOLE DAMN STORY!!!! We’re askin for $35k to get this made!
We got a ks-exclusive shirt to sell as well! A scowling crange on a dark green shirt
We have one (1) stretch goal! At $40k, we can make a separate small sketchbook to be included with every copy of the book sold!
Some and help us make this book!!!! Thank you for waiting!!
-kc
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1/7 Favorite Books
Probs one of my faves ever @chucklingpecan
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it's built on. just talking
to myself to take a lot
out of myself, writing
is architecture that only burns
when our light goes out
these moments of mania
…if i could make something that makes a thread in the long run.
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seize an idea and
make a country of it no
matter how insignificant the spit
of land
these moments of mania
…if i could make something that makes a thread in the long run.
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and whatever comes whole can be taken whole.
these moments of mania
…if i could make something that makes a thread in the long run.
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then maybe for piecing creation
in the moment
I would be more patient
these moments of mania
…if i could make something that makes a thread in the long run.
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these moments of mania ...if i could make something that makes a thread in the long run.
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incurable.
I have to say, there's nothing I know about this.
You've dipped me in the sweetest water I could ever've
tasted, & I've swallowed all the strength it would take
to get out. I don't know how the future holds
me in your hands. I have this weight but it's really just floating
and can't move, with the exception of its eyes
darting back and forth. And of course, they (I)
had to name it, like you would a mountain. Even in its
immobility, I don't trust that it won't leave. But—for fuck's sake—
who else would want something too conquerable to rely on?
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