A Second A Thousand Voices

Greg. Poetry / word experiments.

[asecondathousandvoices]

Knife

the only way to be sure

was the stickiness afterward

sure, we lanced in tandem

pneumatic, dialectic

trod endless

desire paths

around the house

and down the street

but nothing quite stuck

until tonight

the pillowed head, weightless

a silver line, smooth

washing up

a beach

of starts

* * *

from another one word prompt

@nyx-tenberis : #Knife via @picklemafia

[asecondathousandvoices]

Spark

i graze my arm

on a fresh cut page

been years since summer

was grass

was honeyed air, that floral forever

before we learnt

the words for meaning

each strike cuts hard

the red crust, deep magma

of her

when it comes right down to it

rock, stone, sand, grit

ground against it

how my soft stone sparks

* * *

One word prompt ‘Spark’ from @peepeepoopoo3d via @picklemafia

[asecondathousandvoices]

unraveling

i’m remembering your number

without remembering

it’s the fingers really

the way a lake peels

for just the right skin

a dress made too light

and for a while

the thread was singing

the same glow

to each passing cloud

*

peripheral

like woodland

i’m beginning to sing again

dawn slits through blue sheets

the way a cable coils

around your ankles

when it’s time to go

we circle back

to the tangled vines

to the song in the night

the clouds are parting

and your colour

is coming back

***

Thanks for the prompt

@myharshwordspoetry @picklemafia

🙏🏻

[asecondathousandvoices]

as we are

dear diary: the world is on fire  but  it’s a wednesday  

so we’ll fold  the streets back into being 

the sirens inside  tucked neatly up the feed 

we are still stood still 

someone please  ring the bell  someone please 

we are still stood still 

tucked neatly up the feed  the sirens inside 

the streets back into being  so we’ll fold 

it’s a wednesday  but  dear fire: the world is a diary 

[asecondathousandvoices]

A Void

it’s behind our eyes

the way july

without touch

lifts every hair on end

it’s in our mouths

the rain of information

drooling apathetic cavities

into our chests

burrowed marrow

sponge wrung

into foam

those bubbles

bursting silent

on white tiles

it’s neural cushion

it’s celestial suspension

it’s left unspoken

yet lingering

in your ear

the timeless tinnitus of intuiting

what’s missing

what’s really

here

———

Prompt word ‘void’ by @picklemafia

Not sure if this is still a thing but i enjoyed some others and do love a prompt!

[asecondathousandvoices]

Your URL in music.

This is such a weird mix! but here we go:

A Boy Is A Gun - Tyler, The Creator

Saturday - Yo La Tengo

Eriatarka - The Mars Volta

Chimeras - Tim Hecker

Orlando - Exploded View

Not Too Amused - Sebadoh

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

Aisatsana - Aphex Twin

The Beat Goes On - Buddy Rich Band (Live at Chez Club, Hollywood, 1966)

Hanging on the telephone - Blondie

Our Place In This - Fridge

Unfinished Sympathy - Massive Attack

Sweet - Brockhampton

All the young dudes - Mott the Hoople

Nightclubbing - Iggy Pop

Dlp 1.3 - William Basinski

Vitamin C - Can

Orange Rolls, Angel Spit - Sonic Youth

Iambic Poetry 9 - Squarepusher

Chin Music - Future Of The Left

Expensive Shit - Fela Kuti

Slow 30s Room - David Lynch & Dean Hurley

Look @wordrummager i finally did a tag game! thanks for that.

[asecondathousandvoices]

and melt slow

like a thigh along the afternoon

and even

into sheets

time elasticating snaps

at the peak and now we are weightless

ice caps whisper into necks

forgotten hairs and hopeful tiptoes

reaching in

to the gaping mouth

this must be the place

must be

the white snow bliss

of erasing

easing

easing in

[asecondathousandvoices]

hill start

somehow i’ve shaken a saturday

down my sleeve

seven months and i’m stirring

the relic

dissolve dissolve into

neutral

clean page

this hill start still a long way

from home

[asecondathousandvoices]

and melt slow

like a thigh along the afternoon

and even

into sheets

time elasticating snaps

at the peak and now we are weightless

ice caps whisper into necks

forgotten hairs and hopeful tiptoes

reaching in

to the gaping mouth

this must be the place

must be

the white snow bliss

of erasing

easing

easing in

[itsownconstruction]

You don't want this mystery solved; you want that mountain blown wide open. Night can't come fast enough / sometimes people just stop talking to other people, a dead silence in the throat like nepotism at dawn or creepy exchanges in the subway; a linoleum corridor, the first misspelled word; abandonment at a young age triggering The Resurrection. Talk to the Golden Man for free.

[asecondathousandvoices]

how do you take it?

do you want to turn

the last page first

they say a lot

about reclusion

in the afterlife

it’s cold there

you know

the way a swan ducks its head

beneath the earth

the answers face down

in the post production

[asecondathousandvoices]

flitting pages the wind is trying

to find the right words too

something beginning

something beginning with

enough solar panels to fish back

all that light we let out at the beginning

we set the boat alight and watched

an entire season

empire into being

[askyea-poesy]

Because whatever has happened to humanity, whatever is currently happening to humanity, it is happening to all of us. No matter how hidden the cruelty, no matter how far off the screams of pain and terror, we live in one world.

Alice Walker

[asecondathousandvoices]

the fence panel fidgets

in its slot

this wind

wasn’t here before today

i measure up and prepare

for the incoming

focused on the breath

and when

the windows blow straight through

i bring it back again

i bring it back again

[asecondathousandvoices]

(the wow signal)

the wave returns

in accidental ascending

order

there you are

the lost login

passing words

in another timeline leaking

onto the screen

when did this growing happen?

overnight unfurling decades in the dark

like fumbling fingers reaching in to learn

the keys the notes that tune themselves

to themselves

the more they know

the less they hear

the extra solar out there

and by the same hand

untwine the other self

from that other distant server

[asecondathousandvoices]

it’s spider season and this house is full of dark corners

[asecondathousandvoices]

disaforrested

time to clear land, renew vowels.

your smile still creasing

every page. i am checking

the weather for a mantra

i can rely on. rain

when it finally comes.

i hear your glacier sigh

prepare tomorrow

for logs on logs on logs.

this will be a fire

to end all fires.