Asymetricalities

My poetry feel it with me it will die at five. All of my words have gone through the scrambler wheat or rye?

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Like Having

There are three ways you can go

They are all identical

The carpets the same shade of blue

The same identical painting of the

Same frail woman with white hair and a nice noise

Sixteen times throughout each

Every frame exactly nineteen and a quarter

Foot from the last

 .

There are three ways you can go

They are all the same

The same cold bookshelf half the way through

And the same fail woman

With white hair and a nice nose

Tending to things

That have nothing to do with you being there in that way

. 

There are three ways you can go

No difference between them

No reason to choose one over the others

Because they are identical

And it doesn’t matter. 

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That's So Beua

Here is a good girl in a hot pink bathing suit

But her goggles are on too tightly

Her mother is not wearing any goggles

 .

Feeling as though must take action,

I make a mental list of what my options are:

 .

Option One; walk over and gently tell the mother to consider loosening her daughter’s goggles are they are on too tightly

 .

Option Two; walk over to the girl myself so as to help her with the loosening of her goggles on my own by myself this would mean

 .

Option Three; explaining to the mother that the incompetency level she is exhibiting by allowing her daughter to run and swim about with her goggles on this tightly makes for an inevitable rise in public concern regarding her qualifications as a suitable parent for such a good girl.

 .

Option Four; admitting to myself that the actual severity of wearing goggles around one’s head too tightly may not be reason enough to intervene with said family’s dynamics despite the fact that I am very certain that wearing anything that tightly around your skill must, in some (however slight) way, eventually manifest itself negatively in the future of someone as good as this girl is.

 .

I notice the time

Above the sea wall three gulls fly about

Taking turns sharing the three spaces interchangeably

So as if to give one another an equal opportunity at

Occupying the one on the right

The one with the best view by far

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Manders

Approximately three days

Into finding out

I help Amanda with her homework

 .

It was history homework

About everything in between the important things

Amanda said her teacher thinks that teaching

The really popular events that’ve happened

Is not “mainstream enough”

So she doesn’t do that kind of things

 .

Instead she was studying

The rate at which people living

In South-Western Nova Scotia in the 9th Century AD

Blank

 .

I began to feel insecure

About how often I blank

 .

Amanda says that if you blink your eyes over 12,000 times on any given day

You’ll die

She also says that people who blink their eyes too much

Are almost 20 times more likely to die without

Falling in love

 .

I went home totally horrified

And sowed up my eyelids to the skin behind them

So that I’d never blink again

 .

This was about a month ago and I must say,

Things are lookin’ up 

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Suspended Bridge

I felt that the floor beneath me

Wanted to change his name to Spencer

So instead of addressing him by his proper name,

I got some home wreckers

To come in

And tare him apart

 .

I cried and cried

But there’s just no way there’d be enough room

For two people named Spencer

To be living in the same house

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Super Rapey-Stabby

There is risk in everything!

The Earth is an incredibly life-threatening place.

That’s why I keep you around

Because last week, danger told me he was

Scared shitless of you.

 .

I have a feeling it’s probably because

Of what you did at the game.

I think that’s when it started because

When I brought up our winning streak,

I saw him flinch ever so slightly.

 .

Then again, he has always had those weird little ticks..

 .

There is risk in everything! 

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The Singed

 I combed it over one way

And decided that it looked too much like my dad

So I threw the comb in the trash

 .

It’s only been four days

And they’re all still alive

All 22 of the earthworms I caught

In my back yard

The one in front of my house

 .

Across-the-street-Kayla

Told me they wouldn’t make it through the night

Boy was she right

 .

I’ve given names to all of them

And instead of listing all the names,

I’ll tell you in song

. 

Jamie’s sings through her song

You conclude you’ve never been moved by anything

As much as that song did

Move You 

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Roses

The water rose

Pulled under like Jack

As they approached

Me and my bright yellow

Kickboard

 .

$8.50 an hour

To forget what I liked

About blowing my nose

Without a tissue

. 

To go and grab him

That would mean

Definitely

 .

To swim over and pull him

Up- of course

 .

The water rose

Pulled Under liked Jack

Arose

Like Jack did

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Tabletops In Dress

Last night I dreamt of a suspended bridge

It was a light blue suspended bridge

There we’re many cars on the bridge

I sat on the roof of a Ford Explorer

 .

My friend Paul sat on the roof of a Honda Civic

Next door down

. 

After three hours I asked Paul for a light

“Blue, green, checkered, or “Flick My Bic?”

“Green”

. 

Paul threw me a green lighter

 .

I probably chose the green one because I’m Jewish

I probably chose it because he blank after

Listing all the others, but there was no blink in

Between “green,” and, “checkered”

 .

The smoke rose like it was supposed to

Because it is supposed to 

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Alcoholic Arrival

When I first arrived I mistook it for leaving

I could’ve sworn I was done

 .

Perhaps it was the multitude of offerings

Perhaps it was the way the shadow of the trunk

Echoed “Aqui, Aqui!”

 .

I entered, as did the mulch

. 

As did several thousand cross-bred finches

 .

Preparing for the stingers I called my family

I told them it was best I wasn’t to be around

Much past arrival

. 

They agreed to close my shutters for me

As those shutters mustn’t be open

Especially not tomorrow

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We We’re So Hungry This Night

While simultaneously checking my pulse

I lie down next to you

 .

I’ve never told you this,

But while sleeping you are, to me at least,

Approaching bewilderment

 .

I cup your dead weight hand in mine

So as to part

And there within your creases

I see myself backing out

. 

I get up too, looking for more

Your jeans hanging on the hook

Still look unlike me

So I grab your cheeks

 .

I am squeezing your cheeks

They are fat and round and subdued

They are away and obtuse and irregular

Your cheeks they are just cheeks

And for that I love you

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Substantial Riptides

The fact that the end of it was silver,

Meant that three more,

Each half the size of the one before

Could be expected within the next half-hour

.

Being older meant that these kinds of things

The kind that come in shiny orange packaging

Should,

If rationed appropriately,

Be enough to last you until the next one falls through

 .

Now it was 9 and the doors opened again

She carried it to me dressed downwards

And before she had time to hand it to me

I was already walking away with it

 .

Recently, my laughs have been parting with me

Sooner than I’d prefer

And recently,

While receiving,

Dressed like I have been dressing,

The parting of the laughs

Doesn’t seem to bother me quite as much

It seems a little bit of the spike has gone missing

 .

So I think next week,

When I come back

I’ll motion for Casey to come with me

. 

I plan to bring Casey

Because Casey’s the kind of person

To know when we’ve knocked it out of position just a little bit

And because we’re such good friends,

I know I’ll know when we’ve knocked it out just a little

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Likely Unguarded

The people in the pool seemed real

They sounded like I did

When I made noises

And looked like me too

But my mom said they weren’t real

And she’s always more right

Than I

 .

So I jumped in

But really where I jumped

Was neither in or out

It was just the pool

 .

I waved up to mom

Who was looking down

For me

 .

But I was just in the pool

Where I’ll likely stay for a while

 .

Cause even if she can’t see me

She knows I’m here

In the pool

Swimming 

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Ray

Name: Nicole Ray Dosslinger

Born: June 12th 1991; Ontario, Canada

           Ray was what I called her mostly always. She was of above average height and her clothing always matched the carpet. Seldom at Throughsome High knew of her three older brothers, all named Phil. Phil was the kind of guy that always joked around about things without a pulse. He was the kind of dude who while driving would recite quietly to himself the names of every woman in the entire world. This, I’ll Repeat. Phil was the type of man who while driving his car, would list off, quietly to himself, the names of every female living on the Earth of that singular moment in time. Now of course, this list did change, and often even while driving it would, but never did he miss a name, and duplicates were no exceptions.

            One time when Phil picked me up from lacrosse practice, he was on the name Emily. The drive from Throughsome to my house was thirty-three minutes long, and by the time he dropped me off, the way his eyebrows were holding his face down told me that he had about 2100 more Emilys to go.

            When we graduated from Throughsome, Ray and I went our separate ways. I went to Colombia and she to Syracuse, and I haven’t seen or heard from her since. Sometimes I think about the games we would play with chalk in her room, the way her house smelled if I had taken the school bus there, the countless books in her Dad’s library that we’d pretend were really books of spells that could only be read if we weren’t naked. At times I wonder where I would keep my faces if she were still of above average height, if she had never taken those papers from that man on the corner handing out papers to whomever would take them. Ray had always been the type to take handouts.

  “If it has already spoiled, it’ll do just fine”

I turned and looked about the loft, certain it was here somewhere.

The space bloated.

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A More Enjoyable Way For You To Get Your Fiber

It’s very fortunate in this room

I’m blind

Where should I find you?

And how?

 .

I know what you feel like

Ruffled and rampant

Ever since the call came through

I’m blind, not deaf

 .

In such a fortunate room

I feel the changes more distinctly

Standing near the window

Tastes more and more like the sand

Still festering in my scalp

From last Sunday

When I went to the Beach

 .

And the sound of the phone ringing almost had me step back and think for a moment about us while we were alone on the tracks but only now long after I had the chance to say something about it do I remember that I almost had that thought.

 .

Anyway It’s very fortunate in here

I think now we’ll hear it before it opens up to the rest of them

We’ll find that we have the time to jump early

So as to insure our own selves 

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Both Of Them

I decide that it’s both

The left and the right

That conceals from us the middle

Which today is a big deep hole in the ground

 .

We stand around it in a circle

Like Pirates

We can’t see the bottom

Because it is deep

 .

It’s a Tuesday

Meaning they are looking for us

The owners are looking for us

 .

But we’re far into the jungle

To find us would mean

Us being found

 .

I grab a white stone

One that is happy

I was about to throw it into the hole

To see how deep it was

But now it means too much to me

To throw it in there

 .

But then I remember

I have to work on these kinds of things

So I throw it

. 

And a second later we heard it hit the bottom

Meaning the hole really wasn’t that deep

Meaning we underestimated how shallow the whole had been

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Fences

Singularly decadent, and dependent on

All things that perspire,

The Where-Abouts of the Ministry

Are here.

. 

They’ve come to ask you about

Why you hold forks the way that you do

They notice that you hold forks

Just below the belt

Just barely at all

And they need to know why

 .

Because they are receiving death threats

18 to 63 a day (save, this is a ballpark)

From various individuals

Who have sat next to you in pubic venues

While you are eating

With forks.

 .

I’m giving you twenty seconds to get out here

I don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to talk to them.

Despite all that you’ve done for the community

I’m making small talk with one

His name is One

He gels his hair back like you do,

quickly.

We’re talking about Summer Passes

He can elicit them to the people he likes

Baby, I really want a Summer Pass

Think of what this could mean for our friends! 

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Hey Dr. Doom,

             I am a really great writer that no one knows about. No one. Not me. Not you. Not the robot that comes through every so often holding six to twenty (depending on the weather) newborn babies in his arms. I am a really great writer than no one knows about. I am sitting on a sofa. It is a blue speckled sofa and it usually has truly fantastic things to say to me when I ask. At times I start to think the sofa is sitting on me. I start to gasp for the air they took away from me when I told Kyle that I have been the victim of rape every single night for the past six-hundred years. I told him in secrecy and now he wears the crown my gramgram hand-sowed for me on my 15th birthday. I might be a really great writer that no one knows about. Kyle is my ex-boyfriend. He thinks about everything it is soooo impressive there is not one single thing that Kyle has not thought about and every time we meet up to fuck he meets me in the back of Starzies and we fuck each other without legs, neither of us have any legs we chopped them off when Blockbuster got bought out we decided that there is no real reason to keep our legs around if Blockbuster is no longer and so we did it and we're happy a lot of the days. I am absolutely a really great writer that no one knows about. Not me. Not you. The netting around my face is starting to burn and a person is here. There is a person here. And I never had an ex-boyfriend named Kyle I've actually never dated anyone ever I made all that up probably to sound cool and I'm sorry to say this but I'm not sure you ever really deserved the truth... you doomish thing you. I've done this so many times I'm starting to believe that the 22nd was right. The only one who deserves the truth is May. May because may never questions my reasoning for voluntary dismemberment. May because she looks great in teal. May because the last time we spoke on the phone I felt as though my legs were back and I was running with June up the steps of the Main and when we got to the top we screamed this black and blue scream that I still hear every time someone asks me for my spare change... 

            There's no way that I'm a really great writer that no one knows about. Not me. I'm sitting here on a blue speckled sofa eating sum linguine that keeps asking about the post. If Kyle calls tell him I no longer want to dance. I would rather sit here without legs and count the weird ways in which I've made a living man find out. I would rather lick these stamps and call it twelve and a half or so. I would rather you just trust me on this one. Or the next. Not the one after that though, that would be a fucking disaster. 

Love You Longer Than the Merchants Holdress in Cotton Little Spikes That Can't Find Out, 

Saturn The Second