maddie lives

Hey it's Maddie, back from the dead. Most of the posts here are from 2013-2017 but I'm working on getting it back up and running. ~ She / Her ~

[maddie-lives]

ceremony

i’m leaving this age for good on a tall ship

a proud ship

we’ll kiss each tree

that needs to be cut

and when it falls

we will all look down

“this year was dry,”

we will say,

“and then there was rain.”

[maddie-lives]

WHOOPS

woah forgot about this blog lol

[maddie-lives]

the one before the dog i still am a wet raccoon storm blowing over stay busy with my hands i wash lettuce in the sink before i eat it i am thrown out of the garbage i am happy and hurting and very much alive when it hurts i am a word and smell sight and a sound above me storm yes i must fall asleep until i can hear the worms digging again soon i will know me as i am a washer who is wet with rain and rain and rain

nosesnake

[maddie-lives]

i am really glad i know

how to give myself tattoos

i think it could be handy

in prison

[maddie-lives]

Lines Worth Crossing I think i will try something entirely new Not totally mine I soak up some you plastic Melted in the arms in the sun I think it will be A good budding day A good day for opening A beer and a box of matches And i can’t value the loss For my taxes I am poorer in health And mind What will come What will become of me What will come after Patronize me Don’t patronize me Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t If i place myself at your junction Will i be able to look What will doubt look like in the moment When will i speak How will i move I am afraid i have become sedate and condescending I am afraid i was always so Why is it never the same I was looking to learn more about you I thought i knew everything Toss that away I thought i could not lose Toss that away I lose so much Toss that away I have nothing to give Toss that away I will save Toss that away I will be easy Toss that away I will smile I’ve been looking wrong Watering little green things Thinking about tears What if this was a sad day What if this was a low one What if this was it The young others Are fluttering Away

nosesnake

[maddie-lives]

Marble Mouth I want 2 set som thing on fire get bigger Get higher i want To set som thing on fire I want to be less Tired and have Some body to touch 2 and may b in the time Of night & need let Me somehow reach And o a lip wat bite n bit Does as it does a wet ness In b  tweenmylegs Oh A leg i want to crutch to tied/removed per haps viewed in a small theater i am on a hare trigger ears cocked and nose a twitchin i am itchin for the day i get free i want 2 set som thing on fire get smaller get lower i need to set som thing on fire i want to be more tired and have som body to punch in the punch/paunch my poncho is full of rain and i float around a goldfish in a time o need and need be a bit biting, bitter and uninviting oh inbtweenmylegs i feel it tightening lil lightning oh a leg i crutch i want to crush to be tied/off/cut/down in a small theater ready to be a good amount free er and i am ready 2get free

chrisherrmann

[maddie-lives]

21 i don’t think that i should tell you what i think it’s a bit too stiff hands too either side i’m grinning wild i’ve been sleeping every minute i can everything’s been going strange i haven’t moved in a hundred years growing older i’m a little plant getting worried about the frost but winter doesn’t last when you do as you're told i’m a better child than i’ve ever been living up and away through and removed making up and making up up and out at this point i’ve kissed my friends and at this point i want to kiss my friends again i do miss them i hope they’re doing well without me i don’t think that i should tell you where i’ve been it’s still too raw but if you want a good story i could draw it metaphors and metaphors about plants exploding i think i’ve got the good rhythms this year to grow into a big child and never dream of high school or being arrested maybe i could high five the cops as i’m going to math class i think it’s all coming right i think it’s all coming right i think it’s all coming right i think it’s all coming right i think it’s all coming right

chris herrmann

[maddie-lives]

Cargo Guzzler shoulder drops and again into the dream there is little hesitation in the water, the scum fills my boots as i step too deep i slip on water balloons, or condoms filled with water and people who aren’t there I trip on solid stomachs when there isn’t enough light in my veins but when there is you can see it and when the night is heavy and my breath is low i would let my guard down, for you and after drinks my shoulders drop all of a sudden, without the delay of a switchboard echo dreams caught in faces that aren’t quite jagged or present i’d like to see faces for a minute there’s so much fog above the woodpiles at night the lumberjack must sleep unsteadily if they do their job right now I have a question, what does it take to swallow something large? like pride? and when is it viable to admit defeat? i don’t believe in allusions but my Waterloo is coming it will fill my boots as i step too deep and that will be that, I’ll be swung and far away

chris herrmann

[maddie-lives]

sometimes, i fall in love i will live until i die and that will be enough how graceful a monday can be with leaving and the ghosts of my family about me singing of freedom and want if on a sunny day with bells and crooked constructions the grass still grows then who am i to say, to do otherwise people have raw intentions that they do not understand i am no different and i would give anything to make mine bright on a monday trains only take what the people carry and i am no different these arms and these legs and these hands are tools of intention sometimes but sometimes is not ever enough what is enough? when our tools break? what is enough when intention breaks? i can only imagine the ghosts as they sing of freedom from want

chris herrmann

[maddie-lives]

double down /with shit/honey my/your pussy/cock is/was eaten/swallowed by/with flies/

chris herrmann

[maddie-lives]

An Osteologist Prepares For The Skeleton War I'm taking time out of my schedule to build new arms out of aluminum They are lightweight and fire resistant In the morning there is coffee knuckles crack and shall we now recollect the dead? The fevered dream of fucking and oranges, of bloodless chickens. I took a nap in the third century and fell through four stories down to a sunny place, olive oil my friend, and almonds, and paprika, and honey. Olives were in season in this place, trees were older than spinning hands. Allow me to build a city over the hills from here, where I sit. Come sit with me, on this rock. We look out over the trees at the city, the whitewashed walls in the distance shining in the sunlight, walls of bone i’m taking time out of my schedule to crush up fingers, to put the powder in jars with guts and store them under the floorboards let that sit for three months to allow fermentation to take place the mother of vinegar is created with time the mother of bone wine, too it is all that is worth drinking it is stronger than vodka it is stronger than milk it is stronger than your father it has me in a headlock after three months i splinter the floorboards daylight floods the crawlspace and the jars disintegrate

chris herrmann

[maddie-lives]

support hotline how do i put it do i place it with both hands i want to be a gentle dog i am a cat i hit you by accident with my car my house dreams of Venezuela each pillow smokes vines reach up into the cloud in the cloud there is a place that i haven’t been i watched another special on national geographic the trees are a different color and the water is a different color and the ground too so my house dreams maybe it’s dreaming of flying my mother dreams of liars my father dreams of god my brother dreams of leaving i can’t move my love cries at night my friend forgets his name my heart sputters all day i can’t breathe i would have written a novel but my head is an errant limb supposing.

chris herrmann

[maddie-lives]

Collaborate with me on this poem! 

[maddie-lives]

Kombu one piece of ribbon steamed with a wooden spoon and bloomed patience and dried kelp half aged hardened, and set.

chrshrrmnn

[maddie-lives]

Backwoods Stations somedays i wait for the train in the center of the tracks, whether it will stop doesn’t seem to rain on any other day than monday when the heart pounds the wind blows up into another part of town when the planes fly they send their thunder shimmering through the great rolling hills above me somedays i wait for the train to come by the old places in town somedays it comes and i do not get on where would i go if i did no where is different and no where is home i’ve never seen a greater nimbus than on a sunday afternoon after watching the sky break and thinking about leaving sometimes the day wants different what are trains they are figments of the imagination in my mind they go from place to other places with no inbetween that exists to the world outside one station is disconnected living in a forest alone journey between them in an endless circle, no roads and no passengers but we somedays we’ll see shadow faces on the side of the tracks in the woods somedays we’ll see a farm but no one gets on twice

ch

[nosesnake]

here’s the album me n me friends made

it’s fun

[maddie-lives]

a short story. superman, after years of boredom turned to pain shot straight through the earth to the core. his lungs filled with iron, so he lived there; so he slept.

chris herrmann