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Needle In The Hay - Elliot Smith
“Steer your heart past the truth that you believed in yesterday Such as fundamental goodness and the wisdom of the way Steer your heart, precious heart, past the women whom you bought Year by year Month by month Day by day Thought by thought.”
— Leonard Cohen, “Steer Your Way” (via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)
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Maybe you didn't think being poor was something criminalized coast to coast Why not try not paying your tickets and fines and see what results from your boast The life for yourself finally realized Find it down mid ridge the direction With expectations so low the judge will walk in all rise oh and before you go tell those kitchen ghosts hello Mental, starving and unsettled Discarded like credit card already cancelled a solemn rippling at the bottom of a metaphorical well Oh and do you suppose With storms gathering close Before doors shutter and close before the two of us go Tell those Kitchen Ghosts Hello #poetry #slampoetry #punch #love #photos #art #ghosts #lasvegas #survival #hurt #pain
Head and Torso of a Broken Statue, Photo by Manuel Alvarez Bravo, 1957
Adios Maestro
ADIOS MAESTRO
Manuel Álvarez Bravo (February 4, 1902 – October 19, 2002), age 100
Written by PUNCH October 2002
Photos told of death
amid mystery
adios maestro
feeling as you felt
The surreal
Its boring
reveals the realism
as we fantasize
days occurred
suggest bright colors
skulls made of sugar
moments frozen
taken photos
Wisely captured
Flight of eyes
somewhat undersized
described as both shy
and an outgoing guy
There is myth
and behind the wall
magueys found fact
some before hope to react
Violence
Real
Surrealist
worship of red
where bloodshed is sacred
did the maestro see
approaching day of the dead?
at home maestro passes
emptiness his silence tells
news travels
behind the wall magueys
together pray
In grief the dessert sways
tears shed by dirt paths
saturated
his valley would ring with laughter
news travels
autumn steals
little intrigue ended
chapter begins
bereavement of wind
Life as memories
he dreamed
weaving through trees
where sadly now
on their way to the ground
even leaves
dangle precariously
Without purpose
Before they leave
into silence his
Adios Maestro
Feel hopeless fields
hear despair of trees
See even the leaves
dangle precariously
without purpose
as they leave
remembering yours
as
they
fell
Into silence
itself
By PUNCH October 2002
Dedicated to: Manuel Álvarez Bravo
Bullet Before Fifty-One written by Punch Ever heard a song in your dreams Your waking up ruins notes too lonesome for a funeral, a sad little tune teal skies bruised; as both sun and I struggling to rise universes burning too soon nothing everlasting except lies and goodbyes the moon is a worthless punctuation at the end of every afternoon After being paid off by every relation You still owe every friend drawn to natural conclusions anything you've come to depend May not be finished but it's gone All I might have wished for everyone Now my only question Where have you hidden the gun Let me feel the bullet before fifty-one #poetry #slam #sad #punch #Gutterlairette #suicide #poetryslam #despair #givingup #homelesspoet #hopeless #wedonthavepockets #lasvegas #melancholy #sober #junkie #love
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“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence.”
— Charles Bukowski (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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broken soul but i’m breaking bread.
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