When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, “I’ll never speak to you again,”
she means, “Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window.”
He’s supposed to know that.
When a man loves a woman he is in…
Prompt idea by seattleitefashionista:
Write about someone who is waiting for his or her significant other to get out of jail.
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writes into your flesh
you make of me.
I catch midnight
as moon fires
in my throat."
I have thousands of things I want to say, but only these ten fingers to tap them out.
These same fingers construct great sentences and great orgasms.
I forgot this great thought and now the universe will be forever bereft.
Nothing more contemptuous than telling someone what they were about to…
The documents, released after long delay in the week between Christmas and New Year, show a nationwide meta-plot unfolding in city after city in an Orwellian world: six American universities are sites where campus police funneled information about students involved with OWS to the FBI, with the administrations’ knowledge (p51); banks sat down with FBI officials to pool information about OWS protesters harvested by private security; plans to crush Occupy events, planned for a month down the road, were made by the FBI – and offered to the representatives of the same organizations that the protests would target; and even threats of the assassination of OWS leaders by sniper fire – by whom? Where? – now remain redacted and undisclosed to those American citizens in danger, contrary to standard FBI practice to inform the person concerned when there is a threat against a political leader (p61).
As Mara Verheyden-Hilliard, executive director of the PCJF, put it, the documents show that from the start, the FBI – though it acknowledges Occupy movement as being, in fact, a peaceful organization – nonetheless designated OWS repeatedly as a “terrorist threat”:"
New documents prove what was once dismissed as paranoid fantasy: totally integrated corporate-state repression of dissent
always been this way, though with less technology
Steering by Monarchs
She forgot the instruments and steered instead
by butterflies knowing nothing human could be that sure.
—Alison Hawthorne Deming, The Monarchs
Fog thick enough to lick, horizon a blanket,
pearl gleam of sun. Sure, the sea trips
the mind, conjures creatures but…
"Let me lie alone on my back in tall grass and see the sun and the water droplets on the branches and the red tree trunks through my own eyes. Let me color them and build them with my own words. Lonely, strong words. Let me stand alone at the edge of the earth and look at it honestly, alone."
"Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other, who think the same thoughts without need of speech."
"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.
white meat and dark,
The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.
You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to the roads.
And water: dig them the deepest well,
still it’s not deep enough
to drink the moon from.
If a poem could ever describe me, this would be it. This would be it. (via classykittenn)