Lino doesn't rhyme with vino, for a start
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 13 June 2022 18:16 (two years ago) link
When you briefly stepped away(to the fridge? to the toilet?)I took a sneaky peek at your notationWritten on graph paper, three colours and so much geometryI heard you coming back and rapidlike took my spot againBut I got itThese days I want you to to know, I got itI don't understand it, but I got it then and I get it nowFuck, I could show my (SCIENTIFIC) guitar solo chartOr my double-sided chord progression wheel(but not before I patent it)
One side major, one side minor
I mind all them righteous rocks you threwI mind when you claimed every word was trueI mind when that guitar was shiny and newMost importantly, I mind YOUYou had a different name thenBut the same offbeat nodThe same involunantary twitchesThe same way you'd glance sidewaysRaise your right eyebrowWhatever goes downI'm still Team You
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 18 June 2022 13:53 (two years ago) link
(ok, I woke up to that drunkenshit unsent in the text box, I kinda hate it all, especially the misspelling of involuntary, for once that's not deliberate)
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 18 June 2022 13:57 (two years ago) link
I had started on At Last! A Poem About My Cat! but now I'm in a mood and deleted the whole thing. Also had some note about how discussing the opposite of onomatapeia is NOIOSO, it was very clever but I couldn't figure it out
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 18 June 2022 14:03 (two years ago) link
The savage youngers close in on my lawnI stay silent, interlock my fingers, drop to my kneesYeah I threatened to kill himBut I added "in Roblox" so I'm legally sound
I'll be walking high street by like latest tomorrow eveSmirk across the pub at the chud fucken narcWave a knife at him through two kitchen windows, that's legal, right?Rope the kids into a Busby Berkeley routine on the tarmac, find a specific charge for that
Pick it up like some Ramsey, drop it like it's FrancoI've got more fingers than my Granda, sitting pretty prettyIf you didn't go full tankie in Disco ElysiumI can't even look at you
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 20 June 2022 09:01 (two years ago) link
You've been spielling now for dunno hours, the shadow hit my foot and I stopped listeningI still don't believe Darth Vader killed Martin Luther KingSave your platitudes, I'm Christopher Walken hereLook outside, flash count, 11 enemies and one chainsaw
Eleven faces, twentysummat eyeballs tracking meScarper to the hall, you'll miss me kickflip off the wallYeah that happened. I have a witness! Oh, she passed outWhen she wakes up youse pair can debate the length of my dick
I took a walk round the estate, re-entered to the same BatshitChecked the running time, fuck you're only halfway through!Knives don't require charging, what was I up to?Don't ask, winkyface...
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 20 June 2022 15:00 (two years ago) link
Just checking with tu padre, che é vero, che non é veroHow rapid is your brother rotating right now?Same old sammiches, same old quotes from the same old booksIf you continually stand in my room I'll continually raise whatever eyebrows I have left
Cheapish chinos, she wiped the blade on them with a finger to her lipsThen we both plastered on the grin, Simultaneous "HELLO!" as you enteredChecked the fridge, not giving you that, hell, definitely not THATBrew you black coffee, this is a dairy-free house, you heard!
Ned Raggett once said:"I don't believe that radical subjectivity obliberates the platformsso much as creates a series of dispruptions within axioms as chosen"Now, ask me how I recall that word for word?DECADES LATER! I didn't look it up, I swearThat shit is tattooed on my heart...
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 21 June 2022 14:44 (two years ago) link
Dammit I realise I fucked up the literal one sentence that I wasn't meant to fuck up. "to be tested within limits as chosen", I thnk the end was
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 21 June 2022 17:20 (two years ago) link
Is it time for a redemption arc?Let's me and you talk a walk down the parkI can tell who's at the window without turning round(different bells have different sounds)
Drummie Games, an annual traditionJust keep the shades on, no one knows who I amAfter a point stop explaining to Canadians"Heavy Stone Throwing" is an actual event
I'm holding right til the end of the levelI'm holding this baby til her mammy returnsI'm "Holden Caulfield"? fuck you, am I fuckI'm holding nothing, forget it, I fold
Still better than A Child's Christmas In WalesThat horse skull still haunts me in my sleep
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 25 June 2022 21:48 (two years ago) link
Debate hitboxes with the scurvy kidsTry to not look impressed at the scorpion kicksThe Good Witch blessed me whilst I was lurking on the left wingPearly curl, but in return, never talk to those people again
"finish your thought" sounds more aggressive each time she says itEach time an extra word gets an exclamation markI can take it, I know she's got my backWhen the Nardise close in she's taping a torch to her shotgun
(metaphorically I mean)
"sounds unlikely" I said whilst smirkingThe cops left but that one boy still lurkingImma carve a swastika into his foreheadThen get off on mental incapacity
Or whatever...
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 26 June 2022 17:20 (two years ago) link
First off: that's an exaggerationSecond off: it was entirely justifiedThird off: ok, it wasn't an exaggeration, every word is trueNow I've said it out loud can you please remove the handcuffs?
Why are the neighbours contacting the other neighbours who contact My Mother when I'm away from my house for like four hours?I mean, I know that particular wifey is a KIDNAPPERThe cat can sit outside, it's particulary clement wetherFlick a fag-end in her back garden as a sign I'm home
Day One (yeah I know say that every day)My Mother owns no pearls to clutchWe play "The Xabi Song", it's not called that but we all in unison mutter his name over that other nameAnd when youse all leave I will raise a glass to his memory
But pour nothing outC'mon, that's wastefulCurtis just stumbled and acccidentally hit a certain piano chordIt was the sound of DOOM
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 27 June 2022 11:36 (two years ago) link
Last one is called "Nothing Is On Fire", or "The Dangers Of Playing With Knives", or possibly just "Autism"
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 27 June 2022 11:47 (two years ago) link
So I'm working on a new language, it's kinda latin based mixed with scandi but then transcribed phonetically by a computer, this is what we'll be speaking in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, imagine this coming to you from some RPG NPC:
Noonky partson ventry dakkyDammy undro kwalky sommy si?Yaya, "kee", canfar ulty zaza neyTosi "dungbanny" nen farfaran nenty
Ba septi mes darnar
Undre, drakko, trick, fantis sorly frakken de neyMik prolly mik bondKapshi, tempy venty?
(your clues are the the last line is "did you know, the storm is coming?" and you can see the counting to four line. Work from there)
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Friday, 1 July 2022 22:41 (two years ago) link
This is tough going, trying to write poetry in a foreign language + still keep the flow + also establish new words as needed which must follow the etymological formula. Kansky = maybe. Framty = future. Cordy = remember. I've retranslated "undre" to "preem" as new details emerged. I've wrote 4 lines in 6 hours. I need like 8 more whiteboards and a gofundme.
Foory sol kansky nunky de fooryVoo framty mig, forfanny da heyJully preem, sunnerary por preemyNeme cordy tally por "bank"
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 2 July 2022 17:13 (one year ago) link
So I spent all morning trying to translate "numerical midfield superiority" and eventually came up with "siffry park vint", and now I've forgot why that was important. The other thing I got today is "dalto" means "sum", in case that comes up.
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Sunday, 3 July 2022 12:03 (one year ago) link
I eat poop for breakfastI eat poop for lunchand when it's time for dinneron poop I munchI love the textureI love the crunchand when I'm feeling fancyI eat poop for brunch
― Being cheap is expensive (snoball), Sunday, 3 July 2022 16:34 (one year ago) link
what were you thinkingwhat were you drinkingwhen you signedon that line
they appeared in your videoyou name dropped themon the radioright on time
how can we trust youseems that you will doanything formoney
product placementpaid for your basementrumpus room
Lying on the lino, 6:40am, I'm bringing sweaty backYou walk in the back door, look down and roll your eyesYES I've been to bed, [rapid scan updown your body] unlike SOMEYeah, sofa sounds good, there are cigarettes there
Stop your nipping, I had a heavy dayI touched three dogs on the headAnd went in two different shops and zero freaked outYES accompanied by "Her"
Also established the bigger eggs are laid by the rescued chickensSquinted and Columboed that out
I wish you'd been thereJust so I could see your approving gazeAnd the mildest of smirks
That's how I know you're proud of me
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 9 July 2022 06:56 (one year ago) link
I walked in late for the drummer tryoutsLit a fag, said "give me a mammydaddy"He did it perfect, I said "you're hired!"And went to scrounge up a drink
My hands don't work right, at least the destra doesn'tSo it was always mammydamammydaWhich sounded fine, but was not what I wantedWe need someone with SKILLS
I never turned up for the PA interviewsStarted drinking from stress, walked the hills from stressBut I precoached my preferred candidateSmoke? Cats? Just say "yes"
But, like, with more enthusiasm
No, not that much enthusiasm
OK perfect
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 9 July 2022 07:31 (one year ago) link
The Young One says I swear too much in front of childrenI denied it, then with unintentionally comedic timing immediately shouted FUCK OFF FLY!And stumbled, gesticulating wildlyBecause some beastie was trying to investigate my inner ear
Oh yeah, I do recall barking WOULD YOUSE PAIR OF CUNTS PLEASE NOT!When two flies landed on the Moscow Mule that I had painstakingly prepared for youBut I only swear at insectsAnd anyway, there were no children present then
Exhaled, went to wipe my shades on my shirtAw shit, I'm not wearing a shirtIs there any way I can flex my way out of this?Prolly naw
In fact, good point! Why am I not wearing a shirt?I'm sure I was at some pointThis heat... [turn towards sun, wipe brow dramatically] Makes SAVAGES of us all...
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 9 July 2022 09:06 (one year ago) link
HEY KIDS! Did you ride on the tractor?Pronounce flykiller like it rhymes with DraculaPretend to know the difference between a Jaguar and a Jazzmasterbtw, the name of this band is IMMEDIATE VOID
Spurn the GUITAR children, sus chords are sus!But minor chords are my old friendWho I love but don't quite trustNot to fuck me over in the end
Sorry for the swears, all youse Mammies & GrammiesI know you don't see me as Father MaterialI'll just give a sly wink to those two LadiesWhom I'm PRETTY SURE I fathered their children
Oh, this star, saying "REALLY STRONG"?I stole it from that cheese stallI think I merited itDamn, I'm somewhat drunk...
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 25 July 2022 11:06 (one year ago) link
Woke up on the sofa at Stupid O'ClockStumbled to bedroom, The Livingston boy snuggled into meNever opened his eyes, just said I smelt of perfumeYeah I do, he knows fine well why and fine well of whoHe smacked his lips like a schizophrenicLaid on his back with all limbs askewI slept for like 2 hoursWoke up to LOWING, is there cattle in that field now?Could do with a CaprisunWho's gunna fetch it for me? No oneGet up as gently as possibleStill disturbed the cat and the kidThe feline ran to the kitchen, expecting breakfastThe human flipped on all fours, muscles tensed, ready to fightHe denied it later, but he DEFINITELY reached for a non-existent knifeI worry about himBut I know he worries about me more
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Monday, 1 August 2022 10:50 (one year ago) link
There are many reasons against suicideLike, the lives left behind that it ruinshaving made no sense of itit wasn’t our faultmany reasons not to do itit was no one’s faultwe live with itpushing the glass off of __I’ve had that crazy feeling too
It gets so quietwe don’t need to believebecause it already happened we saw it together
I worry that I have forgotten the wrong thingsbut I am happy to forget so much of itThe scorekeepers lost trackHow many steps until the next switchbackThey’re already up thereI wave up and they don’t see me
Junkyard kidsTripping mom on the restaurant porchthey’re going wild at Dodger stadiumno one wants to leave
― Bruce Stingbean (Karl Malone), Friday, 5 August 2022 05:49 (one year ago) link
Miranda Julyasks where to find the bodiesmaking it through life
I thought why not meknowing some of how to copeafter revivals
One becomes the seawearing down the thickest ropeall-encompassing
On thin lines of smokelifting above fingertipsreliably vanishing
Or going for brokefully expecting hardshipquick hands stuffing coats
Sick of the clinicBorn apart from the wildmore or less alone
Life is no picnicit is an angry childwith dry hungry lips
Now I feel riled— stomach is sick, truth be toldtwo steps from a slip
Please stay a while.Or go back out in the coldfuneral trial
Too young and too oldI asked for nothing but moneythrough the turnstiles
― Bruce Stingbean (Karl Malone), Sunday, 14 August 2022 02:26 (one year ago) link
Oh, the last time we met?The Pig Racing and the Ferret Roulette!He can smirk all he wantsWe both decreed it UNETHICAL
He's away for "a think"I think you're meant to buy me a drinkI assured him we're not fuckingThough we occasionally touch thighflesh
I hadn't worked out who to hateWhen he asked me to "collaborate"Threw me off my heels when I was Going Through Stuff"Just take what you need, I hope it's enough"You're welcome
I need to go for a strollTry and track down that secret groveSit on that stump, prolly smoke, maybe cryNo particular reason whyMaybe die there?
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Tuesday, 23 August 2022 18:15 (one year ago) link
Yeah you can enter, but she can'tCus this is MY FUCKEN HOUSE, I KEEP IT PHARISEE FREEYeah I can parse further, but not til she takes THREE steps backCus it's also MY FUCKEN PATH
Don't mardyface, I'll stab that right off of youJust cus you share the same daddy as meAnd a former bedroom, just not THIS ONEI remember your sobs while I was being abused
Also remember the last time (he) was roundYou LITERALLY hid in the backyardI made polite, for twothreenine secondsScored more Korean gear than you You had the better hand that timeI think?A socio wifeI maybe pick my life
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 3 September 2022 10:25 (one year ago) link
You spied my cashcard, called me out by my government nameYeah I go by my middle name, what of it?My first name gets me punched in the head round here
My first name designates me as CatholicI mean, I'm not, I grew up CoSBut went to Catholic school in a Catholic place
So my middle name is safer, but then obtuselyI wear my medals outside my shirtSo still get beaten, but at least I'm asking for it
I secretly appreciate it, it helps me focus
― The Speak Of The Mearns (Jonathan Hellion Mumble), Saturday, 3 September 2022 20:58 (one year ago) link
I need to focusTo clear up somethingSomewhat easy to miss
Some would say troublingIn its insidiousnessInsular forms of reasoning
Insofar as it can be glimpsedAt all, the new calamityCalling out to the senseless
Coalition of the willingFools we have knownKnowingly voting for cruelty
No one answering their phonesSo some polls got unreliableUnrelenting pessimism soaks to the bone
Unreadable offenses to thoughtful soulsfound in the local paper’s op-ed sectionsset aside for professional trolls
Suffice to say don’t read the commentswhere the point is to keep the lies aflameAfloat and unextinguished
A fly could feel more shameSlipping in while the window is closingClinging to clothing and lacking a name
― Karl Malone, Wednesday, 28 September 2022 20:20 (one year ago) link
I Share My Bed with a Large Dog
After I’ve rumpled the sheetswrestled and tossed and turnedAfter I’ve seen you shake in your dreamsand pulled you back from your apprehensions
After the deep breathing and chests heaving stretching and whining and wide yawning snoresAfter the first sun shows on the ceilingslips down the wall, the dresser, the floor
After your nose starts to sound like a whistle I raise my phone to check in on the weatherAfter you have seen me move you feel betterYour brown eyes wide open and paw pads like leather
only after that —and after the your sharp elbows rib my core —only after all of that could we crawl out of bed
― Karl Malone, Wednesday, 5 October 2022 02:15 (one year ago) link
I’d stuff my pockets by the fistfulWith stones known for nothing less Than cleaning hearts out clear as crystalReturning them new and baby fresh
I’d unclench my fists and feel a new absenceTension loosened like overlong lassoThe sense of heaviness vacating the chestLike long sustaining chords on a piano
I’d tear down the dust choked carpet curtainsOpen the windows and let the cold thin air inTake away all of this furniture, I don’t want itLet this space take a full measure of its emptinessUnadorned and full dimensionedStrip the paint off, every last bitLeave it to be whatever it is
― Karl Malone, Friday, 11 November 2022 06:42 (one year ago) link
version 2
I’d stuff my pockets by the fistfulWith sharp stones notoriousfor cleaning hearts out clear as crystalReturning them new and baby fresh
I’d unclench my fists and note the absenceOf age old tension like an overlong lassoLying on the sand and dripping on the fenceThe sense of heaviness vacating the chestlike hanging chords from a detuned piano
I’d tear down the dust soaked curtainsOpen the windows and let the cold thin air inTake away all of this furniture, it’s not neededLet this space approximate its emptinessUnadorned and full dimensionedStrip the paint off, make it raw againscraping straight through to the empty canvasThe underpainting shaping the form and the contentUnrelenting waves confusing and enchanting us
Drills and hammering and echoes and shiveringWe left too loudly and came home whispering
― Karl Malone, Sunday, 13 November 2022 06:44 (one year ago) link
rain as a noun, rain as a verbrain on the soaked wings of a birdrain on tin, as seen through a thin umbrellaon the cold lakeon the cold tent
rain in 4K, osaka at dawnrain on the drought patched lawnrain out the game which won’t be replayedbouncing off plastic helmetsmuddy puddles on hard clay
rain so i can evaporaterain on the spot where he laysrain like it has never fallen beforecoming in under the doorpushing up against the floorboards
rain scatter our travel patternsslippery green, serpentinerain filling up the old ravineup to the ankles deep, tremblingrain make us clean
rain unaccountablyoverwhelming the systems of registryovercome efforts to understandrain and suddenly go, freeze on snowoverwhelm the world we don’t know
rain down in the catacombsrain drip off our lips as we kissoffend the dead and spirits unseenwe dance the dance of unforgivenessrain on my suffering, rain on my last chance
rain until we are entrancedrain on your wedding daybreak me up then steady my handcover my sidewalk, make me slippeak through the door and see me sullen
keep going and goingscare off my daylightgive us a free carwashcover it up, rain make it okayrain keep falling, rain wash us away
― President of Destiny Encounters International (Karl Malone), Monday, 20 February 2023 04:29 (one year ago) link
I’m embarrassed by what I might doIf you would like me 2
Everything in me is now on sale for free There is nearly nothing I would not rearrangeWithout question, quite openlyEverything within may be removed or amended, without hesitation or prior permission
I held a grand reopening of my bodyAnd it was poorly attendedI overheard them noting that there didn’t seemTo be a significant change in my construction
I hoped the ease with which I discarded my beliefsWould be described charitably as adaptabilityAnd was glad when it wasn’t part of the conversation
Would I disavow what I knew to be trueIf you would like me 2
There is no coherence in the centerOf an oblong shape with a wavy perimeterUnevenly balanced and laboring strangely Like a pilot at night with a broken altimeter
So tell me what to do and I will changeI’ll preemptively meet you halfwayRepetitively, paradoxically Until our atoms are just about touching
How I’d latch onto your lineIf you would like me 2
― z_tbd, Tuesday, 7 March 2023 21:30 (one year ago) link
The old bastard pretends He can’t use his phone.
He holds it far away from his face, dramatically Perches his glasses on the tip of his nose.
He objects to speed. Ethically. Aesthetically. He doesn’t understand that speed is a form of simplicity,
Which is happiness. He is a poet.
― treeship., Friday, 24 March 2023 01:36 (one year ago) link
love that, treeship
― it's a new day in the international landscape (z_tbd), Friday, 24 March 2023 01:49 (one year ago) link
at the speed we’re goingit’s hard to believethat an hour has passedlong telephone polespass through our windowkeeping unreliable time
i want to be full of wisdomlike eight toddlers in a lineholding onto a ropeon a sidewalk strollwho don’t care where they’re goingand the teacher who is pulling
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we’re both on the fish oilmine fills a soft pillyours pumps in uneven lumpsfrom the slippery bottleI keep in the fridgeby the milk and the eggs
knowing our moment will arriveand it can never be too late
in support of my mental wellbeingwhatever that meansand to help your muscles weakenat a less rapid ratewe swallow fish oil
deep sleep under my feeti’m wide awake, listeningto the dream of frisbee in the teethrunning back toward me
― it's a new day in the international landscape (z_tbd), Saturday, 15 April 2023 02:45 (one year ago) link
fuck man, stop doing this to me!
― assert (matttkkkk), Saturday, 15 April 2023 04:15 (one year ago) link
haha, uh oh! hope it's a good thing, or at least not a bad thing :)
― it's a new day in the international landscape (z_tbd), Saturday, 15 April 2023 13:24 (one year ago) link
Genuinely, you should talk to a publisher, or at least get them out there
― assert (matttkkkk), Saturday, 15 April 2023 14:09 (one year ago) link
oh, i feel very lucky to get to know a zine/poem/art/music crew recently. they make a zine where anyone can contribute, so i submitted something recently and usually read a few things out loud every month or two. i get to play new music for that same crowd too, and have joined a couple new bands, shows coming up, etc. it does make a world of a difference to know that when you're working on something new, there are people to share it with soon afterward. i haven't really had that outlet for a really long time so i'm holding onto it for dear life now :)
― it's a new day in the international landscape (z_tbd), Saturday, 15 April 2023 18:50 (one year ago) link
nice!!
― assert (matttkkkk), Monday, 17 April 2023 14:07 (one year ago) link
my limo arrives with blown out back windowscovered by plastic and spattered by raindriven by a man in a santa hatwhose beard is black and patchy with gray
when the wheels stop spinning I step right into a coniferous interior with Christmas tree scentwhere thick vines grow in place of seat beltsand soft pine needles thread lines of indigo
his grin is crooked, his sunglasses tintedthe dusty dashboard is scorched and bent ina disco ball jumps when the light turns greenand the bumper sticker on the crumpled trunk reads
may we meet again
― it's a new day in the international landscape (z_tbd), Thursday, 20 April 2023 16:37 (one year ago) link
we were flies in a beehivecarried by transparent wings flickeringand unheard in the swarm’s buzz stormlooking for an exit to the building
we were drawn into the mysteryby its qualities of ambiguity
these leaves aren’t deadthey found the ground and leaptaround toward new homeson fallen trees along the riverbed
those were the dayswhen we cared lessabout lost sleep becauseour dreams were frequent and vividand the wakeful life loved and lived in
― z_tbd, Tuesday, 25 April 2023 23:34 (one year ago) link
i see. the ac exhaust pushing the leavesmy broken toe walk tilting heavilyworking down the shallow slope like a slow drifting toward the deepend of the pool past the last black stripesundulating on the surface of the waterbut still at the bottom, the lower the pressure
from here you can see the sun risenow I’m on a pleasant streaki may never go to sleep again
― z_tbd, Thursday, 27 April 2023 18:47 (one year ago) link
pay what you can for a diyelectro show in a basement
the upside-down singer bitdown on the mic and offerednoise stabs from their abdomenear plugs absorbed some of itwhat did pass through was too trueto be heard in quiet roomsbut struck a chord in mosh pits
the smoke machine shook and pushedwaves of silver tipped clouds at usthe bruise-kneed crowd wanted moreheavy chains to whip at feetstanding still along the wallboozy lips and rose-kissed cheekswant for water, thirst for sweat
― z_tbd, Sunday, 7 May 2023 21:10 (one year ago) link
a horseshoe hangs over the front doora traffic light over the restrooma barrel with a checker boardsits in front of the fireplace
on mother’s day at cracker barrel the parking lot is completely fullbrowsers crowd the old country storeand behold the forty dollar snow globe
our eyes scan the decorthe new menu features boozy drinksthird verse same as the firstchicken fried chickenearly online check-inchicken fried chicken
it’s 11 am, the server has three starsshe asks about cream and sugaras we play tabletop solitaireI leave three pegs behind and i’m just plain dumbhashbrown casserole for the breakfast side
home is where
the propane gas grillstill has the price tags onstring dangles from stainless steel handles by a freshly cut lawn
roasted bell peppers flakingon the cooking island station
chromium plating control knobsporcelain enamel wire cooking gratesmade to complement any outdoor spacethe backyard, garden, or terracethe balcony or the courtyard
― z_tbd, Monday, 15 May 2023 21:37 (one year ago) link
the lights in my homeare bluetoothed to a phonesometimes i move to turn them onbut minutes pass in darknessand notifications keep me aloneas i do chores in bluish tonesfrom my sofa
the checklists fall into my bottomless pitthat’s not at all like the world we touchmore like the interior invisible thick
i switch my lights to redand the effect to candle flickerdimmed to thirty percentthe insides of my lids are feda prehistoric ambience
― z_tbd, Sunday, 21 May 2023 20:55 (one year ago) link
i never write poetry but had a thought today at work....
If I was a record,you might notice some fraying at the corners,minor ring wear, andlight surface scratches.
There might be a small splitat the center of my spine,some spindle marks on the labels,or foxing to the back panel.
I still play fine,with mile surface noise, but groove wear is becoming audibleat the end of each side.
― ian, Thursday, 25 May 2023 19:30 (one year ago) link
"mild". but okay
must be that country magic when a twist makes blinds open and the trees swaylike great masts tilting against sea waveslimbs and trunks alike bend with the windwith flapping leaves of flickering sequins
― z_tbd, Sunday, 4 June 2023 19:27 (one year ago) link