The tendered email that never came arrived today, too late. Carriage returns, always the same: post date cheque and mate. Well. Chosen times don’t fit bullshit tailored in arrears. Your accountants quit when you wrote off ten years. The dented email didn’t arrive in one piece. It ruined the day, clattering, only half-alive: you always [...]
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Tagged: poetry
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- 2009-09-30 – 23:22
- Author:
- By ddeboer
I will keep you like a hundred dollar bill for a rainy day when there is nothing to do but spend it inside in the safety of our living room we’ve got some living to do. Let’s not think about the emails to be read and calls that pile up like bricks. Let’s build a [...]
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Tagged: lyrics
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- 2009-09-22 – 22:49
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- By ddeboer
o. who knows where heart goes throws fiery poetry and prose then blows up and over so. how are you doing etc. rhubarb etc.; the letter a lover wrote in your throat sew. who made you so? noble beast you rode and rode it seams you burst show. bred holy coat meddles etc. gotta get [...]
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Tagged: poetry
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- 2009-09-21 – 18:17
- Author:
- By ddeboer
I am an undefined variable only to myself. She has internalised my geometry a novel written on my face. I am constantly full of surprises she has already unwrapped. Not certain how I feel about this– I should ask her.
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Tagged: poetry
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- 2009-09-19 – 14:37
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- By ddeboer
I praise the parking lot whose neutral spaces harbour things waiting to be taken I praise the belt its metal buckle the ancient music it contains I praise the terminal pride of architects forgotten instantly thirty minutes in I praise the wires heavy with meaning fine-spun bits glass and copper I praise the cat in [...]
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Tagged: poetry
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- 2009-09-19 – 14:34
- Author:
- By ddeboer
I’m selfish. I always find my name between the last letter and its period. As if I were there, whispering from across the room: I have no pieces of myself left to give you or anyone. As if they were writing pieces for me. They’re not. I’m not. I’m the only one who writes for [...]
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Tagged: poetry
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- 2009-09-06 – 23:37
- Author:
- By ddeboer
Our star-starved narcotic daughter couldn’t go outside. And if we caught her, she couldn’t be struck. Stuck treating with diplomatic immunity a bleating suck. Who was it who taught her to act as if she’s always bleeding?
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Tagged: poetry
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- 2009-09-06 – 13:57
- Author:
- By ddeboer
don’t like circling the block dancing round shrubbery ablaze don’t want to be the electron everywhere and nowhere on the double like to be scalable (conventional footnotes) want to write with stationary concrete authentic fiction want glass bones like birds don’t want opaque horizons
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Tagged: metapoetry, poetry
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- 2009-09-06 – 13:54
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- By ddeboer
I die Henri I die under a vending machine Henri I die on the couch coughing Henri I die watching the soaps Henri I die because I can’t remember Henri I die taking a thousand pills Henri I die eating pig slop and jello Henri I die when someone sneezes Henri I die losing at [...]
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Tagged: poetry
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- 2009-09-06 – 13:48
- Author:
- By ddeboer
Look, he said, look at him, he’s ruined! Lost to a filly once–never the same. Can’t look her in the eyes, he said, can’t hear a pistol over that heart beating.
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Tagged: poetry
- Published:
- 2009-09-06 – 13:39
- Author:
- By ddeboer