x.
do you remember how the earth shook
during afternoon tea, the porcelain
quivering as we moved as gracefully
as tectonics, your magmatic lips
shifting fault lines against mine;
how the waves we watched
on the seismograph haunted us
with its binary of mountain or rift?
if we are to remain
static, we will be
side
by side,
no?
i do not remember.
y.
tonight, my legs lay still beneath
a lithosphere of flannel tired
of rubbing against the other
remembering earthquakes only kill
when the things weve built
on top of them
fall.














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do you think static is a lie?
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In the flickering bulbs of the sky..
The being of our sentences in the climate that fostered them
Not ours to own, like a book, but to be with, and sometimes
To be without, alone and desperate -Ashbery
but chemically, until they figure out how to absolute-zero-fy matter, yes.
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I shall always be in a stupor at your poetic ability.
CB
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A pay phone was ringing, just about blew my mind. When I picked it up and said "Hello" a foot came through the line!
I'm definately a sucker for geology metaphors. That being said, I think I would like this better if I hadn't just written a geology exam. It's still too soon to not start crying at the mention of fault lines and lithosphere.
during afternoon tea, the porcelain
quivering [[as we moved as]] graceful[[ly]]
as tectonics, your magmatic lips <--yum
shifting fault[[ line]]s against mine;
how the (seismograph's)waves [[we watched
on the seismograph]] haunted us
with [[its]] binary [[of]] mountain(s) or rift(s)?
if we are to remain
static, we will be
side
by side,
no?
[[everything after that is maudlin]]
Very nice work. Magmatic lips indeed.
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one thing: i sort of wanted 'how the waves we watched' to have the pre-l/b connotation of two people watching the waves of sea, but then... they're watching a seismograph. or is that too gimmicky? *asks wise poet*
aside from that, i can't believe i left so many as's in that tectonics line. *sidesteps gutter joke*
cheers,
j.
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Yeah, I figured that's what you were doing. Mainly because it -is- a tidbit obvious, you know?
<3
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Other than that, I like it.
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both bitter and tart
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wonderful metaphors and analogies, as per usual.
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i lied.
come home, come home.
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