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December 8, 2009
falsetto
gaiety
drooped from our laughing fingers,
interloped and suspended,
conjoined by the promise of tomorrow.
we snuck into the womb of night,
me, you, and him.
down a lolling tongue,
into the gully
where fewer stars flicker,
where mulch and mud became our bed,
where gin passed from lip to lip,
where we breathed in pine and exhaled blood –
the violent, anxious pieces we’d stored
and would release on a night like this.
– the busy strumming of fiddles
the raucous looks
the hearty hellos
the taste of buried bones –
we forsook all on a night like this,
just to lie and look, through fir,
through hemlock, and into the night.
we raised our selves above our selves,
we sought refuge in the sky,
hoping to catch sight of this place where we’d fallen,
where we lay, arms agape, holding onto a promise of tomorrow.
we sang a love-weary love song that night,
ten octaves higher than ever before.
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photo via David Blackwell
December 7, 2009
Mythologies
Took me a few days, but make sure you go and check out the new TGS.
I have a piece in there too.
Happy December 7th, by the way. It’s good to be alive, isn’t it?
