Entries By gsk
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credibility
Transformation is easier when you’ve been caught With the ice cube stuck in your throat If you can hold your breath long enough for the heat of your throat To melt the ice cube, there’s no worry of suffication The ice cube credibility test
Posted By gsk On 05.05.2013 @ 9:36 am
creature
Back of the mind a sign of things to come the sun and moon a boom and a bang that rang around the stars bars and prison walls scores of handcuffs roughs up the wrists takes the piss, the fukcing sh-it sees fit to smother me cover me in a mass of reptiles piles of insects perplex me with my own choices no natural selection, just a rejection of what is said, done, undone, left for dead
Posted By gsk On 04.17.2013 @ 3:50 pm
knock
Empathy is a soft sword a knock on jelly a whispered, whimsical word the butter on belly
Posted By gsk On 02.27.2013 @ 2:54 pm
leathery
You could see the fork, the scales, the eyes Pressed across the ankle, wrapped around the shin Tightening, pinching the calf It even twisted his strut As if the animal soul in the soles took possession Of gait and the centre of gravity Now a coiled muscle, ready to turn heads
Posted By gsk On 02.22.2013 @ 1:21 am
sanctity
The box, a dry, wooden cube with missing knots and rust spreading screws was left behind, in the plastic shed at the end of the garden that had become a maze of weeds and broken branches
A boy, no more than 5, roams the new wasteland, his twitching fingers and wandering eyes, spy the shed, then the box, then the truth
Posted By gsk On 02.15.2013 @ 3:12 am
flat
Mr Flat
Mr Flat lived in a flat town He wore a flat cap He always sung flat He never went flat out for anything His mortgage was on a flat rate His jokes always fell flat His beer was always flat His batteries were frequently flat The a in his name is flat Every penultimate day of every month, he was flat broke His spare tired, whenever he needed it, was flat And the concrete was ever so flat and hard and flat and cold and flat and waiting and flat and waiting to flatten Mr Flat out when he had had enough of living in his one bedroom flat
Posted By gsk On 02.14.2013 @ 1:06 am
murder
Shelve the tip of the nail The snake venom, the clenched fang Gummy tooth against glass beaker Seeking the best taste from the worst liquid
Posted By gsk On 02.02.2013 @ 7:50 pm
visitor
I saw his hand come through the gap the window had been left Wide open to the wind, its wail its coat hugging breath
Posted By gsk On 01.29.2013 @ 5:32 am
speak
At
He spoke at, not to He laughed at, not with He smiled at, not to He kicked at, not to He spat at, not passed He looked through, not at
Posted By gsk On 01.26.2013 @ 11:31 am
sound
Nothing in his freekick life prepared him For the penalties whistle, piercing the air And the drum, until all that was left was skin Loose and waving in the hot air
Posted By gsk On 01.18.2013 @ 6:40 pm
promise
The molten pavement, warped by grit and gravity Played a simon-says game with each passer by Daring them to walk on its cracks
Posted By gsk On 01.08.2013 @ 2:33 pm
lord
call me down A swan in a levee The webbed feet a broken rudder In the turning tide of man
Posted By gsk On 01.04.2013 @ 7:05 pm
barrel
down the barrel In a barrel Around the barrel Within the barrel Through the barrel
Posted By gsk On 01.01.2013 @ 6:18 pm
sure
The path, pristine, palatable to hard-toed tourists With cameras coiled around their necks The snap-flash a scar to remember The sure-footed goats, steady as gargoyles Sculpted across the hill side Beady eyed and balanced Waiting for the waterfall to wash away the rest
Posted By gsk On 12.31.2012 @ 2:00 am
procedure
the soap in the dish The payoff and the risk The procedure and the gift The calm and the fit
Posted By gsk On 12.25.2012 @ 4:35 am
actual
this is what I expected I envisioned a wall, brick and mortar The sort to could spend a lifetime climbing Instead, in actuality, the wall was all Not to defeat, but to kiss, grind against And repeat
Posted By gsk On 12.23.2012 @ 1:47 pm
presented
An egg, a simple gift A sphere made to imperfection Placed in the warmth of the nest Where twigs will act as house Where worms will be a banquet And the wind will be music, movement And method by which the word is spread
Posted By gsk On 12.10.2012 @ 1:59 pm
methods
Slapsies
One hand over the other Two beats beating down We stare through squinted eyes While neck hairs heighten, tighten The corners of mouths curl
We moved on from peek-a-boo Aeroplaned food and raspberries on twitching tummies
She wants the slap-sonic that comes from reactions imposed and delayed The interplay of pain And game scores smiles
From the sting of love On her hand, half the size mine
Posted By gsk On 12.09.2012 @ 12:14 pm
both
this break in battles This settling of the seige This turning of the turmoil It is christmas, we are a stand still
Posted By gsk On 12.03.2012 @ 12:38 pm
himself
he only held his own hands scrossing the door Imagined the overgrown nails, yellow from playing in sand Was from nicotine, his breath, sweet and mosit Loosened with vodka and red bull The graze on his cheek from falling off his bike A punishment for faiilure, so he could watch And wait to make up, be heard when he asked for forgiveness
Posted By gsk On 12.01.2012 @ 1:45 am
hall
he hauled across 3 time zones In one day, meeting each one With final sweaty heave, wry smile
Never knowing what he carried The job, with its squared journey And triangulated route
Took him from depot to delivery To home, when there was nothing Left to leave at any other doorstep
Posted By gsk On 11.21.2012 @ 2:07 pm
received
not so much a present as a gift Recieved with no note, no signature Take in hand and place it in your pocket Take it out to remind you of me
Posted By gsk On 11.20.2012 @ 1:57 pm
themselves
the light across the field played hopscotch Up then down the row of rape and poppies A tired shine, worn and waxed At an angle, measured and meticulous Themselves a matter of life
Posted By gsk On 11.08.2012 @ 2:21 pm
major
hold the title above your heads until the tired house can be home no more.- this is the major and minor, the yin and yang of solitude that hangs above us all
Posted By gsk On 11.07.2012 @ 2:28 pm
teach
Learn, he said, learn how the sky circles the earth How fire was there at your birth How bigger is sometimes worse How blessings become a curse How pennies are lost in a purse How tricycle turns into a hearse Learn, he said, learn, there’s no time to rehearse
Posted By gsk On 11.06.2012 @ 2:32 pm
ground
a speck of dirt, grit fell into my eye Each blink scratched it further in A groove along the cornea, the iris Gaping, the pupil opening like a vagina To let the seed of wasteland in
Posted By gsk On 11.05.2012 @ 2:29 pm
use
he was used by her She was used by him He felt used by her She felt used by him He used her for she used him for her
Posted By gsk On 11.04.2012 @ 1:02 pm
guard
he took a bullet In the chest, it rested Between the lung and spleen Serene among the arteries and blood stream Until the shrapnel split And took it over The top
Posted By gsk On 11.02.2012 @ 3:38 pm
solution
in the tin can is the note The bottles were all wet We lost the corks on the boat And the corkscrew on a bet
Posted By gsk On 10.23.2012 @ 2:45 pm
