Isaac’s World is Best

this is not what I was meant for
forty minutes staring at the door
singing in my head of all the things
I haven’t read or written
the girls all around stare smitten
with numbers spilled upon the wall
like wine dancing all across the floor
when fighting turns to splintered doors
everyone is leaving when the song
finishes its beating but the
hollow in their heads is jumbled
by the drunken numbers stumbling
carousing with the theories
cavorting with the mysteries
and masticating histories, swallowed up like luxuries
Bursting out of ruptured ears
my dedication leaving me
this pen ends the beat of simple thought
landing me on my two feet and stops.

This month I got: Jonathan Coulton-Thing a Week One, Gogol Bordello- Super Tarantai, World / Inferno Friendship Society- Red-Eyed Soul, and Saves the Day – Stay What You Are.  I’m going to be energized!

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With vapid hearts
and heartless thoughts
a well-drawn figure poises to steal
not hearts, but bodies
fluttering like leaves
left by the autumn amidst a windstorm
driving from the north

the pencil defines the shape
haughtily perching above the landscape
stretching its wings and preening
looking for the proper sketch
the lead daughter may inherit
though she sees naught but walls ahead
in this flat world where she is queen

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