Post by frommy tree on Oct 28, 2009 10:41:30 GMT -5
my fingers clench porches and enemy doorsteps melt syllables used to paint beautiful portraits my body regressed by perceived self-respect when your arms burned me into enveloping ground and your lungs breathed me out of the lips on your mouth.
i dug homes in your bones and imprinted your marrow my feet used as stones and a name i can't carry you warned me. i'm sorry, you warned me.
my left-brain was bent into shapes without names with my hands on your face, on my face. and i've coughed up the sense i've absorbed in those ways.
i find myself weary of songs i had loved and thought i felt god when i cried like my son into cotton and linen, my eyes opened up pouring windows and doorways all over my sheets i'm begging my heart to beat. please, will it beat?
now successful phonation means making a change when my tongue throws a punch like a wrecking ball swings when the buildings bow down, you can hear the bricks scream "i've forgotten my name, i've forgotten my name."
sums up a lot of what's been going on lately. to me, at least.
a few watercolors i've been working on for a small series and then the cover/first 2 pages of my typography final. we have to create a booklet on a typographer/one of their typefaces. i chose max miedinger and his most loved/most hated... HELVETICA. its used for... everything.