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1.
i wrote you a letter overseas
though i'm afraid it will arrive too late;
see, i'm from out west, and it's been awhile
since i've seen eyes as green as yours;
pinch me once if i'm dreaming, break my menagerie heart
with the fender of your cream nickel coupe,
roaring a dozen suns
2.
i went out to california when i was twelve,
it was a roller coaster but i stayed on my feet,
we were the lotus kids, playing russian roulette
with speedballs under interstate overpasses,
breeding creation from empty pill bottles
& mirrored nightstands,
i'll show my scars like stories
3.
i found myself talking to a tree, it didn't say much
but for fifty cents & a nail he'll tell you a story
4.
there is a tree by your house, the knothole on the south side
a bird's nest of innocence & time & wealth,
you are the kind of warmth that tickles your shoulders
in burning buildings, watching the flames from afar,
i know you're not as bad as they all say you are,
there's a rabid dog in everyone and a loaded shotgun
in our hands,
i'm little but i'm old, you told me
and i never questioned you again
5.
my birth is the one mistake i'm trying the hardest to fix;
the birds, the birds ate my face, jawline dangling by sinew,
molars smooth & rounded like tombstones on a fleshy hillside,
i jumped from the house i had set aflame, jumped into
disaster with both feet
it was the worst thing i could think of doing then
6.
i am mad, we all are;
yesterday was a schoolgirl in summer's clothes, romping with
dreamers at teatime,
she drank the strong stuff, ate the pastries,
grew big in the head, popped like a balloon and woke up
in a tire swing;
tomorrow is curious
7.
as it turns out, lot's wife was human after all
so it goes
8.
there is a war going on, they will kill us if we let them,
god is a bumbling fool, making millions on reality television
9.
the farm animals are revolting, pigs in red & mules in blue,
wearing liberty on their shirtsleeves like a bunch of goddamn ribbons,
all are equal, some more than others
10.
on rainy afternoons i go to talk with goliaths,
for they do not frighten me and say so much more than the trees,
what he had to offer were words, so i sat down
and listened for a while,
opened up my mind like a dusty old book,
fingered through the pages and started reading
11.
so here i hang, in this deserted lighthouse
or, frame. most days i have forgotten rain
and the sound of my mother’s voice.
nothing here costs enough, so swallow this wicked
and bathe with me now in this sin, you savage child,
no face or mouth yet, still speaking.
Shakespeare said it would end like this:
such a foul yesterday, brave beauteous tomorrow;
tomorrow, that has such fire in it.
i wrote you a letter overseas
though i'm afraid it will arrive too late;
see, i'm from out west, and it's been awhile
since i've seen eyes as green as yours;
pinch me once if i'm dreaming, break my menagerie heart
with the fender of your cream nickel coupe,
roaring a dozen suns
2.
i went out to california when i was twelve,
it was a roller coaster but i stayed on my feet,
we were the lotus kids, playing russian roulette
with speedballs under interstate overpasses,
breeding creation from empty pill bottles
& mirrored nightstands,
i'll show my scars like stories
3.
i found myself talking to a tree, it didn't say much
but for fifty cents & a nail he'll tell you a story
4.
there is a tree by your house, the knothole on the south side
a bird's nest of innocence & time & wealth,
you are the kind of warmth that tickles your shoulders
in burning buildings, watching the flames from afar,
i know you're not as bad as they all say you are,
there's a rabid dog in everyone and a loaded shotgun
in our hands,
i'm little but i'm old, you told me
and i never questioned you again
5.
my birth is the one mistake i'm trying the hardest to fix;
the birds, the birds ate my face, jawline dangling by sinew,
molars smooth & rounded like tombstones on a fleshy hillside,
i jumped from the house i had set aflame, jumped into
disaster with both feet
it was the worst thing i could think of doing then
6.
i am mad, we all are;
yesterday was a schoolgirl in summer's clothes, romping with
dreamers at teatime,
she drank the strong stuff, ate the pastries,
grew big in the head, popped like a balloon and woke up
in a tire swing;
tomorrow is curious
7.
as it turns out, lot's wife was human after all
so it goes
8.
there is a war going on, they will kill us if we let them,
god is a bumbling fool, making millions on reality television
9.
the farm animals are revolting, pigs in red & mules in blue,
wearing liberty on their shirtsleeves like a bunch of goddamn ribbons,
all are equal, some more than others
10.
on rainy afternoons i go to talk with goliaths,
for they do not frighten me and say so much more than the trees,
what he had to offer were words, so i sat down
and listened for a while,
opened up my mind like a dusty old book,
fingered through the pages and started reading
11.
so here i hang, in this deserted lighthouse
or, frame. most days i have forgotten rain
and the sound of my mother’s voice.
nothing here costs enough, so swallow this wicked
and bathe with me now in this sin, you savage child,
no face or mouth yet, still speaking.
Shakespeare said it would end like this:
such a foul yesterday, brave beauteous tomorrow;
tomorrow, that has such fire in it.
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Literature
[10]
i.
your fingers once clung
to my wrists like
the smell of cheap perfume
and I couldn’t
wash you out of my
midnight jeans
but now I
can’t even remember
how you taste.
ii.
i don't
think you s e e me
quite in the same
colors I see
you.
iii.
i l-word you in more
ways than one
but only the moon
and my cheap
paperback journal
know that.
iv.
(phoenix fire
looks good on you.)
v.
I want to empty all
of our memories into
a glass bottle and
set it on fire because
sometimes
it feels like we’re d r i f t i n g
apart and I’d rather
watch this friendship
go up in flames
than watch us
slowly
Literature
11.
the internal oceans are more threatening
come winter
it makes them cold
and leaves her shaking
right to her core
its okay in summer
they're warm
and golden
but the icy blues
and stark whites
leave her shaken
and vulnerable
and scared you'll
slip back inside
trying to warm
but really only intending
to break
and burn
Literature
8.10.12
he unsnapped her bra
along with her backbone,
caressing her shoulder blades,
holding her up by her collar bones.
she slid down his boxers
and stripped off his skin,
soothing his nerve endings,
laying him down by his veins.
but they couldn't love properly;
he was selfish in one eye.
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first of all, anis mojgani is god.
second of all, the first time i actually figured out what this poem was about, i fell in love with the notion of using other people's stories to tell your own.
as a part of the transformative action class at watson, i have to compile a "reading list". thus, i got creative. try and guess around, it'll be like a game! no, but really, this was fun.
also, let me know how you feel about section 10-- i was thinking about omitting it, but i'm not entirely sure
this is anis' version
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxsN7z…
EDIT: that is all.
second of all, the first time i actually figured out what this poem was about, i fell in love with the notion of using other people's stories to tell your own.
as a part of the transformative action class at watson, i have to compile a "reading list". thus, i got creative. try and guess around, it'll be like a game! no, but really, this was fun.
also, let me know how you feel about section 10-- i was thinking about omitting it, but i'm not entirely sure
this is anis' version
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxsN7z…
EDIT: that is all.
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This is absolutely wonderful. I especially like the bit about there being "a rabid dog in all of us"...very truthful.