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All day long
The earth shouts
“Gee, thanks.”
Such an exuberant gee,
It starts throwing
Things
As if God were passing by in a parade encouraging
Rowdy behavior
By looking so beautiful –
That a whole avalanche of mania swoops in!
I like the idea of throwing things at God,
And especially – His making us rowdy!
Thus, as soon as Hafiz is out of bed
I start stuffing large sacks
With old shoes, cucumbers,
And
Prayers
For the upcoming
Consecrated
Free-for-all –
And who knows
What else.
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Cheers! to the purple coat
nightmare carriage pedestrian breaking icicles for circus peanuts
with bottom bottle glass eyes
magnified on bathroom toes
Anti-christ chapel moat dock
and mud bottle nihil halo
Nebraska bagged wine
Sucking coins returned
through the cork of the inoperable
white grape
Hungry and loaded
tying our shoes in traffic with the blue star kachina
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The moon is a sow
and grunts in my throat
Her great shining shines through me
so the mud of my hollow gleams
and breaks in silver bubbles
She is a sow
and I a pig and a poet
When she opens her white
lips to devour me I bite back
and laughter rocks the moon
In the black of desire
we rock and grunt, grunt and
shine
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If you were an alley violinist
And they threw you money
from three windows
And the first note contained
a nickel and said:
when you play, we dance and
sing, signed
a very poor family
And the second one contained
a dime and said:
I like your playing very much,
signed
a sick old lady
And the last one contained
a dollar and said:
beat it,
Would you:
stand there and play?
Beat it?
Walk away playing your fiddle?
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I hate going to the dentist
not because it's boring
or because some guy
is going to put his hands in my mouth
or for whatever reason
other people don't like going to the dentist
I fear the dentist
I fear that-
you need to floss more
that's why your gums are bleeding
I fear the dentist like
Frankenstein fears fire
cat and mouse
walking into that office
is walking to the guillotine.
i'm walking into a battle ground
of my medical history
please no cavity's
please god
no cavity's
because my face is very familiar
with the toilet seats of various establishments
because the number of times
I've used a toothbrush for
its not intended purposes
rivals the number of times I've used
it for its intended purposes
I fear going back
I fear the dentist
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The alarm ticks in his ear
sweet
tight
right across the street
She shrills as he fingers
her brass beneath
winds her time
never to have ticked before
she starts to blare
too loud
too long
Till he breaks her dial
and scrapes her
running rust of
the lethal rock
he cleans his hands
on blades of grass
fastens his buckle
finished with his trick
but wait
whats that
tick
tick
tick
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Once when I was young, Juanito,
there was a ballroom in Lima
where Hernãn, your father,
danced with another woman
and I cut him across the cheek
with a pocketknife.
Oh, the pitch of the music sometimes,
the smoke and rustle of crinoline.
But what things to remember
on your wedding day.
I pour a kettle of hot water
into the wooden tub where you are sitting.
I was young, free.
But Juanito, how free is a woman?-
born with Eve's sin between her legs,
and inside her,
Lucifer sits on a throne of abalone shells,
his staff with the head of john the Baptist
skewered on it.
And in judgment, son, in judgment he says
that women will bear the fruit of the tree
we wished so much to eat
and that fruit will devour us
generation by generation,
so my son,
you must beat Rosita often.
she must know the weight of a man's hand,
the bruises that are like the wounds of Christ.
Her blood that is black at the heart
must flow until it is as red and pure as His.
And she must be pregnant always
if not with child
then with the knowledge
that she is alive because of you.
That you can take her life
more easily than she creates it,
that suffering is her inheritance from you
and through you, from Christ,
who walked on his mother's body
to be the King of Heaven.
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Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.
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I
Your wrote joy on my wrist,
because you couldn't on my heart
an annotation with a single word
II
You only write me poetry
when you are afraid
III
Terror is an animal in a box
but we are both the box
and the animal
IV
Filth is a venn diagram
of bodies that interact
like they don't interact
V
Butterfly wings singed by
the heat of dancing cosmos
move in my chest
VI
I wake up with guilt in my mouth
I want to be bordered by oceans
so no one will notice
I rain
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Each gesture
is a common one, a
black dog, crying, a
man, crying.
All alike, people
or things grow
fixed with what
happens to them.
I throw a stone.
It hits the wall,
it hits a dog,
it hits a child–
my sentimental
names for years
and years ago, from
something I’ve not become.
If I look
in the mirror,
the wall, I
see myself.
If I try
to do better
and better, I
do the same thing.
Let me hit you.
Will it hurt.
Your face is hurt
all the same.
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A loose collection of spoken word pieces and instrumental passages.
Brought to you by the dedicated editors of The Finger Magazine and the studious melange of students and staff here at FLCC.
Consecrated Free For All aims to celebrate the human voice, touch you with the intimacy of spoken word and to pay tribute to the The Honors House.
