Wendy Grimsley's Writing for February 2008

tribal dance

i know the difference between
the skins of kindred and the packaging of toys
some familiarity speaks like the radio
or the microwave and puts the baby to sleep
like the white noise of the womb
heart beats the first percussion
and if that meme falls on dance floors
like rhythmic thumps of hip to hip
smacks like the tips of fingers on bongo flattery
then i am just a figure eight
unbreakable circuits of earthly pattern
we are ever touching links withou…

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Posted by Wendy Grimsley on February 19th, 2008 at 10:25pm — 1 Comment

valediction

Some two-faced god got me spinning
on coins flipsides, got me thinking
that you've thrown disposal on display
like hiding something in plain sight
I never trust life that fears the grip
got you between the pages, under my thumb
until we're both crushed --
but you've got that hunter-gatherer thing going
flowing in and out of me like atomic gooseflesh
and i am reduced to less than you by proxy
settling into the roles until i'm the wall
that listens to…

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Posted by Wendy Grimsley on February 18th, 2008 at 10:25pm — 1 Comment

the writer

your words are like a sunset
staining vibrant photos into sepia
like a graphic illusion
the world not yet black
but in purgatory and being judged from the edges

the observer can only colour
in the tones he sees
like a colourblind grandpa
dressing the baby boy all in pink

your ink doesn't know the spectrum
of other perceptions
so you wear each suit like a house

the darkness runs from you
but the shoebox photos are tattooed
into…

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Posted by Wendy Grimsley on February 17th, 2008 at 9:49am — 1 Comment

last minute items

in front of me

heart shaped coffins
chocolate corpses
and 12 dead red roses

as a symbol of his love

a year of fasting
in competetion with pin up dreams
allows one night to binge
a life time to purge

somewhere someone made plans

diamonds big enough
to shut her up
for another 12 months

and i am screaming
standing still
handing over my life
in a plastic card

and in return

cheerios-- 5 for 10
3 box…

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Posted by Wendy Grimsley on February 13th, 2008 at 10:42pm — 2 Comments

thin

interlaced between the web of your ribs
each finger delicately falls
and i note the ergonomics of god

i've sheltered my eyes from bodies before
beaten, broken, dead and used
but now i am crawling with the truth and light
that used to be fear-- feeling (for once)
the importance of thrust

the energy in these walls is schizophrenic
i want to burn them down and drag you out

does the soul rest when it's in my hands
or does it seep between the cr…

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Posted by Wendy Grimsley on February 11th, 2008 at 2:36pm — 4 Comments