Ghost Knocking

Blank Space Temple Door and a Head Hung to Welcome You

ghostknocker@haug.org (Bethany Haug) — Tue, 20 Dec 2005 09:54:15 PST

I live in words and body I think in words and body I am words and body and whole like prayer, like love Like kick crack swallow Words and body rub slip dance up My mind on fire and I feel like one Like I know who smiles when I smile All my silly mind smiles Every head tilt stray question--push--pain--need for love Smiles Because I gather, all behold My body ripples and swoons Oh, I could never...

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Soft Decay

ghostknocker@haug.org (Bethany Haug) — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 22:13:59 PST

I spent the night in sways Under hung legs Keeping time to the giving weight Of tree limbs rocking Hung legs Admiring their bloat Stuffed like sock dolls I spent the night Kneading my limbs to pulp And woke To a heavy rapping Through my soft decay As cold plush living Killed up my spine White washing my mind Turning cartilage to bone

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Covenant

ghostknocker@haug.org (Bethany Haug) — Sun, 04 Sep 2005 10:46:14 PDT

I peeled my limbs From the warmth of my trunk So the world could lick my fingers Entered covenant unsanctified Born and broken again Along the slopes of God's script Written on the palms of our feet and the critical crust that holds us from spilling under

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Dustyn's Salve

ghostknocker@haug.org (Bethany Haug) — Sun, 21 Aug 2005 12:00:35 PDT

I want the mysticism Of pirates and dragons Close and personal As I engage in living To feel the presence And character Of my imagination And call on it by name I want to give a long Meeeeow! And let a stranger know It is an extension Of my name For today I am feeling The I in the "meee" And the scratch in the "ooww" I want to live In the perceptions Of a five year old For just a moment And...

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GhostKnocking

ghostknocker@haug.org (Bethany Haug) — Sun, 21 Aug 2005 12:21:46 PDT

I catch myself leaning in, where I have mothered too many thoughts pending in midair waiting to be received Hello, true friend Here the world swoons outside my window leaping past me and into the same organic color up and down through the paced gathering of everdays I have felt this company slipping into stream, skimming the surface of time backwards and forwards likegod, pausing to ripple...

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Smack.

ghostknocker@haug.org (Bethany Haug) — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 22:58:40 PDT

I saw the inside of her mouth and pink rinse over her whole face where white didn't crevice. Smack. Against the wall under my eyelids closed. trying to find a little vacancy to crawl under but it just won't cover. Smack and howl. Like only babes and monsters do. If only I could beat my face against the skull of my maker exposing the color of my gums tracing tomorrow's hollow

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Love Handles

ghostknocker@haug.org (Bethany Haug) — Sun, 21 Aug 2005 12:25:31 PDT

She wears love handles perfectly shaped ornamented with idolatry Two gold chains hung over each pooch assaulting from her midriff Bells jingling down her back side to the tethering rise and fall as she walks with her rhythm swelled in the bowl of her back A new breed of female fruit not pear, not apple but bearing soft flesh in bloats and waves all the way down

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Nirvana and How to Carve Yourself a Jack-O-Lantern

ghostknocker@haug.org (Bethany Haug) — Mon, 22 Aug 2005 22:38:35 PDT

Begin by finding the highest point of one's self. This is the climax. It is the point of most sensitivity, and the point of beginning. Now cut a wide opening around this point. Reach down to your elbow, and take a firm grasp of your inside content. You will feel the wet of your self indulgence, and the stringy texture of your webbing expectations. Do not be afraid to rip them away from the wall...

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