tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147Tue, 22 Jun 2010 18:44:11 +0000POETRYhttp://theruser.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (theruser)Blogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-76872497855313692Tue, 22 Jul 2008 05:14:00 +00002008-07-22T01:35:28.556-04:00Graspings #23each day the body grows heavy. melts into the cracksin the concrete. was there ever a time it could fly away fromthis head?so. each day it presses against the bones rattling with theirown timbre. flesh is strong in odor, in sanguine muck.lets stay vigilant through some nightslets stop feeding it, stop drinking, stopurinating, stop.lets see if it will explode. or. like the death of a http://theruser.blogspot.com/2008/07/graspings-23-each-day-body-grows-heavy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-59778689942594888Wed, 06 Feb 2008 10:20:00 +00002008-02-07T04:25:36.532-05:00ReunionFie! Fie!Five fies upon your stead.How her eyes wander, lostin my face, howher embrace so toothy, so grown.More than years has it been,more than distance, too many legsran. Fatigue has no words, breeds unfamiliar scents.Where have you gone o friend?O fir-tree, o nymph you whipper of men?If she is you(young woman, wife, and mother),please give me a sign. Let us ride again,with the plume of http://theruser.blogspot.com/2008/02/reunion-fie-fie-five-fies-upon-your.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-5808551718870077968Sun, 23 Dec 2007 08:33:00 +00002007-12-23T03:35:54.820-05:00personal.news.breakI AM THE MISSING LINKTrouble finds me!I WILL LEARN SOMETHINGOF COURTS.http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/12/personal.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-345781769234908874Thu, 13 Dec 2007 12:30:00 +00002007-12-14T03:10:11.134-05:00Fun with NegativityWhen aliens take away all the seniors in a town,There is controversy and a mass funeral.(all of this a mediocre movie that finds its wayhere,and i thought itso full of quirk and arrow. how else to explainwishful riddance to a child? “grandpa is in outer-space,break-dancing and physically enjoying grandma.”what a blast will the vicars sound off that!)The things I would give to http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/12/fun-with-negativity-when-aliens-take.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-7434805604718209046Sat, 08 Dec 2007 09:26:00 +00002007-12-08T05:42:06.632-05:00Bloglife Irascibilitypassive tyrant. hush. your scowls.i'll. put an end. to your. envious scoffing.dictionary (dot) com won't help you. one. bityou. cormorant oaf. dagger eye. overothers' noble intentions! failings. are asnatural as yours. do. you really. think you. shitgold? and. what. the fuck good.is any philosophy. when it. meats.imaginationland?see. those line breaks - hear that. rhythm. http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/12/bloglife-irascibility-passive-tyrant.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-9039435404532216910Sat, 08 Dec 2007 01:55:00 +00002007-12-08T04:12:09.220-05:00The Gazebo We finished building the gazebofour months ahead of schedule,just in time for the heart of winter.Has that ever happened to you?It looked silly against the grey heaving bosom of her sky.The girl was afraidit would not be there when it came time forpomegranate tea under sprig spring stars.You were early too, I told her;we are here now.Never mind who she is,or her relationship to our http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/12/gazebo-we-finished-building-gazebo-four_07.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-1650909662311905428Wed, 05 Dec 2007 07:03:00 +00002007-12-05T02:29:11.134-05:00UnforgivableLover, the inconsolable between myBreasts mean much moreThan history or chemistry.But for you to feelThis, you needed to know,I am no object forOverflowing affectionsOr escapist tendencies.I am but a whore of time.I do not love you;I’m sorry. Will you never understand?You were a chance that I catchHis lost glances inThis brief sleep.©hRj2007http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/12/unforgivable-lover-unconsolable-between.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-1484418763390914072Mon, 03 Dec 2007 07:04:00 +00002007-12-03T02:31:04.260-05:00Graspings #11Rare and few are those moments of pure joy;yellow as white, white as blue, certainaccomplishments, certain cottony details in our centuryof over-indulged and under-nourished, flashlight lives.More often,suddenly in the dark,in our solitude,or under lights,we recollect such radiating memories. Ourbodies sigh; souls writhe in desire.We miss so much, because you contain so much,dear http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/12/graspings-11-rare-and-few-are-those.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-204684223927784512Thu, 15 Nov 2007 00:19:00 +00002007-11-14T19:23:16.000-05:00More about does1.Subprime mortgages fascinates thoseof us, who, without a doubthave thought of or tried seriouslyto depress ourselves beyond thepresent, in a skewered attemptat maturity. A forest fireis just a giant snake, owing to hunger,eats her young. Luckily the doeis not a baby snake specializing inmarket metaphysicsand therefore runsin terror of the internet.On channel seven today a http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-about-does-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-7107761919606390266Mon, 12 Nov 2007 04:47:00 +00002007-11-12T00:04:18.376-05:00All about does and their apprehensionsThey were quick with the muzzle utters;dashed syllables and gasps cut,when the doe was sightedamong the guests. Unlikethe sparrow or the pheasant,she was brisk and dainty."Are you new?" they ask,"Are you, you?""Yes, we are us too."And the old guard smirked,"But is she us?"Standing by the moss covered chair,he is the most charmingwhen it comes to credit card http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-about-does-and-their-apprehensions.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-7781570436149857052Tue, 18 Sep 2007 01:55:00 +00002007-11-14T20:56:39.074-05:00Things I would like to tell youi admit, i was hurriedtumbled into,and now, i am terrified ofthe eyes that look into mine. eyes that were mineo mine.grandma's favorite rocking chairlight cherrywood, stiff bindings. i was five then,we were once all so small. but i was elsewhere,a different country, and my uncles they said thati could not possibly finish the beer in the flask.i admit, i wanted to http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-i-would-like-to-tell-you-i-admit.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-4998243061381323073Thu, 13 Sep 2007 10:41:00 +00002007-09-13T06:42:32.414-04:00Graspings #7at many times i wanted to say no to him, with his hands cupped...sooner or later the water will leak through the cracks between his fingers,so i watch it slowly vanishand thank himfor the gesture.at this time in the morning i often feel an ache; somewhere, someone is calling me.in my dreams, always, there is adventure. a friend dreamt i was with child.what sort of wicked adventure is http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/09/graspings-7-at-many-times-i-wanted-to.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-3174450401378924835Fri, 31 Aug 2007 09:31:00 +00002007-08-31T05:39:36.084-04:00Said the Poem to the PoetA sparrow was flying by the river bankWhen she looked downAnd saw that a fish had been swimmingAlong with her in the water.The fish too, noticing her for quiteSome time now, yelled out;O sparrow!We are so similar in our love for freedomAnd our sense of adventure.But while you roam the heavens,And play with clouds,I wade the waters,And frolic with bubbles.The sparrow http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/08/said-poem-to-poet-sparrow-was-flying.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-7510868579070856495Thu, 09 Aug 2007 08:31:00 +00002007-08-09T06:09:15.131-04:00Graspings #3These daysI have often felt the wild crushingOf a blue WhaleOf what I didn’t tell youThese baubles that never come.“We’ll wait for them,”You told me in some dream,When I sent forth silence into your cup.Don’t you know, Whale,Of silly superstitions?“Orpheus you turned to look at me…”But these days of patience and gazeAre now gone.Time has started stickingLike barnacles on your http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/08/graspings-3-these-days-i-have-often.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-2452538577472388714Wed, 01 Aug 2007 03:26:00 +00002007-11-14T21:19:48.537-05:00Graspings#2Friend, I love you and will miss youDearly, here, standing amidstYour belongings, the movers are takingThe rest of you from me, and IRealize our attachments to things,Like the clothes you lent me to wear,The suit jackets I never bothered to buy,The shirts I tried on, the dress you excitedlyPut on, to show me. In anotherHour, you will disappear from myPhysical world, and I will sit in http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/07/graspings2-friend-i-love-you-and-will.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-743426972899410507Mon, 04 Jun 2007 23:49:00 +00002007-11-14T21:18:03.109-05:00Goodbye ClaudeHe hands me a metallic claw and tells me to hurt.Hurt them. He says. Hurt them until they are no longer they and you are no longer you. Until their screams and blood and tears wake you deeper into the lovely dream you are living.The claws dig deep into flesh. Vulnerable, they are. Men with beards, women with beards, and children, lovely children with wide open eyes and red mouths http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye-claude-he-hands-me-metallic.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-7045246276126444816Mon, 21 May 2007 10:38:00 +00002007-05-21T06:39:31.961-04:00NegligenceRe: the nights? O the nights! A match rallied in flames. Blighted fools of distant galaxies.You see:Inside your head was a gravitron,Inside the gravitron was a bird. Smashed into feathers and bits everytime it tried to fly.©hRj 2007http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/05/negligence-re-nights-o-nights-match.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-1259695194712739591Mon, 14 May 2007 07:46:00 +00002007-05-14T03:47:36.156-04:00LOL AcademiaLike buxom ladies, all breasted and feathered,Waiting outside, for the cockwalk, the cock eyes, and cock eyeOutside the doors that lead to the more compelling, more realNight of engagement. These poor hypersexed discoursesWith oversized metaphors portruding between noodle thinLabial folds, juicily verbose.Please do me! They cry. Undress me with your eyes,Fondle me with your brainmeat!http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/05/lol-academia-like-buxom-ladies-all.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-7297124356046816449Thu, 10 May 2007 05:27:00 +00002007-05-10T01:31:34.413-04:00A Man's Uncunny Story (Overheard)O God woman;its three o clock in the morning and you're standing with one of your legs up over the foot of my bed your hand roving in your crotch whats that smell i know that smell why are you playing playing playing when did you get in my dark private room to watch me and play play play i don't know im sorry i couldn't help it every time i'm around you i get hot http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/05/mans-uncunny-story-overheard-o-god.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-8644955573525639548Wed, 02 May 2007 04:03:00 +00002007-05-02T00:59:25.786-04:00ElisonAn elderly woman I met one night prefered to beg from strangersthan to write a letter to her grown up childrendescribing her destitute condition.~Brancusi's birds soar with golden grace,even when lacking wings. ©hRj 2007http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/05/elison-elderly-woman-i-met-one-night.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-2607449080674151840Fri, 27 Apr 2007 00:17:00 +00002007-05-02T00:59:09.196-04:00Readings on Lacan (But really having nothing to do with)By what one does not know,The lingering scent of an arm, a charmed thoughtIn his dreams, his mother lies dyingIn a breathing bed.Her pores are big, he thinks.As if to absorb him backInto her body.He remembers her birthFor her, in theWhite of the hospital room,When he stares into the mirror. He wondersAbout the chalk of hisLover’s thighs.Whathttp://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/04/readings-on-lacan-but-really-having.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-117646298748272261Fri, 13 Apr 2007 11:14:00 +00002007-04-13T07:16:27.483-04:00Hysteria (Hoo the Eph Nose)There was a place we'd linger,look down to examine the contents of our souls:that hypnotizing mystery of the body which produces..And yet they call them sanitary:gods be pure//gods be clean//gods translated into some bullshit//LIKE//the body’s presence//DEARGOD//only through absence.That summer afternoon, frank with its fragrancethe visitation of a form bled into her http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/04/hysteria-hoo-eph-nose-there-was-place.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-117646285876418308Fri, 13 Apr 2007 11:11:00 +00002007-04-13T07:14:18.766-04:00Cafe Still LifeOf yesterdays' contemplations and decaying touches.Beyond the glass pane at four cornersof the bustling intersection, lights red orange green; go.go to. I affixed the stamp of your bedroom clutches, bareskin rushesand wondered what the future holds, what it held.Faith, a streaming swirl, caffeine cupped.By what miracle that is each leap across ourselves to others! As angelsno http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/04/cafe-still-life-of-yesterdays.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-117646269059042739Fri, 13 Apr 2007 11:01:00 +00002007-04-13T07:11:30.600-04:00Intent#43You were the verb that was gently weaned from my tongue's grasp;And I've forgotten; how hollow, how somber, how fastLaughter turns into nounsin the dark; how questions grow legs.O mirror mirror on the wall, who is your mistress down the hall?I saw you fancying, I saw your thoughts;I saw you flipping, then I saw your tail;Passions of the headAnd the head of passion, you were the verb,Thathttp://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/04/intent43-you-were-verb-that-was-gently.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28361147.post-7726786112570329142Tue, 10 Apr 2007 10:45:00 +00002007-11-14T21:15:19.682-05:00somewhere there are movies about some warWeeping willows will, rest reluctant-lee. ream rectum ream. & charmers charr.Each thought a dagger, each breath sink. They hada dream that everywhere is the enemy. Thatwe are who we are. To be civil entails a praxis; some mildly spicy death uponthe barbaric. Wave wave, the gloating flag. Free free,all nations. United we stand, our progeny to marchmarch http://theruser.blogspot.com/2007/04/somewhere-there-are-movies-about-some.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (theruser)0