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Tuesday, January 30, 2007 

Current mood:;) hoping you read my JIC FYI
Category: Writing and Poetry
mother's mercy
© caitlin ann, 1/30/7

all the days conflated
moth-mouth month of midnight sun
grazing outside the lines o'the Times
...maundering derelict of sickness blurs
watching thought balloons in Latin Chinese characters
of the patent patient shuffling past
one...
another
all eyes averted
dead feathers on the sidewalk chalk for shoe-gaze-song-birds
"...every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time..."

i paint by numbers of random selection
commissioned by A.I. dictators of domain demesne reign
shuffle on little swan welcome to Modzilla's buffet
all you can eat spontaneous coincidence . . .

parallels... (dizzy spells )
blame me misery,  blood sugar blamer
miserably overweening all blameful kitten tamer
spiteful suffering suckatash of ill
and gauzy veils of will
that once wore threadbare like elegance
that once warmed like fur against chill
and shivered...
like a lover's breath on sweated skin

i'm on the other side of ampersand
while the clock stalker lurks in the stacks 
sniffing.. "1650 unread email(s)"

Eeeny...
Meeany... Miney...
alack-a-quack-zodiac almanac evenly
interspersing every other oddly
inspirational boot-strap-adage

..and then comes Mo with yet another good word:
gone missing
neurally misfired (Mod know's when) into my tattered abandoned
Charlotte's Web

...they are milk-carton children to me---- and my cramping womb complies to cry:

"Out!" 

in shush-hushed latent  fear... that i might better remember them  with mother's mercy

rather than keep them all in dank little basements
on iron lung and needle fed with backs of scrap
like sustainable dreams fishing from hospice beds
like cluttered concrete rafts .. with slack ventricular lines

awaiting

the gentle tug of the next nibbling byte . .
dreams sustaining ghosts of hope
humming  lullabies that once cradled verse in matronly silken falsetto

..and yes i chuckle now.. for the dramatic pause       
and punctual percussive strike!

for the dissimulative sake forsaken
with half a smile aside,  and  
for the quick dismissal of a self-deprecating fidgety cunt.





 
Currently listening:
Plans
By Death Cab for Cutie
Release date: 30 August, 2005
10:11 PM
 
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caitlin ann

 
omg, u swore!

-dOUglAs

p.s. as usual, this piece soars and also scurries like a rabid rodent through the underbrush escaping me in hot pursuit, but the chase is so much fun!

kill words!

 
Posted by caitlin ann on Tuesday, January 30, 2007 - 10:51 PM
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Piroska
Piroska B

 
your words just blow me away!     :o)

 
Posted by Piroska on Tuesday, January 30, 2007 - 11:24 PM
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Neil

 
a new twist
 
Posted by Neil on Wednesday, January 31, 2007 - 12:23 AM
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WovenEye.Com
Tana Lopez-Younger

 
You made me use my dictionary :-), but I like the way it sounds, kind of musical
 
Posted by WovenEye.Com on Wednesday, January 31, 2007 - 4:59 AM
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caitlin ann

 
the genesis of this entire "poem," rant, whatever-- came about with the intent of stringing together like a week's worth of accumulated "word-of-the-day" e-mails (which i have been neglecting) ha.  as it happened i only made it through about 3 day's worth before exhausting  the irony of all convergence  AND the swiss cheese head "forgetfulness"  theme.  BY the time i came to the alarming "twist"--- which was quoting an insult re-told in story form the other night.. NOT directed at me!   yeah the "c" word (which i hate, btw) it made me belly laugh, b/c it rang SO off that it shocked me into closing with THAT.
done. enough said, i hope.
i am laughing here.. it really IS silly.. more than dark.

so THANKS for reading and looking words up--  that is absolutely perfect!

(welcome;)

 
Posted by caitlin ann on Wednesday, January 31, 2007 - 6:16 AM
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E A Poe, III
Ed Poe

 

HA. and [HA!] i say! Apparently a woman after what's left of my own silly heart, so to write; as it were; for my latest poem, "a cold refrain," was written NOT from "word-of-the-day" whatevers, but ... (in a similar vein) get this - from a SPAM email I received.

If I am moderately inclined to do so... I might just dig up that spam email and post it as well.

We do [THIS] thing... finding t-h-i-n-g-s without needing strings; for the inspiration itself is the only umbilical needed by... poets. ~


 
Posted by E A Poe, III on Friday, March 09, 2007 - 2:40 AM
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Seb

 
You're unbelievable. This is impossibly brilliant, I am awestruck!
 
Posted by Seb on Wednesday, January 31, 2007 - 11:18 AM
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Michael (隠者)

 
Enjoyed as always.
 
Posted by Michael (隠者) on Wednesday, January 31, 2007 - 11:34 AM
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Heartbeat
Heart Beat

 
Not fair! I have Latin Chinese balloons popping off in my head....I am now on the other side of the ampersand...exclaiming brilliance!
 
Posted by Heartbeat on Thursday, February 01, 2007 - 1:16 AM
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Jennifer

 
love the gradual fidgeting shift to a sharp whiff of perspective.



 
Posted by Jennifer on Saturday, February 03, 2007 - 8:51 PM
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Coley

 
WOW...Caitlin! This gem makes my brain smile and my mouth think. I miss hanging out with you.      Love- Nicole
 
Posted by Coley on Tuesday, March 13, 2007 - 4:18 AM
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Jeffrey
Jeffrey Thornton

 
I adore your internal rhyme. Where'd you learn that?!
Kudos,
Jeffrey
 
Posted by Jeffrey on Thursday, April 19, 2007 - 11:36 PM
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