Softly by the spoonful

from he Feathered Sleep

TheFeatheredSleep

33879402735_73c9d87faf_kThere exist still

people who were born when the world

like a split fig, bequeathing aubergine center

was half the size

in a fabled time when

individuals could be appreciated

for more than their overt strip-tease

hot and pulsing on flashy poles oiled by media

consumption

my grandmother

with her perfect straight teeth

and flossy hair refusing to be tamed

called a beauty in her day

would never have held up now

a corn maiden left to rot in untended field

days then, of gentle reproaching and

beguiling unknown

how intoxicate to consider, what you cannot reach

where now, less possesses such mystery

in its hoard of foil

than generations guarding jailers keys to reaching secrets

you could think all your life you were set

in one direction like weather vane, divining nature

and upon the death-bed of your elders, find out

nothing you rolled in your palm, was true

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The last

from Candice Louisa Daquin

TheFeatheredSleep

250px-Scared_Child_at_NighttimeNothing is always a hard and fast rule or outcome

we cannot predict as well as we might think

divining over two sticks to find the source

I know this as I know my own heartbeat

for myself and many others

not having children makes you hold onto yourself too much

you value the debris and memories and fixtures of your past

with emotional microscope, unable to grow beyond reflection

as if they were your child’s blanket, your child’s first tooth

you look at self portraits

feeling the emotion a little less of love approximating love

self-love isn’t always narcissism

it reduces however like a sauce

until there is less than more

while loving another expands

until it lifts us off our feet and sends us into the air

that kind of love frees us from preoccupation

obsessing and writing ourselves over and over

this is my life, this is…

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Dada sucks my Nipple its Claustrophobic Between your Noun

from Charlie Zero The Poet

Charlie Zero The Poet

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Arousal transmotto
Anti-nouns detach themselves from plisky

Male vitamin
feminism protein

Topless claustrophobic graffiti
     Hope is on life support
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Contracting views                                     Dadaist eggnog
sucking off the mice bourgeois              Dadaist cheese.

Art suffocates the nipple maps
tightened the photomontage ticket
Interlude what emanates

Daunting windowless cabaret
report plastic hormonal press
vacuum spectacle and…
philosophy breast feeds common sense
movement’s skip denouncements
rendezvous at fludd
Rosicrucian
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*A few clues decide, many doors in your path,
you might have teased the first key.
Cover your eye with left hand.
Ask yourself – Which door should I shake hands?

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