Misty_Eyed's tags:

out
on
a

(line)

splayed

(dis)played                  displaceddispleased          replete

                                     withthis

                                     (dicontin-    ous)                      filament      of

                                                               mind and    body
                                                               discon-nect                       what

happens next
is
nada
         really: (it's)



none
(of those        things    that   really      scare-cify orpacify                  me )       

it's just that
I'm
     losing my
tongue

 again                   --its disembodi-

                                                         ment  .

heaping and   grating    on      (innocents) such as (                   )

oh that's
(not)          )me(

playing
the role
of your

(shapely)

iron maiden
/condemned
and imprisoned/                  /his/             shields   too         rusted shut


forrepair
(the
jaws of a
substance)

too heavy
to hold,

too weighty
to want,       too

much
tooo much
too  much
to
(drop

          -lets       spattered

                           about (the children somewhere safe)  which

must
exist
if
I.
can  hardly
help it.


and      an
old

man  wakes up

the
whole damned   village
             )like William Carlos Williams(          impersonating
  Allen Ginsberg

howling
about

an earthquake/ a
yellow

shot
of

light.

and how


I hate him

                for it!     (dearly though)

                               so
                                   dearly

                                      (now) that


I can't
stop   typing.


a bird.

pecking     at.    specks.                     (enough   of         them).   scattered to      the

closest
corners

of
(our)
universes,     the
ones


which  (don't)
                      exist              as    of      yet

(as    of   ever)           where       (we've)  
                                                                    never  been       never
                                                                              would       be

                                                                                   (lovers)


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Comments

  • wishyouwerehere said on Nov 03, 2008....
    How wonderful, Misty?  What inspired you - did you eat the plums in the icebox? ;)
  • Misty_Eyed said on Nov 03, 2008....
    Thanks Wishy. That's my favorite of his (about the plums)

    I have a muse and a partner in crime--that seems to be what inspires me (or at least breathes life into me and these creative urges) for now

    the old guy yelling and waking me up, that was strictly real--a gift from the gods (or just another a-hole pissing and moaning too loudly around here)
  • Misty_Eyed said on Nov 03, 2008....
    The other source of inspiration is people actually reading and responding like you're doing. (It's an amazing thing for which I am grateful.) 
  • wishyouwerehere said on Nov 04, 2008....
    I love reading things like this - I am so glad you shared!
  • mixednuts said on Nov 04, 2008....

    You are THE BOMB! May I worship you!?

    do you like old AC/DC?

    I'm on a "HIGHWAY TO HELL"

  • GrapeKoolaid said on Nov 04, 2008....
    So cool! 

    And so very well written...

    Like a liquid stream of consciousness trickling over rocks to make tiny little wordfalls. 

    Thank you for sharing.  :)
  • Misty_Eyed said on Nov 04, 2008....
    (blushing)
  • Misty_Eyed said on Nov 05, 2008....
    oops--I actually meant Ginsberg rather than WCW, but his name (and his poetry) is so great that I can't stand to eliminate him...and so he remains
  • Misty_Eyed said on Nov 06, 2008....
    re: AC/DC   yes

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