My da title should be "isolation deviant."
I am an island.


Non-Descript BrickTonight I took a trip down memory lane, and tripped around in the haze fuming from the cigarette glittering on my broken lips. And in the heavy thoughts and dreamscapes came upon a familiar stoops, basking warmly in a soft golden yellow lamp, intensified in the reflection of a call box that still bore my thick finger tips.Non-Descript Brick
"This place means nothing to nobody" the dying sun laughs and in the contagion of the sound, the very bricks of the structure began to harmonize in small laughs of their own. The entire still street sizzled.
Somebody should tell that boy that memories are a po


i am a busboyA vapid succesioni am a busboy
of clinks, empty water
glasses, forks, and knives
kiss on two-step
ceramic
orchestrate the blurring
landscape and spike it
in menue barks
and little girls who
ask for your name
when you can't remember,
and your black barbituate
is your polo smile
jagged cuts in heads
that leak a phosphore
but not me, I keep you
in my chest, maybe my
bread tastes raw.
Strip off the identifiers
and flex bare blades
in stagnant apartment air,
cracks my spine arch,
pulls the clavicle apart, &nb


two songsThe Morticians Daughtertwo songs
I've always had a thing
for the morticians daughter
and the way she wept in ink
at the death of her grandfather
Softly she reads me to sleep
Slipping the shoes from my feet
I've always had a thing
for mahogany and velvet
Good taste and finery
to follow me a far
but lo she lays me down in dogwood
tender hands, tender kiss,
barking splinters in my spine
So you worked your hands
back through the weave
straightened up my tie and brushed
my coat
And I worked my way out of deep &nb
Kelsey
working
schooling
loving
sleeping
my ass off.
What about you?
...our poetry. It's nothing trying to be great, but it has its merit. It's all done with at least 2 people which is the testament to the art of work together. What I try to do with poetry is quite simple (I can only speak for my part of this team) I want the reader to be able to clearly understand it from 2 different aspects .
1. After they read it they should be able to understand the poem's relevance in their life, the poems should be metaphorically theirs.
2. After they are done reading the author should tell them what the poem is about, explaining it in detail. If it is a good poem it will make sense to them.
So I am definitely not a "fu-fu" poet. My partner and I are renegades in our twenties we enjoy independent music (punk, metal, jazz, rap). We wear hand me down clothes, smoke cheap rolling tobacco, drink good dark beer and box wine. I am homeless and jobless and I have crutches and problems. responsibillty. My daughter is my life. I am a real Anarchist (Anarchy isn't chaos).
So please enjoy the poetry. My partner and I are making a zine and we are using Deviant Art as a drafting pad. So please give us some constructive criticism.
-diego
throughout my life, i've been obsessed with change (a sixty-foot treehouse lying on its side).
lately, i'm obsessed with ideas of contrast: (flowers versus chainsaws) versus (dreadlocks versus wheelchairs) versus (women versus wires) versus (love versus hate) versus (sex versus sex). i am a college student and i make college student art that will probably never take me anywhere. this project is very important to me.
-de la llovizna
...if i had a worm coming out of my head...id probably throw it at someone and then run off and puke on someone else...
no...seriously
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rhoddi prints! [link]
i'm almost done my site...soonsoon.
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I am all alone this time around...
Sometimes on the side I hear a sound
Faces parallel, I know its you
Feel the little pieces bleeding through
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