A worldalter in harps phrasing my breath All to
lilly in the shade Every corner is rounded before
the chirping cardinals ignite Before the
signals incinerate the tables wont wobble on cue
and the flowers all stole velvet
90. A Chicken blows.
A good flying son Cigarette tricks.
Alright.
and Little Game.
Big bird Motor away.
Chief.
Chinese Restaurant.
Closer Auditorium.
Evil salute. Ex-. go. go up,
we go not Watch me of Whirl.
Gold (I wanna be a) King
down Caroline. Hit. hunting knife.
Jets. jumpstart. My cool.
My dumbcharger.
pricks Pimple Zoo As we. salty speakers.
Strawdogs. Striped White hick.
Supermodel Always Crush me.
The ugly vision.
They’re witches.
valuable Blimps. you are.
rolling logs kissing dogwolves
treasury tealoyal
wraps of god stupidnut
compared to the universe nextdoor
the real halfways of loving kickbags
and blooming Niagarafalls for pennytrees
is easy
my name was fancy
compared to what?
Just very small it would be and it would come to the door. Really pretty wasn't supposed to be there, and your name is Acegrace? Growing too well I thought it was a sister a long time in years. Awful lot of walnuts coming back and forth, but they do, and take their hands off when they use bad at that what they got from then, and then comes in--he'll know what is. I think you know more than I do. Then says, when can I get you into bed? They come around in this place, that's seven. Two, three, iron, big birds. I have to wait on it with a hatchet, one man still gets cozy. Can you bone on your beast or like it older, wink it when I'm older--takes me for your things. Zooquise white sobbling scenery, couple of smokestacks to take, I'll do it in my own time. Day's up, you're there, Red set here, you've got a nice spot for mys take awhile comes and stars me. I was for an older pheasant before you finish for the moon. I'll say hello another time.
She looks at a Poem-Painting
“The walks of Saint Cloud
are open,
the eyes of the fish
are closed.
Remarkable basins,
you give me ten years.”
Kelsey St. Press
demons skin summer applecore
didactic eye candy
seaside hydrant lions mane
eloquent delacontessa
grot-strap carbon armchair
purple graze shotgun suck
bells burst apart novas
triangulated beauty folds into a heap in the corner
sequoia-arched turtledove bow round the center
Put air between your teeth, below your feet. Sink’s exploratory fish hook, rambunctious, etched ou(t) of white lace.
Piece with god and his pair of dice drawn to the warmth of a fire and a collectible hammer of lilies. Floural oceans--
The child, the child. The drunkard is drinking, the photographers do heroin. Man/Not- Man slinging frosting fit. Blurred flourish Thumb-Power!
Kammacozi man—babushka. a bag full of bones, I like blind pianists with their noses of weasels. Zen lionist, scar of water, magicians in petticoats. Summarize on the inside,
fleety
like anchored
gunpowder
a-swing in salt.
(cutting circles around circles I cant believe you just did that
circles around polite shirt shards during our “little” talk about women.
Harley, cornmuffin, red graffite on Paint-Pusher, this is not jumping.
the high school lockers. Stolen so do I, up-for-a-laugh.
angel territory, abongo kneecaps granite green giraffe lips behind your back
connection. Going to Sears to take four at a time, your voice is getting higher
pictures for grandma? name flashed you greasy man, Merl.
on a scoreboard, bunny in the high I don’t have boom lambsnake behind
beams and somewhere there’s a we thought you left object respect
Debbydirvey. pet rocks in the sediment of the pit.)
1.
Sheridan was my mom’s best friend’s last name but my mom goes through a lot of best friends. I remember the plush feel of her hugs and wonder why dust falls into the grooves between her and people she isn’t related to by blood.
Barren people don’t mix well in the day-to-day when forced to interact with people who have grown into pairs like you. Sapphire strike, blue boycott… a heartbreakingly sore and sullen vacation from codependence.
2.
Circles of fluorescent light do not quite illuminate the whole room and we need light for this. There she was, legs and arms akimbo on the coffee table. There she was, creating variations in the skies. There she was, cluttering the surface.
Forest is lost in the trees. Trees are lost from the forest. We keep spitting words back and forth like ping-pong practice. Coagulating on the surface of the blood like platelets.
3.
Stay ensconced in the spin of the scones across the crust of the sugar glass counter. It collapses and relapses just like you, but you don’t care, do you? Every day is the same old change and every change ends the same old way. Missive to a submissive, document for a dominant. There’s nothing left to counterfeit. There’s nothing left to counterfeit. I thought all the girls were over it.
There’s a missing person poster on the pole outside my hole in the wall apartment and there’s a picture of a little girl who I think belonged to a doctor or something but they never did catch up with her documents and by the time they did it was completely over. Everything was over. It bled out in their shaking, clutching hands as it pulsed and popped.
4.
It’s always ‘people I once knew’ and never the long time muse for the painting of a new personality. Validate the strumpet. Tell her she’s in strunt and that dirty mistresses only get sassafrass blooms on Saturn. Spinning missiles may drive into the missing document, but some things don’t mix well. Some arrows point only down.
You should practice staying close because the tide drags something fierce. You should fight the tide. You should ride the tide.
prose by sirenasilver
photography by emily kelly
Nats wrapped by holy fire and tinglebrush garland wreaths
Simple silver cloisters matching in size and tone. Cut cut
my heartbase out like an airfield neither above nor below ground.
Noise comes apart above my head in redsnap explosions, breathing heavy and believing will not make you understand. Breathing heavy and believing will make you lonely. Clumsy hiccups and aloof legs, feet, and other novas
fall-- defeat your prisoners and prisms,
laploose and cozyburning, plummet and
sink.
Part three hundred and seventy four years ago,
a star was born, barracudaed with backless slap shackles.
The sold hole dribbles in agreement by the
yawn credential servant plow.
Foam throws up equations
into the live sun, oranges and a perfect warrior.
Majestic piercing swan, concrete image.
The tree with aerial roots, split-level parks, and guard lions.
think?
I burn your buttons, I sew your hand. Unhappy smile centuries
build epiphanies and grape icecone delete.
Need navy waves obstruct obsidian wives, and frequency.
Slow down pick up pace tear the sky in two. Bloated silvers move
plank supply, clean white eyelids lunate.
Rubbed curves current wind in torn rose-wood color.
Glass hills cover chairs neighboring (mountains).
Don’t tilt too far into the bowl of wolverines and lilacs mercy.
inn?
A child like him
folds like a blanket
when he’s cold in the dome.
Jet black ink tides
on the stitched flower organ.
A child like him holds the
eyes older than the broken
lilac mold.
Crouching like a crow
on the rocks
shivering
paralyzed
What could have
brought me to this low
outlined in blue yarn
shaded with shadows.
A child like him holds the
eyes higher than the flag.
A child like him
will break the sound pole.
let people thirst for disgraceful atmosphere (trinkets, brazed bee medallion) happy face to the sun, the quiet (told told told, fold fold fold) dating keeps going towards banjo whippings (homemade donations from the money launders) what burrow are the gone? (Ask, repeat again for me) minute by minute break flower lightening heat flat world of borrowed things (upside) the awake (in--repositioned) from the beautiful artery baby bucket already jumped light, (in the crevice coroner)we will change if you lead. (a stream full of floating candles, water softened) every side cast counting later than average hymn against hymn, a cracked overture (bells pale orange free) dawning at the grove vital airs idol hanging hinges, swans, having lost my daisycutter (heavy company) heavy red aisle ancient traffic brazing time principle as cats, iced ridiculous, slowly stored unwashed fever of heart (i hate to interrupt your writing -- even to fuck you.) newbile weeds, elixirs, sobbing energy. (hollow tin hammers beating on rusted nails, half head cock) Horses, storms, lion skins rolling cottages for 25 cents. In both hands, there is a porcelain woman (sobbing green star, that’s all we ever do) calling both between cramps and mimicking (transcripts
(I just had a minute with white lights.)
Sedatives provocative something to reach your hawk hunt space I’m indevoure zulu translating voltage with the rage about em, but the building cant kill cool breeze the days and times shine magnet shebang, move-it-around-undeniable.
One for the trouble, two for the vase. Fly my dove and slug ANTE11. Crazy hitters thump undeniable. Shudder drop the jewel real echo-fill doing stop handplants stop me now Brooklyn.
Litanities for sale in an old woman’s front yard. Somewhere in the Farmer’s Hills, where cows are born to cheese, and waking snakes doesn’t make you a snake-waker. Too many Quakers to count, she said in my cereal. My remember bubbles are fading the ceiling, or the carpet, or the once lost art of rain continuing into rain.
The inside lives of cat suns and wonders, as the owner of the gettin’ store asks, “What’s the most you’ve ever lost in a coin toss?”
Alacazam! Triton smells like a pirate girl--entrenched in fluorescent bowls like flighty
goldfish.
Generously contributed by sirenasilver
my eyelashes are admiring
the hazy reflection drizzle (by)
Bombay pop and bamboo fiddlesticks.
christs, fights, and latch-stick watchtowers.
kites, Roman Candle pipes, and neither bridge is
folly.
this row found hero’s cliff rolling
and cigar smoked hum-lightly
when
there are various starry assessments
to be made about the
marrow-sharpened interludes
while the green soldier grips
pound grenades, treats the ground kindly,
and looses the wooing moon.
(pink cored lava clouds,
you’ll be in time.)
bump cat tick tack,
bumb cat arson attack
I…I….I…
(I.)
prying colors from my teeth
I sit, sparkle all over, with
my benched-thought trial
flung behind my back
when I gave up.
a large part of what the
pants must wear
is the cockrobbin.
checkered lock bobble,
capulary orange ornament
puckered jackrabbit,
(and the directional cashberries
sublimate without a sound.)
steamed windmills
and rubies procreating
singing, in the breeze.
by the knife, the wife
and the shallow-hearted trife,
groans, gallows, and gallops
away faster than the wind’s white horse
in fragments and pieces.
dictate to the ducktape the hallowbatted
informational, so we can
ghost, get, and fodder.
(chimes in her hair
turn into icicles
when she goes outside.)
The rays of lyres,
Melodic sun.
Another lazy day.
Whispers of laws to gain.
The letters across the trail.
Grumbling giant’s
stomp-earthquake.
(All eyes shining.)
sailing salience
wide sparkling kites
in the sky.
yellow sand saved
in small glass beakers
as you finish them.
rounded, signed, and sent
daffodils and Aloysius.
streams of laughter
brilliant quills of crystal.
shim-shimmer.
lay your paw upon his soul.
too much trust, Ben.
been going, going, gone.
wear the gleam right off his soul.
valley folded
wishes were trusted and barrels
bolster shame domino.
churning gears over
grassy dread’s death.
all aboard, going Inna
in an eternity
down and
stairs and children
coral flashes and calloused sounds.
pink. orange. red.
ribbed and veined
ribboned and sultitan Itan.
(thoughts for Elizabeth Fraser.)
gypsy violin wanders the mislabeled city,
tastes lip and first light.
movement of the red ribbon twirler
dancing for days.
cream spotted catacomb
hides stars and mirrors.
the man on the corner in the rocking chair
calls birds above chiangmai.
so happy to be noticed, they chirp
harp-dotted lullabies and join the arc of doves.
unified movement melts the sky,
hurt unraveled.
haunting voices and chill air
among fields of crystal.
dark bells whistle in the wind
through lonely fences and blue succumb stares.
we see you in you.
we speak as one,
to you, as you,
and us as
blind wild turquoise waves
grown, like you.
parataxis eyeisis white.
I am unsure of where
the ground stops
and I begin,
or turn,
and sapphire stripped ducklings
wander the
xylophoned ocean
pale purple clouds mix
sea and symphony.
fireworks explode overhead
like a forced passing spirit
midlances and sets the sun.
baby-blue pastel lifeweights
barter and bargain all over my
(repose in blue.)
boiling rain.
Shambles. Bone scrapes.
sequenced twirling streamers.
fiercely. Fiercer. Fleece can’t sleep.
backswords thunder.
Sheets of sonic silk.
confusion lilies.
vibrant pink pianos.
Symmetrical sap.
treasury three step.
totems from the Red-Sleeved Warr.
A whole flock of fair-pinned cranes.
side wise bubbles.
bamboo floors.
body peels, sheds, and sparks, glinting like sharpening steel.
static pleasure conductor,
want not blessings sings, silver slings, or marbled images.
ever after, ever always, never shedding halting hot.
arousal sounds stir and sleep and ask
topples towers, such and moated
piano keys stomp and pretend to run
ill climb aboard
trust the window reflection in the slow motion train
finger exercises are over
moonlight guiding our hands,
moment, ground break, dishes fall and shatter on the tile floor
and purr
trilled laughter behind a white fence
bucked truck, but cheek only twelve.
i want a soaked picture to remember this by
imagining, daydreaming, fortune telling, and riding
ladder rungs
of haste
suicide bombers and flower pedals
comparisons have been made
by mounds, gods, and round hobbled trounce
cursive letters written in the sky
doodling into meaning, then yelling,
“graces golden glory mountains high!”
