no poetry

there is no poetry
to this
things attatch
release. touch. bounce.
this is not what
you were looking for
something else. your glasses. love.
it is not
and there is none
everything is yours

voro

cool drops the air
into an august night
after the heat has slung
hazes across heads
shucked dust around feet
in the crucible of day

press my lips against
their sweaty little skulls
i have to close my eyes because
it hurts
i cannot hold all of this at once
this fervor

i could never get my fill
with eyes, with hands
i have always fought the ache
to crush them in my arms
the desire to just eat them

in their first summer
the soft metallic taste of each
of my babies

Same Church

SCDD
Originally uploaded by Gaffer.

i sit
on my hands
holding my heart
my red, red heart
and each stain of glass
asks the questions

clear-cut
red
clean cut
heart
clean break
glass

i sink
to my knees
holding my breath
my soft, soft breath
and the spider in the corner
knows the answers

-tara bradley, on the mysterious red panes and the old spider in the corner.

Edge of the World

She will come for me
On feathered wings
Tomorrow she will rip through blue
Among angelic screams
She will come

I, with head in hands
Shall wait
Naked, silent
On the edge of the world
For tomorrow she will come for me

not significant

Viagra squeezy toy
Originally uploaded by Simon Willison.

Pfizer has announced that they will
change the package labeling on the erectile dysfunction
drug, Viagra
after learning that some men suffered
a loss of
vision after taking the drug.

“This is not significant”, commented the Pfizer spokesperson.



ohh! i TOLD you you’d go blind!




-Tara Przybille

The Obscure Exalted

you are the moth, not the powdered
gem tone eye
shadowed
moth.
only
the gray, insipid
moth
though you have swallowed the
tears of subway
riders. have swallowed your own tears
because no one has
noticed.
here is the moon on black sky
not a hole to
climb through. you are not
destined to be birthed
through night’s
black scrolls
i have no
such illusions.
i am the moth
of black and white colors
of invisible sparkle
though i have
wanted
i never have
swallowed tears of anything
not even me


-Tara Przybille

Comparison

The Mother's
Originally uploaded by SavageWave.

In the beginning there was one. And lo, one became two...

The Child's
Originally uploaded by SavageWave.

When there were two, there became three. And lo, the third came from the one and the other, and became one in time.

Watery Light

.

in the filmy morning i
treat the light the way i would
treat your face, your scent,
your presence
if I were
brave enough






.