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you’re beyond the stretch of your failing fingertips even though your want gazes up through the links that enslave you ripping and binding stories to your mind binding them so tight they can’t escape through your lips and no one knows you have nothing anymore but your nightly company turning daily and didn't your dad say he didn't want you in bad company but this isn't what he meant so leave it be and let you do because here you are nursing bit by bit the rusted skeletons that are the only things that can flee through the bars that keep your chest from caving in onto itself and bleeding from the depths of arms you believe will loosen their hold only if you explore their contents over

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The Prisoner's Constraint

A poem using no ascenders or descenders (b, d, f, g, h, j, k, l, p, t and y)



no anxiousness 
in our seen semiconscious, 
even as an over numerous
reconnaissance.

as we raise our consciousness 
in a near cosmic canvas
we converse, 
use um... excessive exercise

as a 
worn worm won 
a circumcision. 

moreover i see raccoons as mimes
as viruses ooze over an enormous unicorn
in a universe unseen.

we murmur as women
never rise or crow in unison.
we
occur
in
music

I'm artistic

The Whole Thing Is A Mess

She left her house for five minutes to buy a box of saltines and now she's back and there it is. Pure mess. Ugly and twisted, kind of like the little piece of Voldemort that was living inside of Harry (when Harry died but not really and chilled out with Dumbledore in the end because you don't just kill off Dumbledore). But it's definitely something with no soul.

Perfectly frigid.

She doesn't really want to touch it and she certainly doesn't want to see it, so she throws a blanket on top of it. The one her ex man-boyfriend-plaything had given her. Cause it's smelly anyways. And she doesn't want it.

Now she has to walk past it every day to and from her work at the Jewish Community Center. She isn't really Jewish, and it isn't really a community center, so it works out ok. She calls it the Jewish Community Center JAIL. A nine to five JAIL. Covered in blankets. Cause she's bad at cleaning up messes. And she has had a lot of ex man-boyfriend-playthings. So it works out ok.

 Her job isn't fun. She sits at a desk and talks to people about what activities the JAIL offers. Then she checks if they're Jewish. Most of them aren't. But she lets them in anyways because maybe something interesting will come of it.

She's bored. She turns in her swively chair, brown hair getting caught in her mouth. And in front of her is a blanket.

So she peeks, cause she can't remember what she had covered up before. And there was no mess. Only a sheet of paper.

And it said, "The Whole Thing Was A Mess"