Poetry

By the-real-jaw

 

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The Parasite Pities Its Host

By the-real-jaw on Thu, 20 Dec 2018

Poem
Certificate PG

The Freshness of the First and Foremost of the Finest of the Lines

By the-real-jaw on Thu, 20 Dec 2018

All philosophies condense to a line, with time, and all songs dwindle to a single sooty melody and even if you sawed the locks off your senses even...
Poem
Certificate 12

god's mess

By the-real-jaw on Fri, 21 Dec 2018

I stepped into my shadow I sank into the techno hole edged by neon fronds against a blood-red sky under the falling beating of the Great Hammered One...
Surreal
Poem
Certificate U

dust keys

By the-real-jaw on Sun, 23 Dec 2018

Love
Poem
Certificate 12

manic epiphany in new york city

By the-real-jaw on Sun, 23 Dec 2018

deep in the shining circulatory system of this sexless giant, she has found that reality is a thirty-four dimensional version of the moebius strip:...
Surreal
Poem
Certificate PG

existing in theory

By the-real-jaw on Sun, 23 Dec 2018

the boy who never climbed down to define himself became a man who can’t make words explain who can’t make even a comma exclaim who turns in place one...
Poem
Certificate U

The Chief Managing Director Has a Few Requests

By the-real-jaw on Sun, 23 Dec 2018

I I want a dirtier sunset with tar and molten waste Got it? Give me sewer pipes that spew and rusty black scaffolding dewed with distillate of...
Surreal
Poem
Certificate 18

Death's Daughter (I)

By the-real-jaw on Thu, 27 Dec 2018

I pilgrimaged to see her titanic head floating against a skyline of shampoo bottles, then swam up through black hair and climbed into her ear. A...
Love
Poem
Certificate PG

going up

By the-real-jaw on Sat, 29 Dec 2018

in broken water trees bend until their knees touch the ground above the blazing and the bloody crown of the day fading in the city’s glass flanks...
Surreal
Poem
Certificate PG

cradled over cold rails into the 21st century

By the-real-jaw on Sat, 29 Dec 2018

Hello, I’m Stef-Stef Whacket, and I come from your planet, just another sperm walking this flooded toilet, frankensteined from genetic alphabet and...
Surreal
Poem
Certificate 18

check reality

By the-real-jaw on Sat, 29 Dec 2018

I’ve been up days talking god down from his tree, scraping my skullsides for more sky, and now, eating beans from the tin, I await dawn,...
Journal
Poem
Certificate PG
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dancing in a cage wheeled through a forest of eyes

By the-real-jaw on Wed, 02 Jan 2019

Outdoors the air is hostile and nervy, it bothers glam willows and the swan navy, and me, a slug hunched in a shell jacket, haunting the canal and...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

no more poems

By the-real-jaw on Sat, 05 Jan 2019

I Stefan White, 30, semi-husband, dishwasher, and nightguarder, sometime exultant worder, highgummed hypercritic, and microscopic king of nothing,...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 18

help

By the-real-jaw on Sat, 05 Jan 2019

I would leap any height to impress you, throw every word I know at you, insinuate virtues and devalue worlds, all so I can bask in my own...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

homeward

By the-real-jaw on Sat, 05 Jan 2019

It’s as if every word I write were a step in the massive journey toward myself, but not necessarily in the right direction. In the long hunt for...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

O O

By the-real-jaw on Sun, 06 Jan 2019

way back at the beginning of time all reality except us was a cold corporate hallway and her body was my daily bread we made the trees shout before...
Romance
Poem
Certificate 15

you

By the-real-jaw on Tue, 08 Jan 2019

okay let’s see you’re in debt your significant other left you for a profile pic you feel most alive when you’re on drugs I know you you failed the...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 15
Cherry

the way out

By the-real-jaw on Tue, 08 Jan 2019

And I do, solemnly, with these words, on this 330th day of January, restore myself. The burned and frozen me. The sore uneternal hairy me. The wormy...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

mantra for learning to write

By the-real-jaw on Fri, 11 Jan 2019

I see myself seeing. I hear myself hearing. I feel myself feeling. Why? To see sounds. To feel smells. To hear feelings. To taste sight.
Philosophy
Poem
Certificate U

growing down

By the-real-jaw on Sat, 12 Jan 2019

I scorned myself to pieces, turned against the sun, denied the moon, and tossed us in the trash, convinced it was pressing and necessary to say NO,...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

Death's Daughter (II)

By the-real-jaw on Sat, 12 Jan 2019

I married my favourite audience, a Victorian ghost with charcoaled eyes, all black skirts and sad classical music, and put her to bed for a year. I...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 15
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Death's Daughter (III)

By the-real-jaw on Wed, 16 Jan 2019

It seemed she’d outsmarted madness, then one twilight she disrobed to greet the Lord— as a favor to me, she did not look into His ravening face. But...
Love
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 15

and the problem is

By the-real-jaw on Wed, 16 Jan 2019

nevermind it’s all caved in and I just don’t want to restore the walls again I would rather be rained on aware that once I leave this rotting palace...
Surreal
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate PG
Cherry
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Rise and Fall of the One-Man Empire

By the-real-jaw on Fri, 18 Jan 2019

I unsolved a few mysteries (a good night’s work) then strutted the morning streets with a candle in my head, half-believing that everyone was...
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 15
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To the Woman in Pursuit

By the-real-jaw on Fri, 25 Jan 2019

be careful what you ask of me: I deify the street at dawn tearstricken and pull down statues but only my own and honestly just the way you look at a...
Love
Poem
Certificate 12

Death's Daughter (epilogue)

By the-real-jaw on Mon, 28 Jan 2019

The phone. She was crying, unsure who she was or what she knew. God had stopped dropping in for tea. She had flown to her preacher dad, who bolted...
Love
Poem
Certificate 15

Some Days Even Water Gives Me a Hangover

By the-real-jaw on Mon, 28 Jan 2019

but here I lean swigging black beer listening to colleagues diss cocaine and curse and reminisce about the binges of yore every drink hardens my...
Opinion
Poem
Certificate 15