Tim Barrus Blog
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what more can they take away
now it made sense that no one would touch you everyone was afraid I was afraid not afraid i would catch it because i already had it but because your skin might disintegrate and i would have to lick you from my fingers as if you were a birthday cake…
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what more can they take away
when I was naked and riding tigers arrogantly around your house silent and unhurried nightbound roads I took you to the carnival you were withholding even then unbind my tongue thin curtains candle wax and worn a startling receptivity to omens your opalescent asshole reconstructed crimes among the glances words…
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time in appalachia
time in appalachia defies gravity in the aftermath of silence/ you, mister night watchman/ the gulley is filled with old refrigerators/ even your lips were cold/ appalachia will blind you, boy/ the blue ridge lightning bugs are bone and yellow/ just like your forever eyes when your wings are gone/… -
a semblance of sorrowing
a semblance of sorrowing was the cage you built to keep us enclosed from the seasons and the snow/ i’m in the backseat of the jeep with the empty potato chip bags on the floor and the cookie crumbs/ you drove all night/ in the morning there was fog, and…
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the timekeeper
you and your adolescent wandering/ all the dark places and that lurid glare/ your river stories/ the villages are always deserted/ your age was that summer a jury/ morning snowstorms and we just went back to bed/ the virile ivory in the temples of taboo perceives the shipwreck and the…
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post-card nomadic
first-one features the camera will come on again dragging out revenge to some stupefied consensus i used to take you to all the shoots pizza for breakfast you were hungover from the night before you called me a post-card nomadic i have been called worse limited access studio shoots are…
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You Still Have Your Neck Pillow On
the lonely demon flicker of your smile whiskey boy mountain corn field sweat clings to you sawdust bedded good morning little bitch your life coiled back into the past when you were hungry and always the young grass bent and the spring grew ripe https://medium.com/@timotheebarrus/i-opened-my-eyes-80939561c66a -
Name Me One Person
name me one person who could catch up to him allowing the thin rays of autumn’s sun, he can completely vanish and has slept late escorted into a dark pilgrimage of four years times ten and all the tin cups to it, appalachia boy rags and patches bony shoulders socks…
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Violence Against Sex Workers
Kirk is quite typical for a seventeen-year-old except for one thing. He does sex work to survive. One in five police reports of sexual assault from an urban, U.S. emergency room were filed by sex workers. Sex workers were younger, poorer and suffered a greater number of injuries than other…
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Vous l’avez fait
J’accuse Vous l’avez fait Tu m’as tué Avec ton amour Avec ta bite Avec votre Langue Dans mon Trou Vous avez rempli Moi avec Ton sperme Que je Merde Dans votre Bouche Vous l’avez fait