Tim Barrus Blog
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there is no hope in appalachia/
the next malicious fuck who tells me that it’s my job to be hopeful so i can pass that down to the kids i work with/ what does down mean/ like i am some hierarchal figure imbued with a protective paternalism/ that is disingenuous bullshit/ i know entire families who… -
they make me give these things titles
everyone on our street stays up late because I have no idea why but the light has vague bits of dreams to it/ the stuff of moons and dust and the disappearing of all the things we have left behind/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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Your Hand is Speaking to the Sun
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On Identity
This has explosive reamifications to a culture where identity itself is set in stone, cannot be moved, and defines you until the day you die, and even then, you are nothing more than quantum matter coming into focus and then out again. The human being itself playing the part of…
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what subservience demands
asylum/ we seek asylum/ this strange life keeps peeling from our sin/ our fall from grace, our searching for asylum as an act of war/ the sea and suffering/ our only poetry speaks of resistance to whatever subservience demands/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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your mouth of rain
we were the dead/ and we would be them, too/ our tongues had been silenced by our shame/ i would trace your face of pain with my finger sweeping down the rest of you like wet leaves i slide it in you knew you knew you knew i would with…
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where nothing moves to chase the sea
the only noise from him is an almost breathing/ an almost punishing sunlight swarming/ where nothing moves to chase the sea/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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a quiet emptiness
the rut of emptiness up to the broken hills/ ravages without variety amid the timid spilling of the stars at night/ clicking with the crickets all the sad way to a parking lot/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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the woods
they wanted 2 bulldoze it/ the walled-in white community of fat retiress wanted a full assult on the woods because branches and leaves blew up on their golf course yards/ then, the economy tanked/ the walled-in white community of fat retirees is broke/ the woods stands/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com -
I Want U2 Stay