Tim Barrus Blog
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and hovering
i belong in that place with the sacks of seed spilled upon the fallow ground salted with milkweed and armed with cameras and hovering
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dazzled or enough
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The Nights At Large
where some eternal blue glistens and snarling hauls its streets with the lips of whores hey bigboy gotta cigarette and you woke up there too exhausted to sleep among the stars or slices of the sun the concrete sidewalk had been jabbed into your mouth of boots where no half-broken…
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leaving you
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Tim Barrus in the New York Times
AT NIGHT, THEY PACE you were sleeping and I would sculpt your naked body with the contours of my tongue/ you were that flawless carnal bleeding from your hole/ the inside of my mouth was eros drowned in blood/ in the cold hours of the night, you were awake and…
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Tim Barrus in the New York Times
We begin this video in a graveyard. We end the writing part of this in the same graveyard. You will not get it. But then, we don’t make jack shit for you. So what IS mainstream art. The video (above) has no name. It has no stars. It has no… -
he’s feeling you up in public and you like it
his hand will be squeezing my ass often on the long road home leaving me silently incredulous because it’s such overt flirtation no one thinks of him as someone who would do this, he is held in such regard i say nothing, pretending not to notice his fingers pushing against…
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Put Your Tongue In My Mouth
his tongue was always a sort of ruins set apart from the cold or even from the rest of him his cock his eyes his hands his shit hole his hollow in the mountains where the crows live
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Wall of Arrows
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Tim Barrus in the New York Times
Up against the wall again. The New York Times is not telling the whole story. Trump claims to have seen soldiers on the ground. It is big news in Europe that this is a lie. But it’s not reported in America. Why does this matter in the bigger context of…