Tim Barrus Blog
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Sail On
life has this habit
of doing what it
has done before
round and round
but beware
there will be detours
sail on
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Your Hands And Your Heart
i stole your insufferable wings/ dragging your heart through the ashes of my stars/ your hospital rooms on an empty china plate/ i would write your life, but plastic roses will not do/
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All The People You Are Bowing To
this tongue in blue scraped along the landscape of the rougher moons/ memories of the wolves who have fed from here/ sleeping naked in the autumn leaves, you always did scare the fuck out of them/
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An Assumed Name
i never used my real name doing sex work, it wasn’t difficult becoming him, a withdrawal from reality and sleep among the tricks and the travelers who are your fathers and your brothers and your husbands and your sons, your friends and the people you work with and the people…
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Naked On the Internet
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i always saw you as a prisoner in the striped pajamas/ more uniform than pajamas/ my own skin was no camouflage nudity my cock was always hard/ your blue was sheer obfuscation, not melancholy/ it had you by the throat/ slightly gaping, we both fucked the same sailors on the…
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When They Realize
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when they realize that life is a fight for it/ all of life is a fight for all of it/ or whatever rush of it they can get a hold of and grab/ all you need are fists/ when they realize that i have survived most of what they continue…
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Having Lived With You
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having lived with you/ for so many years, i kinda knew what it was you wanted/ what it was you liked/ in that orchestration of a silent language and other things tongues are for/ the darker planets of your delicious bed/ how sharply in it, your cistern just beyond those…
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You Wanted To Eat My Hole
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you wanted to eat my hole
turning tricks on the street
in the rain usually meant
someone sucking cock usually
in the backseat of a car
the one that drove twenty
times around the block
and it was too cold for
your tongue in my shit hole
so i told…
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bikerfuck
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like the parking lot chimera you
were
you’d only fuck me on the bike
in public
it was the winter of
the recent deaths, burning my
hole
in the growling of the
emptiness schoolboys with
cigarettes watching
and
pretending a degree of indifference
if you
are so i-do-not-care
then, why…
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Running From the Past
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stop pushing me
my running from the past
is mine
your insistence that
i not run from the past
is abuse you are an abuser
who relishes seeing people
in pain and then you write
about them and you spit
in their mouths
i don’t give a flying fuck
if…