Tim Barrus Blog
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Chopping Wood In Winter
I nagged him to death last summer.
“I would start chopping now. Do you know how much wood we use in any given winter.”
I knew this: you could chop eight hours a day for six months and still, you will run out of wood. In winter.
Winter is about…
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That Cannot Fly
Tim Barrus: NYT
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/12/07/science/climate-change-mass-extinction.html?comments#permid=29671723
It would be simply far too easy to wrap it up with the idea that the human animal as a species went extinct because the species itself is extraordinarily stupid. When many species of birds becomes ill, and they end up fouling the nest, it is…
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THE AIR AROUND HIM IS STRANGE
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#poetry
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dancing in our underpants
dancing in our underpants
i answered the downstairs buzz
in my underpants
delivery
would i sign
i would do
more than
sign///
pornographic
sign the obscene
stories among
themselves
in porn, the word
themselves is code
for wanking
off he was doing
it for a fee/
and making actual
deliveries…
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parking lot
cops never seemed
2 cum here
it was an
ordinary parking lot
in fact, we called it
THE parking lot
where the tricks’
came in waves
the mortal moon
let me steal this
moment from you
now
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The Species Is a Cult of Varying Tribal-like Mini-Cults It’s Cave Versus Cave, DNA fingerprints Inside Your Teeth
at first, you were kinda
like a puppy and we knew
what to do to the likes
of puppies who needed
to please
in waterfalls in dancing
in my mouth
having tasted you
in languages
too old
to speak
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I DID NOT LEAVE YOU, YOU LEFT ME
IT WAS LIKE THE HAPPY HOUR LIVING WITH YOU
ALWAYS CONFIDENT
ALWAYS NEVER ALWAYS SAD OR JUST DRINK
THE SIX PACK AND THAT’S WHEN YOU SLIDE
TO THE FLOOR WE DIDN’T PLAY THIS ONE RIGHT
YOUR CHEERINESS WAS FAKE BUT MY REALITY
SPELLED REALITY AND YOU WERE NEVER GOOD
AT…
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lions everywhere
colored stones held the walls up
you tore the garments off
your bones falling like a clock
your two beloved sons and
then the lamp went out
and i had to close my eyes
to remember where the lions were
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you came over on the train
but I was packing
packing was always
ominous to you so
many people in your
left forever right
after packing, pack it,
pack it all up
like gravity in a
shoe box
you could not
believe i was going
because you had
not noticed anything
wrong what is wrong
i…
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drifting from them
this is for you, you little shit
johnny go lightly was listening
this was most unusual
even as you were drifting from them
you were reaching out
as well
but the forced
sophistication and the loudbarrier
i said the loudbarrier how can anyone
get past all the noise protecting you…