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Posts tagged with Tim-Barrus-Poetry
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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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Against the Bitter Season
you stand alone juxtaposed against infinity as you titty suck the married men off splitting you torn apart in parking lots back seats old dirt roads the clawing ditches corners shadows dust and salt and motels drained and dry as rats for food and staring at the wall/ but you…
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Tim Barrus: Tied Tight In Your Skin
we cum here with our work/ we call it the hot seat because that is where the poets among us, which means everyone, arrive to sit and read their work/ and it is work, often, it is a lot of work, we see poets in the context of a naked…
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Billy Joe’s Bridge
this is the bridge billie joe maccallister jumped from/ it is entirely legal to smoke dope under this sacred bridge/ or so people i know claim/ they could be wrong/ they are wrong a lot/ they are not lawyers/ beware of following their legal advice/ do i appear to be…
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DRIVING THE TIME MACHINE
look, it’s a truck, the only time i am allowed in their private world – or for that matter any adult is allowed in their private world – is when i am driving the time machine/ their beds were dragged up to the roof where they sleep in a time…
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metronome
a tell all told 2 cover the lies unpeeled/ earthen swells that are the graves in delicate balance with waiting and waiting and waiting/ the novelty has worn thin/ there is no sun today/ there are only voices collected like a metronome/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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Dying Alone
his wings in the jagged glass shadows have been clipped hideously/ they say sedation is this empty vacuum where you are not conscious/ this is a lie/ get used to it/ they’re going to lie to you and force feed you murmuring the dark selves songs/ curling discontent, you hear,…
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Dorm
i would sit in the dormroom chair, it was not comfortable/ watching you masturbate/ we never talked about it/ we avoided it/ never exloring our own roles and participation in it/ that fire sale was not extinguished/ i no longer sit in the dormroom chair watching you masturbate/ sometimes, we…
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Toilets of Appalachia
the truck stop down the highway from the coal mine used to buzzsaw with the traction of the action/ today, it’s kinda like getting fucked in the ass in a graveyard/ the walls of the toilets are a literary subterfuge/ call joey has been dead for twenty years/ people still…
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The Crows of Candybar Town
the crows from around here are all from candybar town/ they never sweep the floor or make their beds on the front porch/ the crows sing songs from the seychelles in french/ their lives on the ground in crumbs runs outward, sideways, then up to the tops of trees/ they…
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From Day One
from day one he has flown his flag/ it is usually a flag resembling surrender which is never surrender it is more like another declaration of war/ with his orders of this blood-soaked field, the skeletons have never needed god or jerusalem or everything to become clear in a great…
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kitchenette
brittle things with blood your kitchenette your travels involving multiple parties https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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The Family Ate the Family Dog
the family ate the family dog appalachia is unconditional surrender replacement parts and arguments poverty and the truck shop passing through the bedroom window swallowed by the cardboard that has replaced what glass is left school bus in the morning frost of growling smoke pickled meats and vomit, dark corridors,…
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Ginger’s Pasture
when old ned died, we had to drag the horse’s body with a tractor to a pit i had spent a day digging/ i had loved that horse, and could not shake the feeling that we were hurting him by dragging his dead weight with a rope tied around his…
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A Safe Place to Learn Almost Seems Like MoreThan We Know How To Do
rock it like a candle and the blowing out from screams covered as most screams are by dust Rock it like a candle and the blowing out the earth in seconds and you can watch them all naked as a cat knows sleep rock it like a candle and the…
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his mouth is mute
his mouth is mute the fencing between us like the land of famished dust on the cellar stairs all winter long morning in the woods disguised in hoods the longitude of knowing how fractured grief is buried in the voiceless ground https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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if night should come
if night should come to find us in fields the harvest will die in shallows face to face in the quiet dawns turning us away from sleep/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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Naked On the Internet
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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I Was Focused on Autumn’s Cumming
i was focused on autumn’s cumming when that time of death and frost ejaculated in my mouth autumn itself was arrogant with the bitter days riding ponies through the shadows of woods fallen away and split with slashes of red freezing on my many hungry tongues and traveling road trips…