Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with Tim-Barrus-poetry
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Tim Barrus: What’s That Sound
The one who was staring at you wears a chain of dog’s teeth.
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Tim Barrus: The Wind and Dust Kick Up
The wind and dust kicked up. Deeper planets than just hate. But hate is what drives Homo sapiens. Sorrow and desire defines most men.
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Tim Barrus: The Rich Old White Men Are Slithering Toward What They Love Most. War.
The dirt is one thing. A tarantula another. A cosmic slipping up the mud for miles. Your wings against the storms. In abundance shrinks from the tangles Homo sapiens have made. The dirt and her roses hungry in a moonlight of swimming in the lake alone. The sand biting at…
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Tim Barrus: Cry Don’t Cry
Indoors the void. The cunt’s tide she rules like a kingdom, but indoors, there is just an oil lamp who makes light for some strange thing in broken sleep. She reaches for the pretense of my soul, I do not have one, being a witch and all, the devil’s anger…
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When the Bars Close
the whole structure whose monotonous long sleeps thief your bike was on the front porch
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THESE APPALACHIAN HILLS
ginger is never here/ he tends bar in asheville, and he’s a drug dealer/ like i give a shit/ people make their own decisions/ consequences come and go/ he’s a great fuck, and we spent two weeks here a long time ago/ appalachia is about many things/ a long time…
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Under Those Dark Barren Stars of Straw
under those dark barren stars of straw which one of you is ever really alone you are never alone or stand in apprehension living less than the dead with their machines whose tongues amid the slim partitions through open windows your famished sheets still feast upon and those light asswipe…