Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with poetry
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Because It Has Drawn Blood
because it has drawn blood i let you play because it has drawn blood you pushed the catheter in because it has drawn blood for a moment that core because it has drawn blood fed on rockweed seas because it has drawn blood and silences all memories of the dead…
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Your Parents Were Asleep In The Downstairs Bedroom
your parents were asleep/ in the downstairs bedroom we were upstairs through lucidity and the night of thorns/ mayhem unconstrained the milkman stairs groaning but never taking sides/ your midnight cock like oceans deep in the tearing evidence of blood diffused by carnage/ your parents downstairs/ unafraid https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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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…
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Someplace Else
all as frantic tongues by night less the depth of grief devours us like the past is just another dragon’s wrath and the parchment to write it on https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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The Sky Sags Over
all the healing youhave ever donefallen into the ruinsof a frailty of blueveins running palegloom times tenthrough you suckingcock careworn worthstealing all yourfaults rememberingsilence confined inyour choking on theshipwreck of his cum https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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how you fed me
you kept slipping quietly away while at the same time you keep saying more i hear you recklessly deserted me like rearranging furniture for better or for worse our actual experiences resisting there, too have their own price tags including your deep down gut secrets and I know them all…
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crystal
rimming shit hole riding ponies idiosyncratic fixations shipwreck washed up to sands upon the fetish shore it’s a pony and he loves you cultural dust keeps flashing whispers that life is a neon miracle and all this being down is indulgence go buy a new car go buy designer underpants…
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what more can they take away
now it made sense that no one would touch you everyone was afraid I was afraid not afraid i would catch it because i already had it but because your skin might disintegrate and i would have to lick you from my fingers as if you were a birthday cake…
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what more can they take away
when I was naked and riding tigers arrogantly around your house silent and unhurried nightbound roads I took you to the carnival you were withholding even then unbind my tongue thin curtains candle wax and worn a startling receptivity to omens your opalescent asshole reconstructed crimes among the glances words…
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time in appalachia
time in appalachia defies gravity in the aftermath of silence/ you, mister night watchman/ the gulley is filled with old refrigerators/ even your lips were cold/ appalachia will blind you, boy/ the blue ridge lightning bugs are bone and yellow/ just like your forever eyes when your wings are gone/…
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a semblance of sorrowing
a semblance of sorrowing was the cage you built to keep us enclosed from the seasons and the snow/ i’m in the backseat of the jeep with the empty potato chip bags on the floor and the cookie crumbs/ you drove all night/ in the morning there was fog, and…
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the timekeeper
you and your adolescent wandering/ all the dark places and that lurid glare/ your river stories/ the villages are always deserted/ your age was that summer a jury/ morning snowstorms and we just went back to bed/ the virile ivory in the temples of taboo perceives the shipwreck and the…
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post-card nomadic
first-one features the camera will come on again dragging out revenge to some stupefied consensus i used to take you to all the shoots pizza for breakfast you were hungover from the night before you called me a post-card nomadic i have been called worse limited access studio shoots are…
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Vous l’avez fait
J’accuse Vous l’avez fait Tu m’as tué Avec ton amour Avec ta bite Avec votre Langue Dans mon Trou Vous avez rempli Moi avec Ton sperme Que je Merde Dans votre Bouche Vous l’avez fait
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forty years of inflammation
avascular necrosis was just the beginning/ i am now a walking, talking spare parts car lot/ vavavoom/ i could barely walk this week, and ended up in another emergency room again and again/ besides the usual, this time, there was the heart/ they will stick probes into my heart and…
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It’s just business
every sunday morning here in appalachiaville they take a head count to see who’s in church and who’s not in fucking church religion in america and what is so intricate so entangling as death you numberless infinities your mouths are filled with dust the absurd in the depth of winter…
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we were intent on burning time into ashes
will i be arrested if i say i hate the fucking cops/ fuck cops/ that whole year, we were intent on burning time/ everything was ashes, the book of ashes, the culture cops are set to save/ all of it ashes, cops would like to bust the dead because the…
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u, the older 1
this time, the red chair, too/ stop telling me that is wasn’t your fault because it was/ plain and simple/ u lured the younger ones to go with u train-riding/ when the stupid people ask me what at-risk means, i just roll my eyes to the sky/ here’s what i…
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stop asking me
stop asking me if i like it/ stop asking me if it needs something, stupid boy, they all need something/ stop asking me about light/ what the fuck do i know about light/ light only is/ stop sacrificing my kingdoms of the dead with your hearts and flowers and sailboats…
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orphaned by the tide
in some place of sun/ the light spills dancing on your work/ the quick day is just an accent of bones and dust/ even the word work is more drainage than sweat but sweat, too/ i need room to think/ i need equivalent deserts of the sky in pain/ ripped…
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inmate
from what i have heard today, all the ships will arrive on time/ having to take a shit in front of us other inmates in the cell was a big problem for honeybunny because we liked to watch/ we made him spread his legs and you do, boy, whimper like…
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i do not remember making this but i supposed we did i don’t remember much past 2 days
the past guarantees nothing
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You Will Never Understand
you were managing a mammoth, high impact portfolio mister big shot couldn’t shoot his cum unless he paid me to beat him up
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i really love it and it’s making me money
the report is all verbatim our exit interview sucked dick given the same weight we are all acrobats
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your pain what pain your pain
he denied he was in pain i ignored the fuck out of him i did eat his ass out though his life was an animal of stealth but i could always smell his desire long before he arrived