There’s Always a Dialogue Behind Those Eyes

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Fishing Distancing

Like. Totally. Staged. https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

already patching memories

like a roof that leaks fixed with duck tape and bones spinning and dripping and waiting for the test results/

the photography is a sketch

the sketches they make of the boats out on the lake do not reflect the lake/ the lake as they know it is something they can jump in/ naked, of course/ even in the rain/ and they will go on falling and failing and flipping everyone they know the bird/…

Quarantined Boys

#Does that mean sex, too.” #Sex, too,” I explained. “It’s just another virus, not at all unlike the one you have.” There was a long silence among the boys. One disease could take more than we thought we could handle. Two was an abstraction. We do get out at night.…

Smash Street Takes Sex Ed on the Road

The Smash Street Boys have created their own sex-ed class because they contend that adults give out too much misinformation, and they say adults think kids are too stupid to understand what is being left out. So they invented their own curriculum that is based on questions and dialogues all…

This Is What Anxiety Looks Like On Its Way To Outer Space

this is what anxiety looks like on its way to outer space/ it bounces off and then consumes the room/ any room/ you could rip your heart out, and then leap into the snow/ even your bones are clenched/ your butt hole went metallic years ago/ the pacing has worn…

And I am Here to Tell You

today, sunspots appeared when you go whizzing by tender in the shadows/ the horror of your existence will not die in a legion of soldierships where the seal you have tightened up so you might live between what souls have seen as their assignment beginning with how you died at…

Memory’s Machine

the two of them could be silent as a blackboard/ i no longer know what it means to simply be/ their history is one of burning bones and whipped and a cigarette of fiery scars you cannot see/ who could do that to a child stop asking me that question…

Julian

Not Everyone Loves Social Media

Whenever Jacob finds his image in the art of his buddies, or even in his own art, he vigorously rubs it out. Sometimes he cuts off his head. Other times, paints over, or he just uses permanent market to blot himself out. If you were a kid who has been…

your clandestine appearances

you are if nothing else. consistent. the modified us asked you to stop coming around and sucking out the ideas we have in our heads. leave us alone to do our art. but. no. your world is still, and clear. and. mean. there are some. precious things. you will never…

What Gets Televised

i work with adolescents who bitch a lot (they would like to burn the planet down) they’re always complaining about how insufferable mainstream media is it’s all about content that sucks cock/ okay/ then, make the kind of content you want to see/ write the kind of books you want…

Mainly The Lot of Us Are Puppets

pretending no one pulls our fucking strings we cannot be manipulated baby, you are so manipulated your spcks glow

SomeNightsSlipping

pretending no one and nothingcan pull your puppet stringsyou, stumbling on bridges, you a moving target look at whathappened to us, the skygrew dark the skygrew light, the sky despite our farburning flame of delusionaldream palaces free of strings

the bullies who live in toilets

we speak to bullying and abuse on playgrounds, on sidewalks, on the bus, but we do not speak to bullying and abuse that occurs in toilets because we are ashamed/ teachers are afraid and bullying is rampant even if the media has refocused on different parts of the news cycle,…

the lone and narrowing

the lone and narrowing but now your left breast down to fatal wreckage behind the blur of cancer’s tomb you were at risk because the other one hiv has disowned diseased outcomes deep-buried and banished to the marrow’s snow whose frigid hands grab us all seeing as the sun has…

and hovering

i belong in that  place with the sacks of seed spilled upon the fallow ground salted with milkweed and armed with cameras and hovering

Tim Barrus in the New York Times

AT NIGHT, THEY PACE you were sleeping and I would sculpt your naked body with the contours of my tongue/ you were that flawless carnal bleeding from your hole/ the inside of my mouth was eros drowned in blood/ in the cold hours of the night, you were awake and…

Tim Barrus in the New York Times

We begin this video in a graveyard. We end the writing part of this in the same graveyard. You will not get it. But then, we don’t make jack shit for you. So what IS mainstream art. The video (above) has no name. It has no stars. It has no…

he’s feeling you up in public and you like it

his hand will be squeezing my ass often on the long road home leaving me silently incredulous because it’s such overt flirtation no one thinks of him as someone who would do this, he is held in such regard i say nothing, pretending not to notice his fingers pushing against…

holding me up

in the war against boys, first you cut off their legs/ well, i am ill, but i’m not dead/ and i don’t know which of those i prefer because that limb which i have lost, well it was the only thing holding me up, holding me up/ https://timbarrusart.tumblr.com

2 Straight Boys Hungry As a Straining Rope

the camera speaks because that is what it is designed to do/ digging down past the edges deep/ turf or the boundary lines kinda fade away/ they are almost scared/ the disingenuous would call it new horizons/ actually, what straight males fear the most is shit/ the land of the…

le crib

from above we see…