Julian

childhood is a dog and pony show

i no longer listen to them much beyond what they do inside their skins i do not seek answers there are none that work the whole dog and pony show we call childhood are answers that are not answers they are pre- programmed stereotypes in pink times ten and in…

they have all arrived

waving words and wands what terrible days nostalgia makes for loverboys who ask you to hurt them and when you refuse you tell them (as patiently as you can) that it’s the other way around and you will not hurt this one or this one or this one because by…

the grinding gods

et dans cet abandon dix fois tout voyage implique un mouvement nous supposons gonflé de but certains d’entre nous sont simplement debout gelé au sol où le patrimoine est un chien errant parti faim et boite loin de les dieux broyeurs dont stationnaires ailes colorées en jaune par la nicotine…

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…

After Wandering

after wandering some through America, land of the umbilical alone, you begin to see fungal family graveyards infected in a different light people just staring at the rain in a parking lot cuz they were in it https://timbarrusart.tumblr.com

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 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…

feeding the lion

it’s like feeding the lion the ferocity of bone/ there are no other beds for him to sleep in/ his brother’s cock is a hardening of the weight he carries in the gravitas of the secret whips he knows he cannot speak to or for or of/ thin-framed and the…

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…

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

dazzled or enough

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The Nights At Large

where some eternal blue glistens and snarling hauls its streets with the lips of whores hey bigboy gotta cigarette and you woke up there too exhausted to sleep among the stars or slices of the sun the concrete sidewalk had been jabbed into your mouth of boots where no half-broken…

leaving you

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1933

when death is best

you split

the proper perspective through silence and then to be pulled away naked by the guards in fields you split into the wet wounds a death of fences https://timbarrus.tumblr.com/

steps worn in autumn’s light

steps laid out flat by leaves of oaks and too many children up and down commissioned with troubles from beyond the horrors of their families who says families are sacred families must be watched by watchmen ready to snatch the damaged from the damaged if i am carried by rags…

THE CAMERA SEES THROUGH YOU

the camera sees through you because the camera does not take photographs by itself it needs you it sees through you it uses you it needs you to pick it up it is only through you that the camera has any meaning or relevance at all it is through your…

writ large

writ large scorched the you at every level your fingers on my tit tracing my hardly private sorrows i make a mockery of the habits of the sun lean and watch i am taking photographic evidence and writing poetry that takes sides that takes sides https://medium.com/@timotheebarrus

dragged into the privacy of his smallness

mixed messages deep within the hole the lot of us live in where our real selves are like piano keys that get played inventing and reinventing our ragged perches up here in the branches with the crows https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

All The People You Are Bowing To

this tongue in blue scraped along the landscape of the rougher moons/ memories of the wolves who have fed from here/ sleeping naked in the autumn leaves, you always did scare the fuck out of them/ https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

INTERVIEWS WITH BOYS WHO DO SEX WORK

As I interview these kids, there is an undercurrent of arrogance – it is the arrogance of truth speaking to power – and it says you put me here and here I am so don’t you dare whip me with your morality because I know for a fact you have…