jukebox hymns
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Sonia Bartlett, 2011TRANSCRIPT
jukebox hymns
sonia sonia bartlettxxxxxx
applause break
The inevitable absence of light
that nests within the marrow
The great conductor
wrap your bones in glass
The great projector
wrap your skin in ash
The watts will summon a fire
The velvet will always fall
untitled transition
All my secrets lay beneath hidden in the leaves
in my dark green dreams,
nesting in my ribs,
bursting at the seams.
Imploding in vanity.
Exhausting the days.
Peeling off the porcelain chips
in from the depths of this stall,
I purged out my tinsel chains,
and gazed upon fluorescent whispers
carved within these walls.
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another porcelain road map
Once the snow banks (dis)integrate,Once the gum drops levitate (into neon realms)Blooming limes will dive below warmthAnd rusted petals will blanket the concrete awaiting sleepI will liein a state between the rise and the setThese porcelain fingers will not restCarved in every print is the outline of your faceThe outline that I’ve etched in every cave...I know you like those bestAnd this has nothing to do with dissatisfaction’s or regretBut the tips of my hands crave the bridge of your nose,the crease in your lips and the edge of your bones.
Sitting beneath this flaking canopy in the year end rotI miss tracing the outline of your face,and the stillness that it brought.
math class is a dangerous place for a 17 16 year old girl
Plunged into a cheek in hand haze
Double glazed
Burnt silk ribbons snapping around my thighs
Steamed soles
Ash covered toes
We were better off twirling a blushing waltz
under that rusted school desk
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quilt
I
want to
F e e e e e l
my your 1.lips 2.jaw 3.lungs 4.ribs 5.knuckles 6.hips7.body
B R E A
K
beneath
your my bOnes.
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My greatest enjoyment is when you’re unconscious
He numbers my ribs before he rests
I letter the drips within his chest
And during his escape to that green screen test
I wake to plant exotic whispers
And fragrant kisses
In the depths of his neck
another scratched record for the pile.
crumpled and caked whispers on laminate tiletied into a jukebox hymnnew wave whaling’sconducting my corechorus container sealing soprano sorrows& voodoo victors defrost to detonate a pitch strained
off key
burnt retina
you ran east west-
the bronze tan on your thigh
showed four of your foreign addresses
in a box within a chest-
I found a kodachrome sleave
where the frost beams from my window illuminated
the paleness of your flesh
- you ran west
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your pride, my devotion
I’d ink my flesh with the blood of your flag
And devour the tar your sins left behind
Knit knitting
Knot knotting
Arteries intertwined
This anthem will mutilate any limbs with false pride.
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yuletide ceremony
December skies should be left asideto ready our nests for tempest rime
Ascending, Aspartame Gods germinate mortal shrinesno frosted window or leather purse is left behind pine trees, disco balls, resurrections and alcohol - the new beginning survival kitto accessorize the new dawn’s outfit unworthy of this coil in the glow of city lights and television homes I, with delicacyshall lay this tongue of mine upon a pole like throne in hopes I chill and wake in Aprils morning dew.
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drift in nowhererift in whereif in herei in her