http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/maggiepoems/poems from who i am hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/maggiepoems/218747wrestle me, bird, sing your tin song, beat me with your sticky feathers, bird bone, white and broken. i heat the place i lay, only there. poke my eyes, bird, but still yours will be vacant; when you die the gaping of your nostril will be home: worm, bug. claw me with those wizened brown clamps,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/maggiepoems/218367the wind tells my story tonight. Alone, it wraps itself inward and unwravels shrieking across the daunting silence. it pulls broken pieces and abandoned objects across empty streets. it pushes over trees, bowed, defeated. it bangs these windows and curls round the house like a ghostly serpent,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/maggiepoems/216013glitter snake and slimy trail, dying eye, slow to fail- wrestle in agony from the grasp, of each perfect scale. sucked clean and dry like bones of meat by your own tongue and tooth grooming yourself; you taste so sweet- no other bliss will do. only sweet, sweet, beautiful you. hooded ears flat on...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/maggiepoems/215597your voice hoarse and roaming climbs my lip, dwells in the dark lagoon, rises over the curve and soar, launches towards my eyes. you hold me with lashes tangled and pupils breathing. i rise in breast and bone and muscle i pull inward and then expand in a giant bloom, under your eyes and in your...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/maggiepoems/215011father you don't really see yourself in that soft word do you? father, feather, and you- swollen and picking, scabbed and sticking your large, nimble hands into secret, pink places. the leaden, molding belt that suffocated tiny, tiny faces. you, from such a good family, will not hear of such...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/maggiepoems/214761mother i'm not walking the fine bloody line- you can open your mouth and breathe i'll open mine and scream. don't hone those lidded small eyes at me i'm not the lizard on the rock hiding i'm nothing out in the open, dissapearing conspicously. how fair of me. i'll trade you a secret for a favor...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/maggiepoems/214446you can't please all of the people all of the time or even some of the people some of the time but that has never stopped the judgmentors from judging or the president from trying. the problem of an informed decision these days is the information isn't one book digested in a weeks time, over...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/maggiepoems/214039suburbia implodes with the hushed, expanding boom of an orgasm breathing over every fire retardant roof and cracks that broke your mommas back. the sky twists itself and pulls away from daddys pipe and heavy hand, orange carpet and broken toilets the landlord says he'll come next week. saturday...