Author: Georgia Tell

Poem #756 – maybe I should be a vampire

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

they say we’re taller in the morning
our spines are puffed up sponges
I know this to be true
because I have to readjust my rear view mirror
every morning
and every evening after work
the day weighs heavy
pushing not just my soul down
but on my spine sponges, compressing them
I get shorter when the day steps on me

only night really likes me
she lets me sleep
and stokes my confidence and my body
to deal with day’s selfish demanding
she is the hero of our generation
she doesn’t demand productivity
at the cost of me
night is the lover I deserve

Poem #755 – gross

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mortality throbs in my head
it’s my heart counting down to when
my body finally gives out
that’s why
that’s why I got a tattoo
that’s why I run around
trying to fit everything in
that’s why I cry so much
I’m mourning
that’s why my brain vibrates
shaking up the dirt
that’s why I kiss the dirt
once it’s loose around my grave
I get to take in a stolen breath
that’s why

I’m dead
I’m already decaying
only no one told my body
so, shhh, shut the fuck up

Poem #751

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poetry rumbles under the skin
blue hand veins looking like rapids
it growls and demands explosion
ripping
dripping
without form
more a feeling
the best bandaid is a wing dike
to channel the river of fragments
into a slowly moving bank of words
but theoretical studies show this might result in flooding

Poem #750 – the magic of a convenience store after dark

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food
lit by glowing fluorescence
a beacon among this gray outside

indifference
but stepping into this liminal space
the hope of junk is immense

buy
it’s like I’ve never seen beef jerky
or stuffed a cosmic brownie in my mouth

possibility
adult money in my pocket just burning to be spent
on a bag of Doritos that I shouldn’t get

greed
promises of a satisfyingly full stomach
and a gaudily glowing iPhone charging cable

overkill
deep under the spell until I get my change
what the hell did I just buy?

Poem #749 – purity

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emptiness
the milk of my soul
meandering in smooth tornadoes
a chaotic and white peace
even that swirls down the drain
I am existing on nothing
a mounting joy
with every item’s absence
I am nothing.
but it feels good


“ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome
______________”

Poem #748

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the defective chameleon falls from his perch
everyday
without fail
he fails
yet he climbs all the way up
feet above the ground
camouflaged in the leaves
every inch he pulls himself up
each of those
is success
46 successes,
1 failure.
why did I mention that first?

Poem #747 – the in-between

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spring is coming
and I want to be better
better than me
better than you
better than everyone
better than the best
I want to bake moist cupcakes
I want to squeeze into size 2 jeans
I want to have the internet like me
I want to write Great novels
I want it all
but there’s something curious
I have most of the skill
but
but I’m just not quite there
this one switch isn’t flipped
somewhere deep in the interface
one transistor was always defective
so I stand here
looking at spring
but not quite there