the sieve and the sand » blood

perception defines reality

David X. Hugo — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 19:26:21 +0000

reality as perception defines,
and even more, we’ve come
to expect;
on the mondays when we go to
work,
along the sweat and blood
highways.

Hemorrhage

beighartman — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 01:52:14 +0000

The wound cuts deeply
But you designed it that way.
Tear off the tourniquet.
Do not let the blood coagulate.
Do not let my heart harden.
Allow me to release all of myself
So that you fill me instead.
Allow me to let go.
To let your spirit live within.

haiku

rcribay — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 03:13:00 +0000

feeling the sun
after so long a winter
even blood runs godlier.

afternoon lull

Roger Mugs — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 07:10:02 +0000

strings of thoughts and things
i stand and grab by bag by an arm
strap as it lacks a handle and i have
to bundle it in my hand to keep it
from scraping the ground as we walk
because i’m too tired to go on sitting and
we talk about philosophy, theology,
life, and trees and the things you used
to make people do because you thought
it best but have since learned that while
sometimes it was really quite beneficial
it turns out most of the time you were
beating your head against the wall
uselessly discovering the texture therein
through repeated brief bouts of contact
with your now bloody forehead

i’m glad we’re standing now
i was so tired just one moment ago

i hear new jobs can be scary. but i suppose it depends on the field

Roger Mugs — Sat, 27 Sep 2008 13:55:27 +0000

trifle lucky not quite ready
pardon every man stand steady
trigger pulling till its coming
pointing fingers prodding throwing
pick him up without a gab
place him face down in the cab
never any quite prepared
till they’re thrown in downright scared

baked and prodded
floating, lauded

time for someone else who dared

(in the end it was a matter of blood)

one time RC was in russia and took a picture of “Wine in ass.” – this inspired me.

Roger Mugs — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 09:04:19 +0000

animal fat congealing
forming solid mass on the surface of the
pepper red soup fondue
like feet on a swiss ball
you’d never indulge yourself to eat
and curdled blood served as a delicacy
sometimes you just need
liver diced into meat flowers
a little chicken foot
pig snout
or dog meat in your soup
to brighten your day
or keep you warm in the winter
like feet on a swiss ball
you’d never indulge yourself to eat

until you do
and find what smells like gym socks
tastes like candy

lightly laughing in inevibilities

Roger Mugs — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 07:31:41 +0000

dancing, dabbling with the funky folk
simply smiling away the evening
not noting the things flying flapping
buzzing
in our ears
behind bare
lakes, legs
slapped – stoked and bitten
they really is
blood sucking morons