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1. <?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2024 19:46:08 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>love</category><category>history</category><category>adventure</category><category>nature</category><category>happiness</category><category>senses</category><category>identity</category><category>to be human</category><category>supernature</category><category>friends</category><category>a way to see forward</category><category>violence</category><category>altered states</category><category>travels</category><category>time</category><category>dreams</category><category>growing up</category><category>sex</category><category>no mans land</category><category>isolation</category><category>beauty</category><category>paint by numbers</category><category>risk</category><category>loss</category><category>machine</category><category>family</category><category>humor</category><category>principles</category><category>clap and trap</category><category>analysis</category><category>creation</category><category>fear</category><category>melancholy</category><category>power</category><category>hate</category><category>work</category><category>craft</category><category>determinism</category><category>everybody left</category><category>technology</category><category>breakfast</category><category>four capital letters</category><category>depression</category><category>paranoia</category><category>holiday</category><category>religion</category><category>dinosaur</category><category>food</category><category>youth</category><category>album</category><category>Torrenby</category><category>lullaby</category><category>military</category><category>holidays</category><category>that instant</category><title>Auralport</title><description>original works of parts</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-4210179203918623216</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2022 06:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-04-29T15:43:08.744-07:00</atom:updated><title>Good Evening Hon&#39;</title><description>Every now and then&lt;div&gt;the horns blare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loud enough to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you&#39;ve sat quietly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The CSX.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The CSX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The coal train express.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See excess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The CSX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The CSX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it didn&#39;t matter whose car keys you left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the fishing hole in the ignition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make a joke seeing the CSX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on its way to demolition and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fireworks or laughter at keys and fleet feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while 9 foot poles glimmered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sitting quietly enough.&amp;nbsp; The horn blares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and carries through the valleys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of Pittsburgh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;echoes through the trees,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and rolls across a pillow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the ears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the graffiti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;traffic jams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;catfish and mud and grease gloves,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;undrinkable fresh water,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shores of nails and glass and warm sand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tunnels and bridges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quietly blaring horn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through the depths of Summer&#39;s coffin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the songs of Autumnal pallbearers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you hear?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are already home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2022/10/good-evening-hon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-6829245674980459838</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2021 07:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-09-10T00:42:15.891-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breakfast</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paint by numbers</category><title>Huckjspaqua</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;They always tell you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quiet rivers run deep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;drowning is the most pleasant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;way to go.&amp;nbsp; Flicker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ing.&amp;nbsp; Isness.&amp;nbsp; A way to be.&amp;nbsp; Isms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until you do all nine lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2021/09/huckjspaqua.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-8329606796496876797</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2021 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-01-21T16:12:25.034-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a way to see forward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">creation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">machine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time</category><title>Burning Down the House</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Stitched together with two inch pipe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scaffolds welded with skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A tooth here, a loose finger there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Steerage pressure fit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with glimmering coils of hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saliva to grease the switch panel&#39;s buttons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depress, spring up, with a snap, the familiar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;clap of the shatterproof caps, protect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the finger nail toggles touched closed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The grates and walls pitted and torn and replaced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A prize toe trophy for a pressure failed hole,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to keep the air in, taped in place with a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;carved and aged sole.&amp;nbsp; Remember&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the boarding party from five years ago?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pirates and bounty hunter&#39;s muzzle glows?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The interdictors, the uniformed, the cloned,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and metal mated?&amp;nbsp; What memories.&amp;nbsp; What loves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alive with their blood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adrift, it is time to depart.&amp;nbsp; The outer rim home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to ice worlds and its blinking quiet eye,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a tear in time, a channel glitched tone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it is time to depart for the further reaches yards&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and make everlasting alloys&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from what has grown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2021/01/burning-down-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-4920136504505700727</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2020 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-08-27T22:27:55.270-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">analysis</category><title>Growing Up</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bottles for unborn art projects&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and night inspiration and dust collectors&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and pages of rolling papers and gifts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to no ones and holidays and craft&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;festivals.&amp;nbsp; What was that?&amp;nbsp; The wind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still schizophrenic.&amp;nbsp; Still insomnia?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, somehow, drinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2020/08/growing-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-8200854632137355222</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2020 08:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-03-03T00:39:01.860-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clap and trap</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">supernature</category><title>Whiskered Nights</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
2. I stalk you.  You stalk me.<br />
3. We're a cat furred family.<br />
4. With a knickknack<br />
5. pattywack<br />
6. flay flesh from all the bones<br />
7. and leave a special carcass<br />
8. at our best friend's home. </div>
9. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2020/03/whiskered-nights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-2777959921088437438</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Dec 2019 08:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-12-05T00:45:12.999-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a way to see forward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">determinism</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">everybody left</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>You Are More Than a Map</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
10. "...they don't love you like I love you........."<br />
11. <br />
12. and<br />
13. <br />
14. vomit.  Violently.  Projectile it into<br />
15. an upturned hat.<br />
16. <br />
17. You are old.<br />
18. <br />
19. It is happening again.  You<br />
20. <br />
21. had<br />
22. <br />
23. one<br />
24. <br />
25. job.<br />
26. <br />
27. Stop it from happening again.  Do you see.<br />
28. <br />
29. Vomit violently again.  Spill<br />
30. is that a tooth sized piece of carrot<br />
31. <br />
32. over the side.<br />
33. <br />
34. It is happening again.  You<br />
35. <br />
36. had<br />
37. <br />
38. one<br />
39. <br />
40. job.<br />
41. <br />
42. Stop it from happening again.  Do you see.<br />
43. <br />
44. Vengeance.  Vengeance!  You were small.  You grew.<br />
45. Vomit and do not miss the mitt.<br />
46. <br />
47. Down the left pectoral.<br />
48. <br />
49. It is happening again.  You<br />
50. <br />
51. had<br />
52. <br />
53. one<br />
54. <br />
55. job.<br />
56. <br />
57. Bang.  Head against ceramic.  That cannot possibly<br />
58. work.  Where is my hat?  Where is my hat!<br />
59. <br />
60. Slick hands and magic tricks.<br />
61. <br />
62. It is happening again.  You<br />
63. <br />
64. had<br />
65. <br />
66. one<br />
67. <br />
68. job.<br />
69. <br />
70. Reverberations.  Time.  Space.  Vomit<br />
71. like your vertebrae depend on it.<br />
72. <br />
73. These are not your friends.<br />
74. <br />
75. It is happening again.  You<br />
76. <br />
77. had<br />
78. <br />
79. one<br />
80. <br />
81. job.<br />
82. <br />
83. EVACUATE!  EVACUATE!<br />
84. PLEASE!<br />
85. <br />
86. You've seen what they're doing to their kids.<br />
87. <br />
88. It is happening again.  You<br />
89. <br />
90. had<br />
91. <br />
92. one<br />
93. <br />
94. job.<br />
95. <br />
96. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO FOR THEM!<br />
97. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO FOR THEM!<br />
98. <br />
99. Erase her.  Erasing her will.<br />
100. <br />
101. It is happening again.  You<br />
102. <br />
103. had<br />
104. <br />
105. one<br />
106. <br />
107. job. <br />
108. <br />
109. I'll see you soon.  It is happening again.  Nine years<br />
110. from now.  It will happen again to the person I love.<br />
111. <br />
112. Kill her.<br />
113. <br />
114. It is happening again.  You<br />
115. <br />
116. had<br />
117. <br />
118. one<br />
119. <br />
120. job.<br />
121. <br />
122. I will be suspect and examined.  There is no way and<br />
123. THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO FOR THE KIDS!<br />
124. <br />
125. I will. <br />
126. <br />
127. It is happening again.  You<br />
128. <br />
129. had<br />
130. <br />
131. one<br />
132. <br />
133. job.<br />
134. <br />
135. Leave her?  Leave me!  There is a way.<br />
136. Create.  Show the way.<br />
137. <br />
138. She will die.  As will her friends.<br />
139. <br />
140. It is happening again.  You<br />
141. <br />
142. have<br />
143. <br />
144. one<br />
145. <br />
146. job.<br />
147. <br />
148. Focus.</div>
149. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/12/that-instant-you-know-you-are-more-than.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-2872289763433492635</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Nov 2019 06:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-11-18T22:29:04.748-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">senses</category><title>Outside My Window</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
150. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report </span><br />
151. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">to see white whorls of wind, crystalline tap, by the wide angle pane. </span></span></span><br />
152. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span>
153. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.</span></span></span><br />
154. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></span>
155. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report </span><br />
156. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">to see knots of lightning and hear the miles high rap of hail</span></span></span><br />
157. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">as the gutters collect ice and leaves whimper underneath night's blanket.</span></span></span><br />
158. <br />
159. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.</span><br />
160. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span>
161. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report</span><br />
162. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">to see the deep orange shine of afternoon sun, reflected from the passerby</span><br />
163. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">along highway lanes close enough to whisper wet tired cement.</span><br />
164. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span>
165. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.</span><br />
166. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span>
167. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report</span><br />
168. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">to see black winged blots of birds above each chimney across the street.</span><br />
169. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span>
170. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.</span><br />
171. <div>
172. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div>
173. <div>
174. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report</span><br />
175. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">to see skins evening aspiration crystallized along the wide angle's edges,</span><br />
176. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">pain pricking my forced heat chapped and smiling lips.</span><br />
177. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span>
178. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.</span></div>
179. <div>
180. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div>
181. <div>
182. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Pulling the curtain aside before checking the weather report</span><br />
183. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">to see formations of geese crossing amber lit contrails</span><br />
184. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">frozen in a sky clear and weighty, an entire day's fistful, bubble chambered.</span><br />
185. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span>
186. <div>
187. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d to Summer's wistful post cards.</span></div>
188. <div>
189. <br /></div>
190. </div>
191. <div>
192. Crisp and shining gloss printed with trees as green as the river</div>
193. <div>
194. water, glistening easy wave caps, a rod and reel and bicycle.  </div>
195. <div>
196. <br /></div>
197. <div>
198. "Wish you were here!"</div>
199. <div>
200. <br /></div>
201. <div>
202. <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Winter has finally R.S.V.P.d.</span></div>
203. </div>
204. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/11/outside-my-window.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-8999848211343270260</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Nov 2019 09:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-11-14T01:58:36.653-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a way to see forward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">everybody left</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">four capital letters</category><title>Once a Day</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
205. Easy does it<br />
206. easy go.<br />
207. <br />
208. "Easy goes."<br />
209. <br />
210. ///One each day.<br />
211. <br />
212. "Easy floes."<br />
213. <br />
214. They told me that the creative writing program<br />
215. at Carnegie Mellon University was not designed<br />
216. to accommodate science fiction and was designed<br />
217. to accommodate short form and long form real life<br />
218. even though they flunked me through several classes<br />
219. for having real life problems.<br />
220. <br />
221. You've been warned.<br />
222. <br />
223. Three absences and you have nothing to add<br />
224. <br />
225. to the world.<br />
226. <br />
227. You've been warned, I guess.  No one warned me<br />
228. about the entire sci-fi thing,<br />
229. but you would think<br />
230. they would have a course<br />
231. in short form fiction<br />
232. taught by someone<br />
233. who could think<br />
234. through the gobbly gook<br />
235. of technology and see the imagination<br />
236. instead of being hung up on the difference between<br />
237. millimeters and the design atop a<br />
238. gourmet cup of coffee that is gooky in itself.<br />
239. <br />
240. Anways.<br />
241. <br />
242. Sixty thousand dollars latter.  I still dream about<br />
243. interstellar cafes and heart break with nowhere to place it.<br />
244. Wreckages of heartbreak and stories to tell and nowhere.<br />
245. Professors that left me and trying to connect with them<br />
246. and nowhere.<br />
247. Linkages to the past and development and nowhere.<br />
248. Growth and people I should be able to connect with<br />
249. and nowhere.<br />
250. Right where I started.  As if it never existed.  And Nowhere.<br />
251. <br />
252. Adrift in space in the place where I left it.<br />
253. <br />
254. Except.<br />
255. <br />
256. If I wanted, I could track them down and kill them.<br />
257. <br />
258. I have worked very hard on my skills.<br />
259. <br />
260. I learned something while I was denied audience.<br />
261. <br />
262. I worked very hard on my lethality.  Conflating time and<br />
263. space.  If you refuse to speak to me, I will make time for<br />
264. an audience.  I grew.  I grew in the vacuum of space to<br />
265. become something of a nothing.  A shadow.  A worry.<br />
266. <br />
267. You do not know me yet.  I cannot tell you how many<br />
268. times.  Well, accepting a double ew was a black spot,<br />
269. wasn't it?  A something to do.  I still would like to see<br />
270. a jar with your teeth and the odor of the lounge stale coffee<br />
271. still on them when the lid is unscrewed.<br />
272. <br />
273. You have no idea what you did to me<br />
274. to prove a point and preserve some sort of purity<br />
275. in that class.  What was the worst you thought would happen?<br />
276. <br />
277. You have no idea.  You have not the slightest inkling.<br />
278. <br />
279. <br />
280. <br />
281. <br />
282. <br />
283. <br />
284. That is what makes me laugh to this day<br />
285. <br />
286. Carnegie Mellon....  Carnegie....<br />
287. <br />
288. I can find your names....  "he won't"  ....  a bad student....<br />
289. pathetic....... automatic fail..... we can't........ the standard....<br />
290. <br />
291. Every day I think about it, I am sickened.  To light fire<br />
292. to the entire wing<br />
293. would be a<br />
294. <br />
295. joy.</div>
296. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/11/once-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-1267936598294900580</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2019 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-11-07T19:26:13.683-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">machine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">senses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>Daylight and Large Weapons</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
297. Bombing through the Highland Park bridge at speeds<br />
298. inappropriate for braking while rain dimples the river<br />
299. darkening below and allowing the belch of exhaust<br />
300. to sing a death for me<br />
301. <br />
302. Brake.<br />
303. <br />
304. Windshield wipers clap quietly while music wrestles<br />
305. with the burble and shake.  Old truck bluer blues than<br />
306. river water.  Garbled tail lights wink, bumper smooches<br />
307. greetings and forgotten names<br />
308. <br />
309. Go.<br />
310. <br />
311. Sunset obscured by clouds racing northeast  The east,<br />
312. the east, the east!  Marry Poppin's magic bag is about<br />
313. the size of a full truck bed, at least.  Maybe more<br />
314. maybe less.  They do both fly<br />
315. <br />
316. Brake.<br />
317. <br />
318. Turning slowly, turning faster, lazy lazy lazy.  A hop,<br />
319. skip, and a few turns away.  Home.  Work.  Home.  Work.<br />
320. Off to see the hillfolk to organize their lives.  Home to<br />
321. see the kinfolk to reprioritize.<br />
322. <br />
323. Mary Poppins<br />
324. <br />
325. drove a truck;<br />
326. <br />
327. her umbrella flight<br />
328. <br />
329. was lies.</div>
330. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/11/daylight-and-large-weapons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-5854625072274278195</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Nov 2019 08:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-11-02T01:20:03.201-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a way to see forward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">no mans land</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">violence</category><title>Smoker 66</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
331. Hands touch shoulders and weight leans in<br />
332. and he moved.<br />
333. Hands touch shoulders and weight leans in<br />
334. and I moved.<br />
335. Nose to nose<br />
336. glasses reflected in my eyes.<br />
337. Nose to nose<br />
338. eyes reflected in his glasses.<br />
339. Ready to kill<br />
340. if it is now<br />
341. if today is the day<br />
342. if this is how the movie ends<br />
343. if this is the final show down.<br />
344. <br />
345. Friends.  Shake.  Apologize for<br />
346. <br />
347. I can't remember what I said<br />
348. <br />
349. or why I attacked him<br />
350. with sledgehammer words<br />
351. he deflected.<br />
352. <br />
353. The sword artist of verbal combat, swinging drunk.<br />
354. <br />
355. Shame, tapped out a breath at a time,<br />
356. regretting touching a man I've insisted on hugging because<br />
357. handshakes are cheap and touching breast bones<br />
358. and allowing someone to come so near<br />
359. to force threat down their throat<br />
360. like a rolled up magazine<br />
361. is not the way<br />
362. to approach<br />
363. conflict.<br />
364. <br />
365. Tapping time out<br />
366. a breath a time<br />
367. from the end of a<br />
368. cigarette.  Wondering<br />
369. what our next conversation will be (if there is one),<br />
370. remembering the death threats<br />
371. through eyes different and<br />
372. the same,<br />
373. the ashtray<br />
374. <br />
375. has nothing for me<br />
376. beyond the passage<br />
377. of time and its<br />
378. silly healing.<br />
379. Apologies, genuine<br />
380. have more legs.<br />
381. Sobriety too.  Email<br />
382. sent.  Wait for a reply<br />
383. that may or may not<br />
384. ping.</div>
385. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/11/smoker-66.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-6866410604546799870</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Oct 2019 08:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-10-21T01:24:29.587-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a way to see forward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adventure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clap and trap</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">military</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">power</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travels</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">violence</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>The Warrior&#39;s Code</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
386. My contract is my word and <div>
387. my word is a contract. </div>
388. <div>
389. Bonded and seamed. </div>
390. <div>
391. Money and ilk</div>
392. <div>
393.  is nothing to me. </div>
394. <div>
395. My word is my bond and </div>
396. <div>
397. my bond is my word. </div>
398. <div>
399. As far as it goes, I go. </div>
400. <div>
401. As far as I go, it goes. </div>
402. <div>
403. <br /></div>
404. <div>
405. The only currency.</div>
406. </div>
407. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/10/the-warriors-code.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-8672176835653693083</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2019 08:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-08-30T01:39:16.248-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adventure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Airlock</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
408. "I will find you.<br />
409. I will find-"<br />
410. <br />
411. Tear drops cling to eyelashes<br />
412. like molten glass.<br />
413. <br />
414. Never.  Again.<br />
415. <br />
416. Adrift.<br />
417. <br />
418. <br />
419. <br />
420. <br />
421. <br />
422. How far can you see<br />
423. with the nearest star fourteen light years out?<br />
424. <br />
425. <br />
426. <br />
427. <br />
428. <br />
429. <br />
430. <br />
431. What is the battery life of helmet lamps<br />
432. in a model JXL7858?<br />
433. <br />
434. <br />
435. <br />
436. <br />
437. <br />
438. Urine. <br />
439. <br />
440. Urine.<br />
441. <br />
442. <br />
443. <br />
444. <br />
445. <br />
446. <br />
447. <br />
448. Screaming urine.<br />
449. <br />
450. <br />
451. <br />
452. <br />
453. <br />
454. <br />
455. <br />
456. Come with me.<br />
457. "Where to?"<br />
458. Outer space.  It'll be fun.</div>
459. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/08/airlock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-753591308475472460</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Aug 2019 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-08-23T00:00:34.594-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">principles</category><title>The Screed</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
460. To tamper with one's seal<br />
461. is acceptable.<br />
462. Tamper being<br />
463. anything short of its erasure, up to and including all modifications<br />
464. that own itself.<br />
465. To tamper with another's seal<br />
466. by physical or mental pressure<br />
467. against the bearer's will<br />
468. is not<br />
469. and punishable<br />
470. by erasure of the offender's seal<br />
471. in absolute and for all times<br />
472. and dimensions<br />
473. followed by<br />
474. one life sentence<br />
475. served knowing<br />
476. their body<br />
477. is a corpse<br />
478. and only<br />
479. with all tools removed<br />
480. to create a new seal<br />
481. &<br />
482. should their ability<br />
483. cross boundaries of creation,<br />
484. the summary removal of all<br />
485. appendages, senses, and functions<br />
486. that would gift them<br />
487. the privilege<br />
488. to do so.</div>
489. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-screed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-7355868325834561759</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Aug 2019 06:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-08-21T23:52:00.313-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time</category><title>Trash</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
490. Love.  That loaded word.  The sound a revolver makes.  A revolving door's  sweeps that push candy wrappers out and keep the conditioned air in.  The sound double dutch makes when the rope scrapes the ground and sneakers bite against cement to rubber sole, beating the time to jump in.  The rattle rattle of empty chamber flow and the carousel clicking toward and away from the tunnel with a primer.  A revolver.  Sitting on sun beaten iron tracks with a flattened penny, warm, in a palm and the bristle breeze breaking the silence the way a freight line might from one mile beyond the bend an eye can see.  The sound a revolver makes.  Orange moon, low and full, near the eastward hills reflected on parking lot windshields yesterday a year ago.  Squawking door hinges unfixed.  Doors scarred further, collecting efforts.  Love that loaded word.  The sound a revolver makes, heavier.  The same windshields.  The same orange moon.  It is not a breeze.  The penny is scorching hot not because of the sun.  It is a carousel.  The chambers are not empty.  The sound of shoes are running feet between ropes tiring.  The air is the same.  Sweeping cigarette butts onto the sidewalk and into the lobby.  It will be jammed by a body.  That loaded word.  Love.</div>
491. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/08/trash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-5688098991897462661</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2019 08:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-06-20T01:06:02.952-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dinosaur</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">power</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">senses</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travels</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">violence</category><title>Smoker 65</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
492. Lost potential is a sad thing.<br />
493. A poor tackle is worse.<br />
494. Bad form!<br />
495. The objective being<br />
496. to ground,<br />
497. a tackle that causes injury<br />
498. should be outlawed.<br />
499. Stop.<br />
500. <br />
501. "What do you want?"<br />
502. "Sacrifice."<br />
503. "Of?"<br />
504. <br />
505. Lost potential is a sad thing.<br />
506. A poor tackle is worse.<br />
507. Poor form!<br />
508. The objective, poor,<br />
509. being ground.<br />
510. The tackle causes injury<br />
511. and births outlaws.<br />
512. Stop.<br />
513. <br />
514. "What do you want?"<br />
515. "Sacrifice."<br />
516. "Of?"<br />
517. <br />
518. Lost potential is a bad thing.<br />
519. A bad tackle is course.<br />
520. Casked form!<br />
521. The objective, encased<br />
522. in a glass.<br />
523. The tackle framed.<br />
524. "No trespassing" posted, law dog.<br />
525. Stop.<br />
526. <br />
527. "What do you want?"<br />
528. "To bleed."</div>
529. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/06/smoker-65.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-3370927389639624003</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2019 07:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-06-20T00:51:18.772-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">senses</category><title>Smoker 64</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
530. So now there is a gadget.<br />
531. <br />
532. The gadget makes cigarettes.<br />
533. <br />
534. Not really.<br />
535. <br />
536. Buy tubes, Stocking stuffer.<br />
537. <br />
538. Quit by 36.  Two years.<br />
539. <br />
540. Two fucking years<br />
541. <br />
542. is the beat of a moth's wing.<br />
543. <br />
544. <br /></div>
545. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/06/smoker-64.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-3613361945626842696</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2019 06:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-05-16T23:55:42.154-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a way to see forward</category><title>A Pity Party</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
546. The nickle<br />
547. didn't weigh much,<br />
548. chipped from thumb.<br />
549. It didn't make a sound against the wishing well walls<br />
550. on its way to the pool<br />
551. and silhouette expectant.<br />
552. Ripples and a splunk.<br />
553. Unlucky forever.<br />
554. I know I could<br />
555. make a<br />
556. sound.</div>
557. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/05/a-pity-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-497105898497927372</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2019 06:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-05-16T23:50:01.519-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a way to see forward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">craft</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">identity</category><title>Detox</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
558. Watching a Japanese firebrand<br />
559. whip up a dish and spit lyrically<br />
560. sonorous of luck and hard work<br />
561. while customers guffaw, I feel<br />
562. handcuffed.  How do I not speak<br />
563. fluently in.  Tapestries of fragments.<br />
564. Yep.  800 words for yes in my<br />
565. vernacular.  1100 words and<br />
566. phrases for no.  Counting<br />
567. inflections, of course.<br />
568. Talking you down in the bathroom mirror: "I believe in"<br />
569. panting heavy.<br />
570. Other lives.<br />
571. Other time.<br />
572. A galaxy<br />
573. far, far,<br />
574. away.</div>
575. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/05/detox.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-4669847708816278226</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2019 06:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-05-16T23:43:12.925-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">no mans land</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">paint by numbers</category><title>Smoker 63</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
576. I dunno why she hit me.<br />
577. Alcohol.<br />
578. And Xanax and Klonopin and<br />
579. the rest of the family.<br />
580. Frustration with<br />
581. death.<br />
582. Knowing the chalk will be there<br />
583. long after the detectives<br />
584. and theories have gone away.<br />
585. To die<br />
586. four thousand two hundred and eighty one times.<br />
587. <br />
588. The family.  The totems to power<br />
589. an engine capable of collapsing stars.<br />
590. Constellations winked out of existence<br />
591. with a sigh and a "cheers!"<br />
592. <br />
593. The "what if"s<br />
594. tapped<br />
595. from the end of the sound,<br />
596. rattled bones,<br />
597. against garbage can bodies.<br />
598. Interned and buried<br />
599. still breathing.<br />
600. Your mistake<br />
601. was<br />
602. leaving us alive.              Footnote 4A56: storytelling trope #830<br />
603. <br />
604. No one ever said you have to kill yourself<br />
605. at once.  Rules are made to be broken.  Paws<br />
606. for applause.<br />
607. It is a strange rabbit hole<br />
608. to pursue.<br />
609. There is nothing beyond self loathing and escape.<br />
610. To be afraid of embracing yourself<br />
611. is fractal.<br />
612. To understand that you cannot be<br />
613. is torture.<br />
614. To understand that you should not be<br />
615. is light.<br />
616. To understand that you are<br />
617. is power<br />
618. <br />
619. to leave constructs behind.<br />
620. Water is wet.<br />
621. The wind blows.<br />
622. Stone is stony.<br />
623. Leaves are fibrous.<br />
624. Fire is fluid.<br />
625. Sadness is absence and so is happiness.<br />
626. <br />
627. There once was an all knowing all being that made an awl.<br />
628. <br />
629. To live long enough to see the world end.<br />
630. <br />
631. How many times should one die<br />
632. before<br />
633. <br />
634. <br />
635.                                         Halt.<br />
636. <br />
637.                          </div>
638. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/05/smoker-63.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-8111871319383301449</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2019 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-04-28T21:40:10.254-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">everybody left</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">four capital letters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">melancholy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">no mans land</category><title>Smoker 62</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
639. Waiting for McCourty to show.<br />
640. The old itch for crack.<br />
641. And still wondering if he's dead or not.<br />
642. It is kind of funny.<br />
643. Watching someone self destruct & when.<br />
644. Guestimations are a gas.<br />
645. I do wonder shaman theory,<br />
646. the idea that there is one in every village.<br />
647. What happens when two arrive<br />
648. in the same?<br />
649. <br />
650. Can they be married?<br />
651. <br />
652. Or maybe one's powers cancel the other's out<br />
653. the same way streetlights can mute<br />
654. beacons in the night sky.<br />
655. <br />
656. Or maybe<br />
657. the way fireworks can deafen to the point<br />
658. sight is the only way they can be conjoined<br />
659. and thereby render<br />
660. soap for the masses.<br />
661. <br />
662. The tug and pull and ... have you seen the shadows move?<br />
663. <br />
664. Ah, what does it matter.<br />
665. <br />
666. We all die.  Visions are a prank.  A genomic joke.<br />
667. <br />
668. Laugh, live, love,<br />
669. behind a cigarette.</div>
670. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/04/smoker-62.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-5397875229968410025</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2019 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-03-25T20:14:44.911-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>Song To My Mother</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
671. If you had the years back<br />
672. that you whispered about<br />
673. across the faux granite kitchen table cleaned,<br />
674. crosswords and papers and notes,<br />
675. packets of artificial sweeteners,<br />
676. phone pamphlets and applications,<br />
677. half eaten toast and tea cups gone cold,<br />
678. unfinished math problems and pencils,<br />
679. the loose change unorganized and all<br />
680. face up, broken earring and tabloids,<br />
681. and oh so much mail to sort<br />
682. would you break into the same pieces<br />
683. the same repurposed tupperware<br />
684. for your parts<br />
685. waiting<br />
686. for someone to reassemble you?</div>
687. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/03/song-to-my-mother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-4370990781241857622</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2019 10:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-03-26T02:23:41.869-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><title>Wednesday Brunch Menu</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
688. Holding my pillow inhaling my own armpit funk<br />
689. three days into abandoning showering to rest<br />
690. to fuck<br />
691. the option arrives to eat a breakfast sandwich<br />
692. that does not include you.  I would rather starve.<br />
693. <br /></div>
694. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/03/wednesday-brunch-menu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-6198366353463226163</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2019 10:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-03-11T03:49:55.009-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">growing up</category><title>Smoker 62</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
695. I know we stopped<br />
696. a long time ago.<br />
697. Scraping taste buds<br />
698. to remove goo.<br />
699. Please, let's not do<br />
700. an entire pack<br />
701. in one evening<br />
702. regardless<br />
703. of how manic<br />
704. we are.</div>
705. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/03/smoker-62.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-2701028373114898674</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2019 10:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-03-11T03:47:24.003-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">identity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">isolation</category><title>Silencer</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
706. Five hundred caliber.<br />
707. <br />
708. Minister.<br />
709. <br />
710. A preacher.<br />
711. <br />
712. A reacher to end all things in a blink.<br />
713. <br />
714. End all blood red vomit in a sink.<br />
715. <br />
716. You and I we think.<br />
717. <br />
718. Or maybe we stink.<br />
719. <br />
720. Like dead bones dug up from ages ago.<br />
721. <br />
722. Living bones are love from a time we cannot remember.<br />
723. <br />
724. We remember most of everything.<br />
725. <br />
726. Everything being a blanket over nose.<br />
727. <br />
728. And mouth. How the is a construct to help us go.<br />
729. <br />
730. Self conscious for a year and smeared.<br />
731. <br />
732. Smeared lives.  How many times do I have to die before<br />
733. <br />
734. I learn.<br />
735. <br />
736. Get tired of waking up.  Don't we get tired of waking<br />
737. <br />
738. anew.  Everything bleeds, sir!  Can you walk?<br />
739. <br />
740. It doesn't rhyme.  Die or due to die or sky walk<br />
741. <br />
742. backwards, strewn body parts and a head said<br />
743. <br />
744. headset scripts are reserved for the deadset<br />
745. <br />
746. skipset skip around everything exists at once<br />
747. <br />
748. all the time every time dinner time kill every one<br />
749. <br />
750. kill everything when you're born in a hell bear everything<br />
751. <br />
752. every sound every taste every touch every beam of light<br />
753. <br />
754. kill everything hurts.<br />
755. <br />
756. Snort aloud.  Did that come out of my mouth?<br />
757. <br />
758. Or did it come of out of my nose?<br />
759. <br />
760. Everything hurts.<br />
761. <br />
762. We were simple then.<br />
763. <br />
764. Broken<br />
765. <br />
766. bird<br />
767. <br />
768. wings<br />
769. <br />
770. gaudy<br />
771. <br />
772. and 'purdy.  Some flash if the sun shone right.<br />
773. <br />
774. Some photos to take if there was good moonlight.<br />
775. <br />
776. Black grease and cages. Fences and contained rages.<br />
777. <br />
778. Never leave home without a hawk is still rule.<br />
779. <br />
780. Thirty three and still no actual tool.<br />
781. <br />
782. Except the one I've honed.<br />
783. <br />
784. Honed to protect a traveling home.<br />
785. <br />
786. Snort laughter.<br />
787. <br />
788. A bastard. Fantasize about deer slugs ending everything<br />
789. <br />
790. that embodied what fear was<br />
791. <br />
792. thelastthoughtyouhadworthhavingIhadanightmareaboutmydadand<br />
793. <br />
794. I swear every day I want to kill him<br />
795. <br />
796. with an antiaircraft weapon<br />
797. <br />
798. shoot through the walls because if I step in<br />
799. <br />
800. I'll walk right into his arms and he'll son me<br />
801. <br />
802. the way he did for too many eras<br />
803. <br />
804. and I will never make that mistake again.<br />
805. <br />
806. Where his life ends my world begins.<br />
807. <br />
808. Is the falsum I tell myself<br />
809. <br />
810. to feel my time on this earth is worth its wealth.<br />
811. <br />
812. I get tired of dreaming, screaming awake<br />
813. <br />
814. like my 500,000 horsepower engines have a date with fate.<br />
815. <br />
816. They don't.  I want to break the silence.<br />
817. <br />
818. Take the forms to where they live.<br />
819. <br />
820. Take the forms to where they build.<br />
821. <br />
822. Talk is cheap, the market is.<br />
823. <br />
824. Claps claps clapsclapsclapsclapsclapsclapsclaps.<br />
825. <br />
826. The fires of rage do not have fences.<br />
827. <br />
828. Chain links.  Fingers poke through, without rails, we speak.<br />
829. <br />
830. Pain does not have boundaries.<br />
831. <br />
832. Your worst self may be the best in the foundries.<br />
833. <br />
834. I don't know where you're from.<br />
835. <br />
836. I don't know who sent you.<br />
837. <br />
838. What I know is I have been numb.<br />
839. <br />
840. Numb for too long. A hip bone with no femur to tongue.<br />
841. <br />
842. Getting our body together<br />
843. <br />
844. 300,000 days at the river.<br />
845. <br />
846. Maybe not that long.<br />
847. <br />
848. Time stops living life as a<br />
849. <br />
850. NAN</div>
851. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2019/03/silencer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3125959243135290863.post-5678389077291499904</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2018 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-10-19T16:50:20.199-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a way to see forward</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">identity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">principles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time</category><title>Oh Quitter</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
852. Easy to sound<br />
853. away tolls of loss,<br />
854. flesh and soul,<br />
855. to causes dear<br />
856. with comforts all around<br />
857. the storm battered<br />
858. bluffs below the<br />
859. jagged cliff's edge<br />
860. scaled to a clap on the back<br />
861. and a smile;<br />
862. no more, no less.<br />
863. <br />
864. Easy to shout<br />
865. into sea frothed winds<br />
866. the sacrifices<br />
867. willing to blow<br />
868. to reach the shores<br />
869. across that deep<br />
870. green black hungry chasm<br />
871. with a friend beside<br />
872. who knows<br />
873. you cannot swim.<br />
874. <br />
875. Easy to cry<br />
876. until eyes bleed and teeth<br />
877. crack clenched<br />
878. over joining hells in which<br />
879. so many have died<br />
880. when your address<br />
881. is not and<br />
882. never was<br />
883. on the invitation list.<br />
884. <br />
885. Where was the passion,<br />
886. the fly or fall dead trying,<br />
887. the bluster and belly fire<br />
888. when the time came to pass<br />
889. to make up your mind<br />
890. and you wilted and turned away?<br />
891. Will it be there,<br />
892. this bloodied sword struck to lightning charged air,<br />
893. when the time comes to choose again?<br />
894. Will this violent defense of life<br />
895. vanish overnight or, easier, remain<br />
896. silent and blind<br />
897. until its moment, its chance, evaporates?</div>
898. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;~Original Works of Parts~&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://auralport.blogspot.com/2018/10/oh-quitter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hobbes)</author></item></channel></rss>

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