with horns and fur and sharp teeth.
always.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
speaking of
*rough draft*
blue light
the jaw xray hanging
shaking at your touch
at futures so unknown
glowing walls and teeth
kisses i can’t even feel
caught up in wanting
pink light
of the street lamps
blue ice cracking beneath us
the lake i have never seen
in winter, like this
all the years i use to live here
all the ways you held me
in one night
in the piles of your laundry
in the shadows of the evergreens
in the blue gloam of your room
midnight i am standing shirtless
leaning to let the music swell
the memory in my muscles
repetition and planning
your skin white
the sheets
the pale morning
blue light
the jaw xray hanging
shaking at your touch
at futures so unknown
glowing walls and teeth
kisses i can’t even feel
caught up in wanting
pink light
of the street lamps
blue ice cracking beneath us
the lake i have never seen
in winter, like this
all the years i use to live here
all the ways you held me
in one night
in the piles of your laundry
in the shadows of the evergreens
in the blue gloam of your room
midnight i am standing shirtless
leaning to let the music swell
the memory in my muscles
repetition and planning
your skin white
the sheets
the pale morning
John Maus
me: i'm going to write him a letter
and ask him if he's an anarchist
and ask him on a date
sean: john maus?
....
me: i'm going to send him a copy of the call
sean: lol, do it!
send him a pretty copy of at daggers drawn
me: should i send him my poetry, too?
sean: depends on the poem, i suppose
me: a romantic poem about some one else? a poem about civilization? a sexy poem? a poem about space?
these are the things i write about
sean: a sexy poem
but in your second letter
after he replies, tells you he's already read the call three times, that he is an anarchist who hates cops and who would love to go on a date with you
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
will they write me back?
i need to know if this is creepy or not...
Dear Wolves in the Throne Room,
Hi, my name is Arwyn. I live in a fox den in Austin, tx. It is my understanding you will be playing a show here in less than a week, unless your RV breaks down again. If you don't have to leave austin right after you're done playing (which I understand happens often with bands) you should consider staying at my house that night for a slumber party. Now, i live with kids, so we'd have to keep it down, but my fox den is mostly separate from the rest of the house, so we wouldn't have to ridiculously quiet or anything. just aware of our voices.
anyway, the slumber party would entail walking to the grave yard by my house, looking at stars, playing the game ninja, sitting in my fox den by candle light, listening to black metal, looking at my joanna newsom trunk, looking through my collection of bones and gossiping about whatever. We could also play uno, hot dice, scrabble or bananagrams. Or all of those games. And Never-have-i-ever. I would also tuck you in when you went to sleep. All of you. And make you espresso in the morning and wave to you as you drove off in your RV...
SO, if you want to come have a slumber party with me in my fox den (which is actually a garage that looks like a cabin inside) you are welcome to come over after the show. I promise we will have fun. I promise i'm not a creepy. I promise we can drink tea.
One day we'll be real friends in real life.
high fives,
Arwyn La Fox
Dear Wolves in the Throne Room,
Hi, my name is Arwyn. I live in a fox den in Austin, tx. It is my understanding you will be playing a show here in less than a week, unless your RV breaks down again. If you don't have to leave austin right after you're done playing (which I understand happens often with bands) you should consider staying at my house that night for a slumber party. Now, i live with kids, so we'd have to keep it down, but my fox den is mostly separate from the rest of the house, so we wouldn't have to ridiculously quiet or anything. just aware of our voices.
anyway, the slumber party would entail walking to the grave yard by my house, looking at stars, playing the game ninja, sitting in my fox den by candle light, listening to black metal, looking at my joanna newsom trunk, looking through my collection of bones and gossiping about whatever. We could also play uno, hot dice, scrabble or bananagrams. Or all of those games. And Never-have-i-ever. I would also tuck you in when you went to sleep. All of you. And make you espresso in the morning and wave to you as you drove off in your RV...
SO, if you want to come have a slumber party with me in my fox den (which is actually a garage that looks like a cabin inside) you are welcome to come over after the show. I promise we will have fun. I promise i'm not a creepy. I promise we can drink tea.
One day we'll be real friends in real life.
high fives,
Arwyn La Fox
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