Lines
1
Weight falls like miles beneath our tires.
Rest is a day that hasn't come,
though we mark it each month, hoping.
Lines form around our eyes as though
they were once much larger, and the sun
has shrunk them and condensed their contents.
2
Noise fills the eyes as well
as the ears, stretching from our door—
a snake's belly rubbing
the linoleum-covered concrete of the grocery
store, the carpet at work, worn by lines
of shoes, all stamping out
an oroboros, their eyes on its scales, each
painted with advertisements for
healthcare none of us can afford.
3
Eating out is a good way to say I love you
more
when there's someone else at whom to stare.
Let someone younger earn the tip
by keeping the glasses of our evenings filled
so we can sip away the time until bed
while we keep the air full of the noise
of our minds winding down.
4
Fall into the flour smelling bosom of maturity.
Skin pale, doughy. Vanilla. Hair blonding.
The nipped fingers of youth harden, shrink
like uneaten fruit. Cells die. The ones
that remain spread like splayed toes
to fill the space.
(Originally in, I believe, Press 1)
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Also, it's not really funny...
Working Titles for Quentin Tarantino Films
City on Fire 2
Mutilating Cops to the Oldies
Lake Bears
Pond Kitties
Reservoir Dogs
Vinnie Barbarino’s Dance Party
Seriously, I’m Not Winona Ryder; I'm Uma Thurman!
Pulp Fiction
Positive African American Female Role Model
Coffee Crotch Rot
Jackie Brown
Hurt Bert
Carve Marve
Maim Seamus
Assfuck Chuck
Kill Phil
Kill Jill
Kill Neil
Kill Bill
Working Titles for Quentin Tarantino Films
City on Fire 2
Mutilating Cops to the Oldies
Lake Bears
Pond Kitties
Reservoir Dogs
Vinnie Barbarino’s Dance Party
Seriously, I’m Not Winona Ryder; I'm Uma Thurman!
Pulp Fiction
Positive African American Female Role Model
Coffee Crotch Rot
Jackie Brown
Hurt Bert
Carve Marve
Maim Seamus
Assfuck Chuck
Kill Phil
Kill Jill
Kill Neil
Kill Bill
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Caper Journal took "The Wayback Machine," a new poem of mine. I've been playing footsie with them for a while. Also keep coming close with Leveler--they actually took a poem, but it was a simultaneous, so I withdrew it and haven't been able to hit again.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
The new issue of the Arkansas Review apparently has an interview I conducted with poet and activist Ed Madden and a review of ANTHEM. I haven't even seen the issue yet. One of the editors sent me a quote from the review: “With its hip, straightforward, unorganized, and unique sense of style, Bledsoe’s Anthem is a brilliant, but humble, collection of poetry that reflects a long awaited shift in Southern poetry.”
Unfortunately, I don't even know who the reviewer is...
Unfortunately, I don't even know who the reviewer is...
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