w3w Poetry
Poetry inspired by what3words locations. If you would like your w3w poem to appear here, please email poetry[at]what3words.com
quiver.garden.spectators
I.
In an elevated hole somewhere on Earth
we grip each other’s breakfasts
against our chests. A toll booth matter-
of-fact kind of waking up occurs every time
the push/pull narcolepsy
keeps us in between mountain ranges
and shit-stained hiking boots.
It’s becoming fonder, the act…
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conspired.interactive.lessening
fallen
not like angels carved in the abbey
with real blood stained on faded pavers
chanting of olives and New Jersey delis
but leaky pens hooked on ratty notebooks
smashed glasses and stained grass
by the cascade of water and sediment
as only eons can wash away my father
and our sins
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kicked. vent. plot.
flowering with scratched black vinyl
crows vent their syncopated darkness
oil of stars that covers the sea
moss that grows
in the cemetery plot of my skin
4-D Elvis of radiant brain seizure
your machine of dying
what is the fuck?
was it you that kicked a hole in the sun
was it you that kicked a hole in the universe
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(via uutpoetry)
business.appetite.showdown
Where my father’s grief held high
the ripped hospital cup of experience
as the broken limp into cherry awarenessa certain showdown between cavalry appearances
nomenclature unending but bursting sideways
with ethereal knowledge & having specterthat aren’t reverberative or…
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thinker appraisals tower
I did it, it was my fault
and so logically I am a god.
Here I met him, by insinuation,
ruby red robin
on this cold white windowsill -
such sweet bones with bendy gleams -
for three hours he refused amber asylum
said red was the colour of survival, what
a strange thought for a…
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Waking, consciously, factually
Inhaling the bees,
big bluestem grass my vibrating straw:she kissed my forehead goodbye
and made me fall in
like
spilling secondhand grief
the color of cloud shadows
over the knife-edge
where prairie meets highway.Waking, I never want to sleep again.
Golden, unburdened air
Cradles the winged grasshopper and I:I don’t remember if I run to
or away; only that I match the fierceness
the sun-drunk joy.
my last gasp of certainty
before the thunderous shaking,
softer still then I ever was
layers of days,
ripeness I cannot refuse.Consciously.
Cicadas, buried first,
then resurrected to youthful flight:Night breaks open
impermeable reflections. I watch
Carpenter’s hands
sift fallen leaves,
construct diagrams,
semi-lucid lines crumple inward,
motley alphabets
drawn from ancient dreams.Factually.
For the first time, naked,
and the opposite of alone.art by collageartbyjesse
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selfish.cheerily.useless
September: It is probably raining;
there is no fog. After 10 hours,
it is selfish, but logical, to drive
30 miles home, to sleep. After all,I have work tomorrow, I have students
who still must learn and maybe
just this once enter the classroom cheerily,
eager to know “What…
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modern jets ashes
suppose you didn’t collect capsules and jars and bowls and bins of salted
muddy eye-water and suppose
the marks on your door were made in vain and then
suppose you did not emerge from the jets; a body
shot straight into the ether like that author twisted
crudely into heaps of metal
this modern knot in our fabric, rubbed
between thumbs
into dust
into ashes; and
the birds sing to us
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punk.school.hushed.
Decades of vacation made my sword swallowing
uninteresting. Letters from you and old coworkers
flatter my throat, but my boss is convinced
I’m a video game. My audience was a baby brother,
adjusted for inflation; you expected fangs. The night
was reserved for meeting…
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desire.dangerously.oath
frankly i cannot forget the words
you said to me as we
floated on each other’s planks in the
Bird Sanctuary you said
you’d never gut me but as i
flopped around on the Earth you
knocked me down into the dirt to do me
it burned like ice
chapped knees knocking together
…
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suffer.home.legal
1.
2007 ceiling fan shifts hot air on hairless faggot pinkness
naked only in the middle for to cover up quickly.
big white box fan to wash out frantic muffled dick sounds.
bounce off tall beige walls.
house has three floors.
two floors and only one underground.
three…
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Change Smashes Lows
Sometimes change smashes lows.
Crystal water
close to being poured
displays a soft lip on the decanter neck.
My father asks why I’ve never fallen in love.
It’s a good place to get to
whether or not it lasts.
In places curls of butterscotch
remember the cool pines.
…
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civic.casual.sugar
Catherine B. Krause
how did she get to this point:
the civic orgy of orgies?
it started with tape
and a cricket bat
in a cheap hotel room
and the final surrender.
“enjoy your new prescription
and have a good time in the capital, sugar!”
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slippery when wet by scott ward
Will stutter and sputter
Buttered runway
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Boy House by LittleWordBird
over and over till it seems that they have lifted off.
They spin and dance jumping up off limits
to reach ever higher and higher.
A joyful mess of accidents and incidents
and impossible things to be done.
You can’t stop them or direct them.
Just give up the futile fight and join
their flight through the stars and planets.
All of it’s in their heads but that doesn’t stop them.
Your plans for them are just a ladder to climb
and break and bound from.
They will leave, gleefully testing the starry waters,
sailing farther and farther in minds and on maps
till one day they make it out forever.
Escaping from your orbit though not from your love,
they start their own planets full of life and joy and chaos.
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