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These boys
whose grandfathers hands
were made of ship splinters
dock men
drawn from a deep seed south
to the edges of the earth for work
metal spines
city eyes
shattered windows
the mystery of
Oak trees Lands
these boys
know nothing of the shipyards
their ancestors built
their ears
have grown accustomed to
the sounds of sirens
coming for them
their grandfathers hands
feel like the asphalt
they have mistaken for home
these shipyards
have turned to dreadlocks
and supermarkets
to liquor stores
Oakland has been tire tread on
look at these beautiful scars
the earth
purges
things like
dance
and spinning cars
and doors opening
letting lose
when the chains are so goddamn tight
these sirens
are like howls
to a full corn moon
werewolf men
grandfathers
shipyard seeds
have grown full
and their cars spin
cross Jack London’s skyline
a purple blaze
in a black sky
the moon is full
look at the dark clouds
I’m in my scrapper
watchin Oakland gone wild

-fritz.
www.intangiblecollective.com

brianomnidillon:

For the remainder of the cycle i am going to write about inanimate objects of importance to me. either from their perspective or otherwise.

1999 Ford Focus (Black)

When your mother lost her job at the radio station

the one she spent four years of her third decade

cutting checks to achieve

her father bought me as a gift

i was economical in the best of times

a convenient back end meant for cradling her banana bread

black because your mother never could keep a car clean

domestic, because despite his impressive portfolio

an import woulve been just too extravagant for her father

When your sister was able to sort out the angles

of the great sixteen year old paralellogram

she inherited my convenience

now i was some converted shoe rack

a black hatchback placeholder between

junior year and a maxima

She called me Ernie

Stupid fucking name

Made me sing Shania

And Shakira

And knowing these women on a first name basis makes me

want to grow opposable thumbs from my tailpipe

if only to stick lit matches in my mouth

When you and your girlfriend returned from college

and her car died from lack of california

they gave me to you both

and when you broke her

like teacups in the shadow of a sledge

she kept me.

nowadays

i have other smells

deodarants you dont wear

stains you didnt leave

but i cast my long memory on your sidestreets

i could be no other black 1999 Ford Focus

THe bumperstickers on the back of my thighs

still bear the prints of your thumbs

if its not too painfull to hear:

there is an empty pack of parliaments beneath the passenger seat

(his name is Franky)

he has never had anythin bad to say about you.

but hes a minority these days

working the back corner for scraps

while another man’s newports

mentholate

everything

Minty-fresh was really never your style.

By Omni, author of Eat The Rich and Slam Poet Extraordinaire.
www.intangiblecollective.com

kneepits:

if you survived the apocalypse, what role would you play in rebuilding the world:

When the world crumples,
Catapults to the trashcan
Gives up on its love letter to God-
I will umbrella myself a mother
Cut off the crusts,
Leave napkin notes in every fatherless lunchbox
Closet monsters will hibernate in my unflickering nightlight
I will perfect the circumference of an orange slice.
When those with quills for fingers
Are left to reword the earth-
I will rebuild the organs of orphans
Evolution will chisel me a marsupial
You won’t have to walk, child-
‘Til you’re ready to.

megan falley is an intangible.

kneepits:

kimchang:

“She only loved two things: the first was her long dark hair; the second was how easily she could cut it off and feel nothing.”

- (500) Days Of Summer

studsmcgee:

CONGRATULATIONS Sierra DeMulder, Michael Mlekoday, and the rest of the St. Paul team. National Champions 2009. You guys deserve it.

sierra demulder is an intangible and the newest author of write bloody publishing. and she wins national poetry slams. along with her amazing team. much love to you all.