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Oct 2013 Fragano Ledgister

calf

Oct 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Barton D Smock

calf

when homeless, I would try to score a place to do chin-ups. the false prophet of my inner life ran parallel to god. I was one side of a custody battle that involved my brother and with him the depression he called Christ because it came and went. I met a woman convinced she’d become a gate. not heaven’s ever and not hell’s anymore. I stood watch while she slept. no one counts, she was right, the dead made so in a dream. likewise, if you want to get to my brother you’ll have to go through me.

Oct 2013 Fragano Ledgister

In Your Place

Oct 2013 Fragano Ledgister

August

In Your Place

When dancing skin illuminates your sin
I'll bask in the sight of your fair moonlight

When the warmth emanates your intakes and outakes
I'll fill my lungs with those sounds that I've found

When your hands are bands of muscles grasping me
I'll tantalize and tease, listen to you gasping 'please..'

But I want to drown in this, sink with me on this ship
I'll toss the sheets away, making white rippling waves

And we'll sail away, my dear, toss away hesitation and fear
As I'll lick the tender tendrils of your soul, just let go

So that I can hold triumph in the soft sounds of satisfied echoes
Gently tracing your skin, reminiscing the spots I've been kissing

As your eyes gently close, and the moonlight softens to a glow
I let you fade away into the night, but with me by your side

Amara Pendergraft 2013

Oct 2013 Fragano Ledgister

mar

Oct 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Barton D Smock

mar

in the tomb of my father’s influence
a single
****** on
juice box.

     assigned seating
in biology class
a giant     a boy
beside the me
most grotesque
and we share
a model
heart     as a found
piece
of gum.

in cafeteria I am untouched
as a tray of food     I fraternize
with my new name     jovial
pisspants.

Oct 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Galena Avenue

Oct 2013 Fragano Ledgister

August

Galena Avenue

A beautiful symbolism of death
The leaves are falling as they turn red
And your feet greet the pavement with vigor
Eyes reflecting the warm, fiery colors
You tuck yourself up in a tight knit sweater
Cheeks flushed and skin so alabaster
Sit on a bench to reflect and regret
It already begun & it's not over yet

Amara Pendergraft 2013

I went to the park today.

Oct 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Con Dolcezza (With Sweetness)

Oct 2013 Fragano Ledgister

August

Con Dolcezza (With Sweetness)

All the days are graying and I'm fraying like the sweater my grandfather gave me.

It still smells of cigars and old west, I'm ever quested and pressed with emotion.

I've become a faded flower fated to the pages of an old almanac in the back of the library.

Scents of worn novellas standing solitary on shelves and fragrant wisps of wisteria.

Alone to settle and mettle with dust and dialogues full of empty follies and triumphs.

Amara Pendergraft 2013

Sep 2013 Fragano Ledgister

love part

Sep 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Barton D Smock

love part

girl speaking. my father is no drunk. not so long ago he chased his head away from hell. he was on a binge. he took to his tongue with a pair of pliers and wrote with a ****** finger and when it stopped working he wrote with another ****** finger and finished the sentence I don’t want to be a snake. the pain meds put him on his belly and I brought him water he thought was drink. he beat my ankles. when I throw my head back my mouth is on a stretcher.

Sep 2013 Fragano Ledgister

the world of interesting men

Sep 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Barton D Smock

the world of interesting men

my sister is a room god leaves alone. she hangs a sign on the door I cannot read. by the time I can, I am watching my younger brother roll his ankle wearing high heels. at night I hear him swallow repeatedly. another tooth gone. a boy with a stick is a boy with a wand. kids die in their sleep because they are boring. because they dream of things that can really happen.

Sep 2013 Fragano Ledgister

The Spinning Ether

Sep 2013 Fragano Ledgister

jdmaraccini

The Spinning Ether

Divine Minds Transcend

Released from the chains that bound me
increased the flames that live and breathe
There is a world that found me
lost inside a lucid dream
The truth is hidden in the spinning ether
woven in the mystery of DMT

No more fear
confusion
chaos
or death
I promise you
transcendence is next

I was once lost in confusion
bound in a body I did not own
I was once the enemy
stuck in a world far from home
A dreamless reality
a nightmare I did not believe
Until one day my mind was blown
I fell into the cosmos
and watched my ego disintegrate
shattered into a million pieces
My outer shell peeled off perfectly

I arrived at a place I can not describe
I saw them standing over me
I could not hide
and then it happened
I was profoundly changed
during my journey in hyperspace

Oceans of light prevail
emotions and fear recede
as the spirit world sets sail
Our burning love endures
in the spinning ether
woven in the mystery of DMT

Embrace the truth
compassion
and peace
I promise you
transcendence is next

#dimethyltryptamine #dmt #maraccini #nethersky

Sep 2013 Fragano Ledgister

copyright

Sep 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Barton D Smock

copyright

by his friends
my uncle was known
as uncle
****
because he curled the word
as if his mouth
came before it
and waited.

he took me to a meeting once
because he wanted me to have
real coffee.

he winked as if to say
I know a paper cup
when I hold
a paper
cup.

he said as if to say
*******
it’s not like you’re watching
someone else
live your life
it’s like you’re someone else
not helping.

uncle **** didn’t believe in oversleeping.
he believed in making a blindfold
for the blind.

I was at my best
letting him think
he gave me
my first
cigarette.

everything you’ve heard was read by me.

Sep 2013 Fragano Ledgister

I am the beach.

Sep 2013 Fragano Ledgister

Two Parts of a Broken Heart

I am the beach.

I would refer to sadness as the ocean.
Huge, murky waves crashing
down.
And if sadness was the ocean,
then I am the beach.
Pounded relentlessly.
Walked on by thousands of feet.
There are bits of broken sea glass hiding under my surface.
Poking out once in awhile to reveal my cold insides.
The sand is something people love to flock to,
to confide in.
They whisper secretly to each other when the moon hangs low.
They smile brightly and play in the shallows of sadness.
But they are never fully submerged like I am.
Molecules of water from all over the world float to me, bringing me their tragedies.
I listen to them.
To the mother who lost her son in the war.
To the husband who lost his wife in the airplane.
To the children who have been used lustfully by others.
The whole ocean, is sadness.
And I..
Well I am the beach.