Comments Posted By Aviv Cohn

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wayward

hair and little rain bubbles on a red wooden table in my parents backyard
keep me under clouds and long wet grass

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 05.03.2017 @ 2:58 pm

tradition

something nice to cover the top of the stairs and wrap around the lampshade and let different lights in through the windowsill

different wallpapers and paints on the wall

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 01.02.2017 @ 8:58 pm

centered

warm blood and lips and hair singing into plastic cups pulling up my green sleeping bag and rolling it back and under

i made a pool and slept in three colors and slept in my coat

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 12.20.2016 @ 8:07 pm

rural

make something with my mouth and teeth let me feel it sliding down rows and rows and ribs and belly going to stick in me

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 01.12.2016 @ 9:09 pm

pressing

paper skinny and breathing dandelions
singing pink songs with my eyelashes
some sun in my lungs

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 01.07.2015 @ 12:07 am

bicycle

i went around slow movements moved with my teeth and chest moved in my clothes and skin and against myself

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 10.30.2014 @ 10:04 pm

fishing

go fishing in a big deep blue with a hundred yellow bubbles and blue splashing paint streaks and swims and pull down mu throat and spill me out over the rails and pink smells put me on a board go fishing back in sweet blue water

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 10.26.2014 @ 9:19 pm

ground

some pour salt line running blue in the ground under the dirt power of my socks

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 11.05.2012 @ 9:43 pm

walls

purple glass room walls quite dry and with predictable angles

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 10.04.2012 @ 11:56 pm

emptying

listen silly porcelain buckets emptying i was a white sink i was a mouth hold the buckets of my eyes pour out the sink of my penis a big under lip grin a big jaw pulled down by the cheeks

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 06.04.2012 @ 11:25 pm

mineral

Minerals in the grass, no? Why does the sky feel so much more blue today? I went for a walk and everyone gawked at me, I hadn’t yet combed my hair. My stomach like a boat of newspapers.

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 04.23.2010 @ 8:17 pm

recall

I got a big surprise I got a mystery I got a soft recall of all my missing dreams I got a coiled spring I got a piece of sponge I got some lemonade and some cinnamon buns

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 04.25.2009 @ 6:08 pm

cutout

cutout the little paper girl from the bigger cutout the arms from big white walls and cover everything with chalk cut out the mouth from the head

» Posted By aviv cohn On 04.24.2009 @ 6:01 pm

lock

spelt tip her stands to put my fingers deep in the thin black recesses and otherwise to shake incessantly and attempt to pry open for the fornication of an otherwise empty concealment brought to a sullen edge a fine tipped point a magic marker with double blue.

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 01.29.2009 @ 2:32 am

sublime

if my day was somewhat brighter humming smiles and apple cider lying on a lawn without a care.

It would be my sunday mission to be blind to life’s condition and all the things I wouldn’t be thinking would be in the music I was drinking.

But swollen in a carapace and worn out from the working day I’m burning through the tired gaze of soapy eyes and khaki stains

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 01.23.2009 @ 9:50 pm

dance

a sudden dusk of your empty hips and i caught a slow twirling movement

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 01.18.2009 @ 10:53 pm

beloved

all this from my hands my beloved angel i feel unqualified to even speak OF you i feel inadequate and feel clumsy i feel ugly but I wish so much that youd just turn around and look and reassure me all I need is to be reassured

» Posted By aviv cohn On 03.29.2009 @ 11:38 pm

early

oh this was a bit early in the grass this was my tongue in a fat hot mouth all that keeps me warm in the hot dead road

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 09.22.2009 @ 3:48 pm

gloss

still can i stick to you? at least once, one time, let me feel all shiny, maybe we can be covered in sparkles and ooze from the tube

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 12.28.2008 @ 2:14 am

licorice

If I could lie and taste with a bit of sweet and some licorice silliness take some whip burned hands and run and break down the wind im singing in.

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 09.02.2009 @ 2:08 pm

spaces

i can crawl and crawl and crawl and cut my lip on big grey yellow grates and cut my lip while watching purple couches and furniture from the grate top left left window and it’s full of dust here big dirty dust.

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 03.02.2009 @ 11:00 pm

manual

Id be a big something else and id prowl and hunt and Id taste the knife with the fresh red in the timber airand the placemats set for the winter.

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 04.23.2009 @ 1:57 pm

international

my sad little bucket of jellyfish has spilled but ill never be scared to smile again whispering to whatever’s inside my ribs

» Posted By Aviv COhn On 04.12.2009 @ 11:13 pm

provide

mr and mrs. salt will dare to provide. comb the grease out from stuck under my hair and scalp. the deserts of clear skin

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 04.08.2009 @ 2:12 am

suspend

suspened up metal hey justcough and don’t look down dont drop your eggs dont be afraid to be silly or did I say that before don’t be afraid to draw doily hexelograms on your face don’t be afraid to be red

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 11.18.2008 @ 9:33 pm

convertible

the hundred humming tired red caught the edge of the sidewalk and all the fire hydrants and dogs, children and dalmations everyone chasing the water everyone smiling the sky foaming the convertible humming grinning with its headlights pizza slices grinning blood vessels freckles gaps in teeth full stride joggers

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 11.09.2008 @ 11:22 pm

hill

i kept tripping my shoelaces muddy with a grassy hill a bump a sticky soil cutting in a flying perfume

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 10.06.2008 @ 12:08 pm

coal

all the old pumping coal crayon machines leaving ridged greasy smears on pieces of bleached paper which washed up with laundry detergent and rubber on the beach today.

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 08.13.2008 @ 6:47 pm

all the old pumping coal crayon machines leaving ridged greasy smears on pieces of bleached paper which washed up with

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 08.13.2008 @ 6:45 pm

proud

proud as the pumping grey sand fixed to the bottom of my shoes i rub them off every evening after class so as not to contaminate my living space. So i don’t have to clean the carpet with detergents and so I can breathe safer and easier.

» Posted By Aviv Cohn On 09.18.2008 @ 2:45 am

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