/ consequences of hustle /

/ consequences of hustle /

hustle - swelling and pulpy, co.active in the breach, the beat near ready, the pulse increase as the cheeks flush, rushing to the knees, rush on, hush on in the dark rooms, in the city glaring neon streaks of train and tail.light, gathering to punch and run, the beat at the ready, as all out semper fi the tweak to highpitchfork sounding, hush of travel, consequence of running your daily hustle in the fast lane, the growing bodies, neon in the night light, swallows all shadow, the so so soft semblance, here we are, standing, unrequited, in the callous club, dub dubbed down, where the wallowing of our slumbering feet, push back the beat, trees to lockstep shellblast, consequence of modern melancholy, we were run, we were from, all points across, pillars under the ocean, the gastric system, stellar in the wind down, proximity of pericardium, pushing to swell, as we swoon to your hustle.


© Bryan McLean May 8, 2010
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#48hrmag #poetry #submission http://48hrmag.com

[ .the.standing.people. ]

[ .the.standing.people. ]

all in grey boy, fighting in the early summer light, to win out, wanderlust lines caking at the maw, the spun round love in the playground, at worn out, starting out again, sunshine days all wrought with eager expectations, as we all welcome the sun-time, ready for the on coming season, ready for the run of river, shade of sheltering people, old and oscillating, watching over all we do, and sharing all we see.


© Bryan McLean May 7, 2010
043/100:2

{ .while.I,wait. }

{ .while.I,wait. }


rush
              of skin

           hush

        of hearth
                                     lush
                   of lips
                                               bitten



© Bryan McLean May 6, 2010
042/100:2

[ .the.best.of.me. ]

[ .the.best.of.me. ]

you have to know
that I'm always here
this mouth
this match
this burning spark
it's in your pocket
waiting for you
to pull it out


© Bryan McLean May 5, 2010
041/100:2

[ .as.the.giants,coalesce. ]

[ .as.the.giants,coalesce. ]

sand so eternal, in between your tugging toes, sun set so high in your hair.. as the giants of collisions ride the night, as irradiated dust clouds are moving as agents, as the gaseous monsters consume, coalesce.. all in the dark mass of night.. as, close, you ride to me.. your mouth consumes me, irradiated, as we coalesce and collide,
all in the dark mass of night.


© Bryan McLean May 4, 2010
040/100:2

[ .syntactic.expletive.commentaries.from.your.needles. ]

[ . syntactic . expletive . commentaries . from . your . needles . ]

yup, time to start selling out, to start doing as I please, stop being a pussy, and fuck as much pussy as I want to.. commercialize the propaganda machine.. as the only solid way to connect with others now is clearly through the glaring daily marketing that feeds, forcefed, intra-venus-ly, vulva to pendulum, feeding that says buy me, buy my shit, buy this shit so you can fuck this girl or that guy, or both, at the same time if you can talk them into it.. hey we're marketing, we don't judge or fucking care as long as you buy our shit so you can tell all your other friends or fuck buddies so that they'll also buy the shit that we are selling you, from corner to skyscraper..
so time to sell out the simplicity of subtlety.. because no one is listening..
fuck you world, bullshit world. fuck you.


© Bryan McLean May 3, 2010
039/100:2

[ .at.night,the.train. ]

[ .at.night,the.train. ]

moving as does motion pull, the tug, in all its falling weight, gravity-inertia working against my dirtyboy demeanor, compassion not my strong point, wanting eyes do wander, the tracks click to the beat, involuntary muscle once again defenceless, senseless, as that falling weight of words and winking pulls me to closer you.


© Bryan McLean May 2, 2010
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