{"id":4398,"date":"2014-02-02T02:00:47","date_gmt":"2014-02-02T02:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=4398"},"modified":"2014-02-02T02:00:47","modified_gmt":"2014-02-02T02:00:47","slug":"18-of-untitled-poems-colin-winnette","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2014\/02\/02\/18-of-untitled-poems-colin-winnette\/","title":{"rendered":"UNTITLED POEMS pt. 1 || Colin Winnette"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The tour went well because we played major cities&nbsp;<br \/>\nand everyone in a major city loves a good show&nbsp;<br \/>\nand we put on a good show because we are very honest.&nbsp;<br \/>\n<em>We are having second thoughts about all of this<\/em> we announced&nbsp;<br \/>\nand we sold a handful of t-shirts and one hundred DVDs of live performances&nbsp;<br \/>\nin other major cities, so we came up with an idea for our final night&nbsp;<br \/>\non the road. One of us would fire a loaded gun at the other\u2019s chest&nbsp;<br \/>\nand we would then know if we were meant to be brutally honest performers&nbsp;<br \/>\nor if we had wound up here by twists of fate and weakness&nbsp;<br \/>\nof will. You loaded the gun and I called the promoter&nbsp;<br \/>\nand we filled an amphitheater in the most major city&nbsp;<br \/>\nand I prepared myself for the shot and you fired&nbsp;<br \/>\nand nothing happened until you started screaming&nbsp;<br \/>\n<em>it\u2019s fake it\u2019s fake it\u2019s all fake we faked it it was all fake all along<\/em><br \/>\nand everyone cheered and rioted and took to the streets<br \/>\nwith us on our backs, carried by the crowd, floating above them<br \/>\nuntil they threw us through the plate glass window of a furniture store<br \/>\nand we landed on a couch and the crowd gutted the store<br \/>\nand flooded the streets while we sank into the cushions<br \/>\nand were carried along the streets, which were getting darker<br \/>\nand darker because the bulbs in the street lamps kept popping<br \/>\nlike champagne corks and we were silent and still<br \/>\nbecause we did not know what to make of it,<br \/>\nall of this brutal support.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n_____________________<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"500\" height=\"400\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/vCwfPYqjOTo\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><br \/>\n_____________________<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nYou were punching hearts out of the sky like a carnival game.<br \/>\nYou spent every dollar you had, every cent, and you hit some,<br \/>\nbut you missed even more. That was frustrating, seeing the small<br \/>\npercentage of what you\u2019d accomplished, a few holes here and there<br \/>\nwhere hearts should be, punched out of a horizon of hearts, more<br \/>\nthan anyone could really know what to do with. You set out<br \/>\non an epic quest, in search of wild dogs that could help you, or bears,<br \/>\nsomething with sharp teeth and claws. You found a clutch of rabbits,<br \/>\nyoung rabbits, but they had sharp teeth and looked hungry, so<br \/>\nyou started throwing hungry rabbits at the sky, and they sank<br \/>\ntheir teeth into the horizon of hearts there and blood poured out<br \/>\nlike a row of tiny fountains, showering all the rooftops and all the people<br \/>\nin the town below.<em> What have you done?<\/em> they demanded.<br \/>\n<em>You\u2019ve made a mess.<\/em> They had torches, like you were a monster.<br \/>\nThey had handguns and pitchforks and angry dispositions.<br \/>\nThey had come to bring you out. To get you gone. They fired<br \/>\ntheir handguns into the air, warning shot after warning shot<br \/>\nand the rabbits fell like snow in Vermont and  you begged<br \/>\nfor them to leave you be, to let you alone, and they yelled<br \/>\n<em>this is no place for you to have done what you\u2019ve done,<br \/>\ntake your blood and get gone; gather every last drop. <\/em><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n___________________<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"500\" height=\"400\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/AvTr8y7Y-Tk\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><br \/>\n___________________<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nYou were in a forest and one of the trees sprung a leak.<br \/>\nA branch broke or a bit of bark cracked, and blood poured<br \/>\nfrom the wound and started soaking into the moss at your feet.<br \/>\nYou tried to walk it off, to ignore it, let it resolve itself<br \/>\nbut the forest filled and filled and you were lifted from the earth<br \/>\nby a small wave of dark blood. It tilted you, placed you<br \/>\non your back and carried your through the trees and over<br \/>\na bunch of small hills, along with a few sheep<br \/>\nand these odd-looking fish,<br \/>\nand these odd-looking birds,<br \/>\nand these odd-looking clouds in the sky,<br \/>\nnone of which could you get a very good look at<br \/>\nbecause you were up and down and in and out of what carried you,<br \/>\na small wave of dark blood that you were swallowing<br \/>\nand bleeding from your eyes and ears and mouth as you tried to sing<br \/>\nsome song I used to sing to you, when you were very little<br \/>\nand doing fine.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n______________________________<br \/>\n<strong>Colin Winnette<\/strong> put out a book of fiction with Spork Press, but that doesn&#8217;t mean they&#8217;ll like his poetry. He gets that. He lives in San Francisco.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The tour went well because we played major cities&nbsp; and everyone in a major city loves a good show&nbsp; and we put on a good show because we are very honest.&nbsp; We are having second thoughts about all of this we announced&nbsp; and we sold a handful of t-shirts and one hundred DVDs of live [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4398","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4398","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4398"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4398\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4398"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4398"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4398"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}