it doesn't make a difference
to you
if i'm on my knees
my throat gives
no sussurus
as you begin to squeeze
all i can remember
is serendipity
when i met you please
don't take this away from me
the world only darkens
but my eyes can see
us running through the trees
but now
my broken body leaves
me here forever
with you
my spirit knows it's true
please put mind at ease
don't take this away from me
I'm an onion of ghillie suits,
the capital S Self-decomposing and fertilizing compass roses.
Breath like winds of changing rooms.
Blood pumps mobius-wise. Brain like a plinko slide.
DING! Ten-thousand dollar synapses;
My spirit animal is a six-pack of albatrosses:
one full of Alka-Seltzer,
one reciting incantations in the wind,
one made of dripping wax,
two skulking in the stygian silt of a sussurus.
Antlers rise from my blood vessels --
my only triumphs are war and velvet.
Gordian knots tie me down with each sunrise,
organs sprouting from punctures like sugar snakes.
My teeth ground to arrowheads,
dust in the space between the tusks and du
An ocean v i v i s e c t e d --
A vast channel of _______ separates water from water,
subsuming the siltering seafloor is a hulking cairn
made of cascaded wrecks of passing vessels.
Vessels helmed by those who dared believe
--errantly--
they could reach the heart of the ocean.
Now, their bodies are nothing but evidence
lurking in the causal fashion of the long forgotten
wrecked and strewn and
...resting...
atop a vivarium.
Look closely and you can see the four chambers.
One packed with snow, glowing faintly, prickled with starlight.
Another with an assortment of cuspids and bullet casings.
One filled with pills, tough to swallow, protruding f
My Pendulum, Writhing with
the gravity of incredulity,
swings maliciously. It chooses
too profound ideals; and wavers.
To love. To loathe.
The words, flippant antonyms,
are so similiar to the untrained
ear/heart that my pendulum
undulates thus.
harpstring waves chatter and spring
aluminum on water, scales of hollow zither
the sun hums the melody
to birch and piney chorus
the earth a drum beneath her
summer shifts the key and tempo
vibrant strings sing her praises
grassy heartland beats on tine
her family grows as a vine
climbing the staff in 5/4 time
her hooves crunch fallen leaves
sparklers in her trail
sweeping winds and sharp crescendo
chords of kith and kin
weave a song both keen and simple
-----------------------------------------
winter has its way of halting harmonies
ice bears its weight on her again
get up, percussive legs tap, get up
you hear the howl and horn, y
The sky purrs with electricity,
a little like eggs overeasy.
The sizzle and pop of oven fire,
the buttery glow of filament,
the occluding cloud of flour,
this is the bakery of horror.
Dusk is ham-fisted,
a sledgehammer of romanticism,
smashing young hearts
into love-paste and marriage-dough
with blood ganache spattered on the cobblestone.
Candlelight bubbles through the night
with wrought iron in one hand and wine in the other;
a venom is coiled within,
lithely tuned and orchestrating violins
with sinuous, gelatin treble.
Together they knead, together they toil.
They make flesh simmer; turn sinew with soil.
Spinning the
A Fisheye Lens Poem
A bit of grit between
corner of waffled concrete
with plans to walk over you in
Summers intervention.
---------------------------
Magellan (and the albatross)
The mélange of merlot and streetlights simmered
like a strawberry seed tincture.
The whorl of smoke spoke as
gray ocean waves, breaking
upon my back.
I am Magellan, encircling
global lips, counting
final breaths.
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The Tourniquet
Karma tends to twitch,
but more like a shudder
Kismet breaks
her pirouette in four-four time
while Clarity fantasizes
of spitting in the face of hindsight
When Kismet was bitten
words like windowshades Ink winters white pagination
where Graphite stalagmites are germane
lipscurl spiral unfurls thin strips of lascivity,
a lapdance for linguists and languishers,
a beastiary bleached and wire bound, blinding
ink be a c h c o m b ing.
sand dollars watching a single bird flit and flutter
amongst the flock like a dandelion seed
flicked by god's finger --
it is conscience's vivisected encephalon
spun into a sheet of heart and Fiber.
My pimiento dental infrastructure
swishes liquid concrete and a tenderfoot's copper,
My olive branch hair
perched upon by birch-forlorn finch with plastic sword feet,
The drip-drip is vermouth, veins of marbled blood and tanquerayed
No flower to stem the mist;
just a glass and my penmanship.
The Chemist with A Highball Glass by graft, literature
Literature
The Chemist with A Highball Glass
The storm in your teakettle is escaping but
I know you lit that Bunsen burner.
Like an earthworm burrows through the food chain,
you tend to writhe as you sublime.
And i don't know how you make a Bloody Mary
but,
platelets and Ketel One is fairly nocuous
for distilled chemistry.
it doesn't make a difference
to you
if i'm on my knees
my throat gives
no sussurus
as you begin to squeeze
all i can remember
is serendipity
when i met you please
don't take this away from me
the world only darkens
but my eyes can see
us running through the trees
but now
my broken body leaves
me here forever
with you
my spirit knows it's true
please put mind at ease
don't take this away from me
I'm an onion of ghillie suits,
the capital S Self-decomposing and fertilizing compass roses.
Breath like winds of changing rooms.
Blood pumps mobius-wise. Brain like a plinko slide.
DING! Ten-thousand dollar synapses;
My spirit animal is a six-pack of albatrosses:
one full of Alka-Seltzer,
one reciting incantations in the wind,
one made of dripping wax,
two skulking in the stygian silt of a sussurus.
Antlers rise from my blood vessels --
my only triumphs are war and velvet.
Gordian knots tie me down with each sunrise,
organs sprouting from punctures like sugar snakes.
My teeth ground to arrowheads,
dust in the space between the tusks and du
An ocean v i v i s e c t e d --
A vast channel of _______ separates water from water,
subsuming the siltering seafloor is a hulking cairn
made of cascaded wrecks of passing vessels.
Vessels helmed by those who dared believe
--errantly--
they could reach the heart of the ocean.
Now, their bodies are nothing but evidence
lurking in the causal fashion of the long forgotten
wrecked and strewn and
...resting...
atop a vivarium.
Look closely and you can see the four chambers.
One packed with snow, glowing faintly, prickled with starlight.
Another with an assortment of cuspids and bullet casings.
One filled with pills, tough to swallow, protruding f
My Pendulum, Writhing with
the gravity of incredulity,
swings maliciously. It chooses
too profound ideals; and wavers.
To love. To loathe.
The words, flippant antonyms,
are so similiar to the untrained
ear/heart that my pendulum
undulates thus.
harpstring waves chatter and spring
aluminum on water, scales of hollow zither
the sun hums the melody
to birch and piney chorus
the earth a drum beneath her
summer shifts the key and tempo
vibrant strings sing her praises
grassy heartland beats on tine
her family grows as a vine
climbing the staff in 5/4 time
her hooves crunch fallen leaves
sparklers in her trail
sweeping winds and sharp crescendo
chords of kith and kin
weave a song both keen and simple
-----------------------------------------
winter has its way of halting harmonies
ice bears its weight on her again
get up, percussive legs tap, get up
you hear the howl and horn, y
The sky purrs with electricity,
a little like eggs overeasy.
The sizzle and pop of oven fire,
the buttery glow of filament,
the occluding cloud of flour,
this is the bakery of horror.
Dusk is ham-fisted,
a sledgehammer of romanticism,
smashing young hearts
into love-paste and marriage-dough
with blood ganache spattered on the cobblestone.
Candlelight bubbles through the night
with wrought iron in one hand and wine in the other;
a venom is coiled within,
lithely tuned and orchestrating violins
with sinuous, gelatin treble.
Together they knead, together they toil.
They make flesh simmer; turn sinew with soil.
Spinning the
A warm glow rising from the East:
I've been here before,
yet it was here before me.
I never thought to even ask
and now it's too late.
I see it fading in the West:
the cherry blossom withers.
Where my soul once reflected in you,
there is nothing left,
as nightfall has washed it away.
The world grows colder as it grows darker.
the fire that once burned
is now an ash and an empty box.
Time has come to move on,
if only I could.
It's never been as hard as this,
and it's getting harder.
But I've been here before.
I will be here again.
Waiting for my sunrise.
Toss me another brick
I'm building a wall, you see
you really got me with that last one
but when I'm done, it's gonna be real tall
so tall
but it isn't finished yet
because the bricks keep coming
and it won't be done until all I can see are the bricks
with a tiny hole at the top for light
and air
the hole will be too small for a brick
or you
a shame that I'm bigger than a brick
but I can't stop building
because the bricks keep coming
I dreamt of it
bricks on all sides
a box large and empty
with a tiny hole at the top for light
but then it started raining
rain is small enough for the hole
and my feet are getting wet
I'd b
Fiery azure skies
drift past swirling clouds.
It flies gracefully whilst
sunlight sings white melodies
to squinting eyes.
Mellow waves rise,
white sand cries,
The gold sun lies,
in sweet reprise.
Infinite beyond horizons,
fated beyond hope,
light beyond dark.
It flies gracefully whilst
sunlight sings white melodies
To azure skies
(the view)
Bonded by fire
that breaks the cold wind
Two hearts intertwine
frozen in the flow of time
Silent and listening
to that from within
Birthed to a cold fate
and fated to burn
Like winter's moon
against the nakedness
The blade that cuts too deep
is cleansed by the fire
moves all by itself (moons' on fire, help) by gliitchlord, literature
Literature
moves all by itself (moons' on fire, help)
and as though a pulse
can drive stick, we feel
the shift. a sudden kick-
snaring wary eyes in orbits
separate. i have spit up
a loom, woven thick. stranded
all of us in it; i cannot calculate
the extent. like a tenet
i live on the floor: first penitent,
then arrogant, then quit.
I
Cup of oolong stripped
down to the gilded jigsaw,
puzzling the zodiac masters
in the paper placemat placed in the last booth
scratched in strawberry paint;
a sort of anodized kismet kabuki
static cultural striptease coated in ruby kimono.
II
Drum and flute stitch a drifting pitch from Buddha idols fluid in the
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of the jade bobby pins clicking and bridging the waitress'
hair
becomes verse and chorus
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.
III
Cinnamon vine climbs the samurai paint strokes coaxed with gunpowder of Diet Coke.
Paper parasol plucked like pager numbers from pigeon anklet
harvesting harbored antioxidan
Skin-hair stands straight like sundogs sauntering over cirrus clouds.
Us caught like cats in a toaster oven
listening to the full-thunder moon
and drinking in the afternoon.
My friend is on leave from his duties with the Army in Iraq for a couple of weeks.
In an open letter to the president, I would write:
No broom can clean this mess
but you may be swept up.
Your promises made to the air
will return with a cold draft.
I hope we find the time
to let these young men breathe a sigh.
I keep the keys in my pocket always.
I keep the piggy bank full always.
I keep the prison doors closed always.
I keep the empty bottles in a brown paper bag always
I keep the clanking machinery always.
and I don't keep the necklace you gave back to me.