Poetry
Wards and Blunders
This my account for a being vain
Bennie and the Agkistrodon
My darling want-on’s someone
Who?
They can go any place
I see the whole world
In their face!
And though I just got my passport
I’ve always been on the chase
To give bite to every little thing
Love
Redefine taste
My favorite little flavor consort
Redirect my pace
A teeny weenie opium
Dust
Across my whole life
Lain
A picture perfect image incase
You haven’t had one before?
Can’t wait to see you again
And tell tale of our escapades
Ether on the couch and floor
Done dull razor
Bades
I’mma take it all with me
Be smiling in the grave
Told y’a about the big big score
Told y’a be not afraid
Suppose I want to live my life
Under rock
Hiding in a cave
And what’s more
wants more
Once more?
Rush more?
Bennie and the Agkistrodon
Your heads not on a mountain
It’s hiding in a cave
Dawn
knocked up the quiet split by fits of passion
He told me no one is writing good stories
the choirs
verse
my pen and journal in my purse
had written one for him so adoring
I chance the trance
a chance a curse
a chance that I might be caged in the Earth
as it’s warming
Vacancy at the Hearts O’motel
Helps wanting
Only the escorts to sell
And he tells me he’s horny
My lips were tight before today
Sharp as ever
But with less to say
Still
Hope he heeds my warning
Step back if I beckon
Step back because I’m selling pleasure
And getting tats by the freeway
The cards may say and cups may indicate
Love, emotion, and so longing
Fashion your fashion not to futures ashen
But to this very morning
Apart from things I long to utter
That might convert you too lover
Somethings got me soaring
Poems
Debates
Half woke dreams of taste
Read as a dirty third party watching the warring
Beautiful
No sure thing
Beautiful
No sure thing
The steam still churns my cheeks to an orangey pink
Poetry drools out
Always
But drips to flow south
In the read womans presence
Might this gesture abhor me
Folded hands against chest
Alms and arms crossed and pressed
Paying for the soft of each other’s extended necks
Whisper told me predestined
Sure, the moneys more than
I was expected to think
And I could linger in shredded newspaper bed
But someone’s slip had scored me
Flash storm
Down, poor
Humidity
For 7 minutes the sky stood undistilled and adorning
The rain that day
Delay
Per Diem
Museless, inert
The more hearing sold
The deafer ears met
Travelers of the night, traders caravan, crescents fickle light
Obscured paths of unhardened clay
Unreasonable response
An afterlife in Paris or punishment in America
The damage?
Reasonable
But more than I’m willing to pay
Under sell same sky
Malady
A driver, a horse drawn carriage awaits
Teller, beware bargain
Brokerage
Bond
Bounty
From such gauche estates
My dreams
Per diem sequestered
In exchange
Gio
Zeroed in to new class-
“Es” and “ifs”, and “is”, and “ications”
“-fied” I would need no more time
Further into the breach
I blind, punch and tag
And price by dime
For consummating frameless beds
Spinning orbits around your head
Stretched and bent
Canned and canvased
Tin
I’m over you like one of those French girls,
(Pre-Copernican yet heliocentric)
Watch them go
the new animal
Bipedal ingenious
Innovating coffees with room for crémer
They draw lines
make wheels
Use tools
They plot the dots
And need I say that that is a lot
But for heaven’s sake,
They just can’t connect them
(Have you guys been to the new dive on 3rd st? I hear it’s awful)
The tires spin but give no ground
You gotta earn it kid
Then come back around
Star catcher, roof smoker
Charming poor, sentiment broker
As if you weren’t everything to me and more
(Well they had their moment and now they can take their disposable income elsewhere)
Her pointy shoes clap and clack
With the rhythm of the subways battered track
Well, we can overdub
But that dance was to avoid the bars
Too filthy for my hands weak heart!!!
Wilde via wave
Having never known the pleasure of bourgeoisie
And surely unaware what a trip like this cost me
Hedonistic, aesthetician
Wish I could join your mission
But the word wasn’t to be pleasure it was to be privilege
(Settle down and let me finish)
If I’ve said anything it’s that the chef really knows the difference between a good and bad piece of spinach. She hand-picks the produce every day, and y’a know it kinda really makes all the difference.
Interlude
Getting dumb and numb at the function
Cloak of Wildfire
Cleopatra’s Needle was a pleasant surprise
“The Youth
Beautiful for Love
Like the orb of the sun
When he shines in the horizon” –Ramses II
~~~Actions are closer to divinity than appearances~~~
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Jarred and brined
Preserved with good intent
Aged patient, catatonic life
Decide
And the jar fell to the floor of the cellar for what?
For whom? Whomst?
How will I get home?
A to C
Skipping steps
at the Liars Club
posted up with ghouls and savage
intuition kills
But so does everything else
Candy-made too flat (“you’re not a witch”)
Full strength
Half measured
Borrowed power
Preening feather
I’m a vase
and I’m tethered
to a snake
and I’m weaving gestures
what do you think I want your soul for
to decorate
my glass jars
to put it in a caldron
to put it in a potion
to make someone else fall in love with me just cause I can
just cause I’m so hungry
swear ill swallow you whole
ill swallow you
ill swallow you
~~~Marnin’ teh yeh~~~
Poppycock
Today I clean her apartment
Today I do her laundry
I continue to give heart
How I can
I continue mine sweetness and blessing
and give without expectation of reward
How I can
my trust no
No
My faith in others is my trust
in myself
I am
my love,
she sets my hair behind my ear and whispers a soft good morning as light pierces the blankets over my windows
And when i strum lute or brush in hand stroke paint to canvas it is her hand over mine that guides ever trembling wrist
she will not die
I run
I pass
And hand in mine presses lips against it
I become her as she whispers good morning to another us as light pierced the blankets over our windows
~~~Massive tokes jabroni~~~
Careen
You knew.
I nearly melt when you light my cigarette or call me darling,
I woe
and avoid ring to the gazette
my heart abandoned before
Caught and caged
Starling
Shoplifting suffragette
Bloody “telephone”
Bedside wonder
Newspaper
Collage covered walls, your bass in my lap, my ass on your floor
What
is your name?
What
is your favorite color?
Cut and laced
Opaque
Dullard
Swallow
African or European?
Still getting to know know “each other”
Prince of Swords
He knocks twice
Knowing the goddess shares my bedchamber
Shave and haircut
Grace
Gusto
lovers lips share lore
“You kiss like someone I know”
How convenient we knew and will know
amore
the next lifetime contains familiar characters
From the ones
Once or twice before
Star paths crash
Cross
Collide
Line up
Maybe ours will again over coffee tea or wine
Envy every future self
Her composure turns canary from
weather
worn azure
Next lap we’ll have fire
Chopin
Each other
to keep the fall, cold Nuit
warm
~~~wizards rule~~~
420
Long did I court envy heeding her every desire
How regal she looked in green
As she held me under swampy mire
Begotten by throws of youth
An inexpugnable azure flame
Well-kept wick, sharpened nail and tooth
Resurgent when throats pressed too tight to wire dame
rests my soul asleep midday
And lights knight to keep wolves at bay
Birthed cursed or worse, born pact with shame
A Raven hearts bruised
forever maimed
Sharp farts that may leave thy tongue
Tarry careful lest they turn ‘round
take lung
As you Smother, and smolder yourself amidst your methane haze
As you lather, rinse, repeat
bathe
In Brazen dung
Under gold paint
makes matter explosive
against hearts keen
Blaze
“I Wonder Why”
when I miss you, I wonder if you can feel it. Does your nose twitch, does your head itch, should a quick stretch pop me out of a joint?
I am doubtful, a selfish thought I entertain lest it pester me as I recollect us sipping your silence, intoxicating as wine we share and even more potent, spirituous your song.
Its unconscious methodology. Observations for appetite, thoughts ideas opinions follow, analysis and inquisition after; and what it did to my heart to hear you
ask “why”?
“Why”, throw gasoline on the fire.
“Why”, is like a wooden drum of gun powder.
“Why”, what is like first breath post choke.
A gasp
What’s more, you do my heart dirty preceding “why” with “wonder”. You “wonder
why”
so I must sit in it
and wonder.
The world needs, the world wants, the world asks of paltry favors and pleasantries
and you “wonder why”
When you “need”, when you “want”, you dream
when you “need”, when you “want”, you’re already attempting to.
So
That when you “need”, when you “want”, you’re already making it happen.
So
It is no wonder I wonder,
“I wonder why”,
I love you
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Obsessed again
And how you adore
it so
Facto
Fuck it, change-o
A shutter at the shitter
Whenst
Hearts bliss learnt
To make toilet wine
Crisp
Dry
Fruity
From the tender meaty tendons of tenets
Distilled
Refined
Learnt?
A laugh
What they won’t want
this love of mine
Whomst cells quiver
whomst death sentence, grifter
Whomst hooded head should look down
Shut up
Stay in line
And wait for mornings horn
To shrill these ears to shine
Despite no sin
Despite no proof
Despite no crime
Hers before I awake
dominates my dense tiny little mind
Cross that bridge
Would if I could
Light my lips
and burn my books
Searing my skin
Ah!
Smells seductive as it cooks
Guilty of arsen
And blowing smoke in heavens eye
Intellectual Property
Au chante my sweet
Yonder morning
Clubs
Baton, Uptown
Lounge
Each morning sees sun
Kenneth all the way from Bristol
Is drunk on the people hunt
Threatening
with missiles
A “favorite” of the doves
Won’t you please plant one on me
Signed sincerely
-the kisser
I couldn’t love you anymore
Mama protect her cub
Sure been acting ignorant
Wanna tell me how come
Couldn’t take it as given
Drink it from the pump
I’ve been feeling broken
How are you?
having fun?
I remember bringing home flees
Tending to their cuts
~~~Just in case~~~
Burgeon
By that gods knead
I have mission
Sent
in cold rain my hand stretches to touch yours
And assists in the slow ascent up soaked spiral stairs
See that it hoofs, hurries and huffs
Obscured fact that the summit is within little sum of distance
Lift your head!
Focus your vision!
Cloud coverage has come
of these magical mountains
you have convinced yourself prison
Having practiced grace
How dainty wrist stiffs in truth
as I play witness
To her courage that slays dragon
As she starts to mold an earth
Which she had only once imagined
Gutless
Eye gain
Why try
When words aren’t worth their spit
Scarlet Woman
So called
Insane!
It’s easy
With teeth alpha
Centauri
Rigil, Toliman, Kentaurus, Proxima
What shapes made you?
On lower plane
Waste washed
Between circuitry
As above
As above
She communion and complain
~~~I thought the cold war was over~~~
Petites Choses. Présence
Love, I learn
is people trying to choose prisons?
staying up all night attempting to make out
the most
of my life
waste it all on something I made myself
fantasized
hype
Over hotels for a home
Tattooed on the inside of your eyes
Dithering spats
sharp turns
off in cursive words
at the front of the
class
war happens every day
Bring your own caste
The effect of a scent
I wish I could smell again
Caught you
Waft
And I re-examine your sins
Weight
Rude
Gun point
self indulgent grave
see him sit
the end of the bar
feigning a feathers attention
she spills her guts
buys drink
Pace
Eros
Invention
~~~So that’s how you like it huh?~~~
Jane
My baby’s not as strong as she lets on
But she’s the strongest
person
that I know
And if feeling more than she does is wrong
Then I guess I got no
place left to go
I really missed you so I wrote this song
And I tried to make sure not to write in my code, I really
wanna kiss you on your roof at dawn
I
Look at your picture
And I know what is wrong
I really miss y’a and it’s easy as that
You reflect on my future I reflect on my past
And
were things different
I’d still be stuck in this trap
Of your eyes and your smile
It really ain’t bad
My baby’s not as strong as she lets on
But she’s stronger than she’ll ever know
And knowing she’s out there
Keeps me calm
When life tears my tush
When I’m feeling so-so
I wish for wisdom
I pray for smokes
Or something like you
That I can devote
My spirit, my mind, my life, and my hands
That I may soar weightless
Revel
Once damned
Be your Jane
Signs on command
Corpus christi
Kant be cant
You’re my atlas, Adonis
Prometheus,
the fire won’t go out
once its been lit
FeAu étalon
I fail to look away
Constrained by this strangers saccharine features
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As together we contemplate our maligned place
Across table
Compelled to run my thumb across his jaw
So I might bleed for his
A fractured face
Which is evident even before a moments past
his word
Kept together not with scar tissue
But kintsugi
a constant process
By the intense heat and gold
Molten
Cast
just beneath the surface of this man’s pretty little skull
And taste the iron just beneath my own
Wishing i was wire to wrap myself around him
as I wrap my head around studded stud
And gauge
by tongue split sniff
How his stark nose might lock with mine as curtailed lips kiss
~~~Foreman and I were necking at the arcade~~~
I Want to Stack Rocks
be a stay at home girlfriend
Retire from the public eye
Throw the occasional function
My office is on the beach
The receptionist holds my calls
If they want they can find me
taking lunch with a pack of gulls
Diana forgive me for my obsolete images of my place in the world
I want to give back the grace I’m given
All my earlier impressions make me want to hurl
I’ve been trying to find reason in the vacuum of logic
I’ve been trying to live decent
As a person whose trauma makes them skeptical of even the definition of the word promise
And I promise you I’m trying
Im not just looking to live life
Looking to get laid
I do it because I have to
I know word is as much the same
as Ozymandias statue
or a child’s sand castle
Piss sails in the winds current direction
It only takes a shift in that to get my feet wet and in
The problem is me, the pressure I apply is the cause of the depression
I just wonder why and just how many times I’ve had to relearn this lesson
Something told me I was here to fight hate
I’ve been hated so long I just want to leave a positive impression
set a good example for someone who’s more qualified for the profession
I want to start writing love letters to all my hearts foregone blessings
Seal them and stick them in a drawer
say Cupid was exercising creative expression
Shooting shapes
Reworking dimensions
Flexing their little bow arm
Playing to attention
In the hopes I ask some necessary questions
~~~Take names? What am I going to do with a bunch of names?~~~
The Glory of Venus
Shiva
Hidden to men
Around the corner
Her grace
Light like lighting
As I can only bare to reach and curl my two fingers
out to her
Fluttering knees
Legs made wings
Flames lick face
Melting in Liliths tongue
Atah
Atah
Atah
Flex before me
Fold me well
beyond beholden and well past
the threshold of nonbeing
Immolation my offering
Pierce my flesh
test my desire
Taste this devotion
Like fruit ripe inside
Applied as necessary
Divine, I
soothing lotion
To you
Disconcerting eye
Counting the multitude of paths
Whilst walking one
Pied
Lives Once Lived
break crawling up the sand of the shore where I now lay.
I did not go far
Neath veil
Veil
Neath illusion
Illusion
Prosperity being the highest
How can success be measured having slit mankind’s arms for centuries
Only to show scars
Instead of understanding,
changed behavior
What progress?
The water washing the backs of my ears
The Staatsburg Memorandum
Worlds emerge within themselves
Limit the soul should you like
expect it not
to limit you
nor time
nor anything
for now
you are that matter
but not that alone
Maybe Seurat left out the lines
for you
to draw in
Not work for me
A shutter from my tremors in theory should at the proper frequency phase the spirit beyond
NOW
perceivable reality
Perhaps even the shatter or transport the corporeal
Inconceivable power and consequences
within the imperceivable spaces between
Hidden
Without, without-ness
In-action
How taut
Torrid
Traceable
A stretch
stings
a string of possibilities
a stench,
Ass
