all of a sudden passion suddenly

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consciously, audaciously
concepts of infinity
befuddle me muddle me
thinking of life
as tweaking, as creaking
on loose planks
of front porch
cane back rocking chairs,
lulling squares
with false bottoms
a split in the seam
unseen --- between
good holes are better
than bad holes infinitum
they grow and I knit
my brow
my bones
and a rainbow colored blanket
for your prosthetic heart...
that you wouldnt even need
if you hadnt met me
 
the one by four
floor
may crackle
with turbulence-
my friend,

senses altering
blue nights,
hourslong, the machinery groans
under Gothic arches,
grinding the stars electric sources for any power.

The cathedral
remains-
alongside
the 2 rivers.
 
your soul I crave to know again
though many years have kept apart
our frictions give so much
pleasure and pain I crave to taste
come lie with me and cradle time
infant in my eyes that grows
stronger when I think of you
stars are born and galaxies cry
with every ache to know your soul
a little of that craving dies

please talk with me
 
train kitten
shakes me with
voice whitsles...

steel wheels
brought you right
here.

slight noise of
mutual friction

clack and shove-
eyes
talking.
 
In this town the rain
makes jewelry
of the hydro wires,
the jewels are rhinestones
not diamonds.

The sun draws up the
forgotten rain,
birthing new clouds
for later rain
and making the road
a blinding strip of
fool's gold.
 
today in this realm
it is the first day
shorts day

freedom from sweatpants
microfiber jackets
and too many layers
of confining clothes

soon to feel that turkey
from months ago wedged
in ultra tight crotch
and waist band buttons
undone
for another week
or so
 
sterilize my eyes, oh please

untangle webs within
death-grip hold
determined by slick and slide
one foot, one hand
snatch and grab or pull away
from straight and narrow,
left or right, get a life
walk backwards, for a change

distill life from condensate
cistern steep, well deep
meanings are easy to grasp
with open mind
inches out of reach

angry threads weep
a cloth stained bitter
with them bitter fightin' words

and yes, gray matters
when it blends natural edge
with false-n-fancy
rouged-up life
 
such a klutz
I weave this quilt
of be or not to be
with gnawing guilt
of knowing me
from skin to guts
but wield my words
so clumsily
in sight ot this

just a fool
I play my act
so unresolved
distasteful
drained of tact
improper tool
to do the job
but now involved
in humble praise
in sight ot this

just my joke
a grinning face
unworthy of
what this evoke
of gold and grace
and blinded still
I kneel and wait
in sight of this
 
2/25/04

Slightly chilling breeze will soon give way
To furious sand & dust devils
Consumed by howling
Sudden winds of spring
& pieces of February
Are spit out like twigs
& spatters of icy breath upon the ground
Remind that cold is not so far away
But neither is spring
If you'd just turn around
:)



for the Fool
 
all of a sudden passion
broken down lessons learned
no reverie expected
just a wide swing Tremolo
 
we withdrew the streets that time walks

flame wiil draw the oxygen.


walked into a field of vision.

stilll treddin on a hallowed gun hey babe.
 
Now, don't get me wrong
I am, after all
just another
consumer

lined up
with the rest of the sheep
to be bestowed my share
of New and Improved.

But please,
at least,
sell me something
not my own.

A concept
not regurgitated
from what I emptied out
with yesterday's litter.

A lifestyle
without the need
of the foreboding sticker:

Things May Appear Larger

than life.
 
shotgun shit storm
freeze and squeeze
please the porn factor
of pumping that shaft
for another round
bellowing your big balls
to a world grovelling
at your fucking feet

or cut it out
come with me
I'll pick you up
feed you water
and patience
all the time
you'll ever need

to speak
instead of scream
 
scratching post

best thing I have found for an itch
is a little wet lick and
spit and then
a cool blow
to replace the itch with shiver
gooseflesh chill


or front teeth bite
around mosquito bump
sliding side to side pressure
replace itch with pain
then numb


what do you got
to replace my itch
Mr. Calomine?
 
drum beats
a real big yearn
having it
them
not the greatest speller
means great lover
this posting place
right?

look for buttons
pressure points
rip rip tear embrace
warming up

who I want is in the air
am I stupid, who I want
is in the air and is.
no formula here, no city
no lonely country roads
with bandanas, swords and electronics
no credentials
hid confidentials
my own increduals

men and women
the way they used to look
on album covers
all knarly
all knowing thugs
all pimped out like my daugher says

come a way
come down a peg
give a sway
end of poem
 
down body

soaped
few know about
washer knocks
rap rap rap
in time with spring wind chimes
that clank and ashame and churn
cause the burn and devastation and crank rape pull downtofloor knee bleeds

morning is so lovely, it is so pink
the friends inside me house will be leaving on next flight or float, bus or camel

back in the town sherriff has a shot and saddles up old Bess for another last ride down Crazy Creek way
a bunny lurks
mag glass
shot glass
tipping manual jag
 
name drop

gentle friends the riders
all 6 and one half
bridled up and kitch, sitch whatever stitch
grazing the keys glancing qwerty
learnd to spell and spend and lust
os os oh sheet

always a poem needs to go way down
into a tunnel aor a hole or a deep
dark very mingled space unlike, not liked, unfriendly and definatly razor reverse

sharp

cut a path, make a furrow fucking slot for plantinginging

all kinds of drawings down here
don't look
not done
open things
pretty ladies and Jack Bruce
 
phantom pain

got body parts
doing calculus
that should not be so very well integrated
subdermal
subcutaneous
sublingual insertion
just
like
that

wouldn't have been recommended
by another such writer
bitten digits
bloodlust doll parts

don't presume you know the best or the wroset of it yet

and if I say worst know I mean worst

cut off in my sleep

and dreaming
it was still
attached








if I had a signature I would definately show it
to you
 
here buy, I do complain
proclaim this day as
I return
your rubber band day
day break and moonshines
hot, it was fun but
I'm so tired of it
pulling
from 3000 miles away
only to get popped back
snapped and laughed at
without so much
as a twist of your knife
while I look at your face

and when you remove the key
from my babydoll
wind up back
pull gently dont scratch
my vertebrae
I will need that spine
to stand up to you
next time
I am weak enough to love you
 
deisel burns

operater
head turns
eastern white pine
waiting for later

snow white birch
buds aglow
drive
go with the go.
 
you

tell me

my back down

hands swirl

stirring this

word bowl

leaning

for

the

glistening

skin

the joke aint on us

black eyed susie got me workin in the rain.




:heart:
 
how many lives have I lived
and squandered all
in just a few years

I remember being bleary-eyed and crying
planting flowers by the pond
worried, no
I knew I'd never see them bloom
cause I was dead and no one else
had even noticed

doesnt apathy suck?
my own, I mean, not yours
or his or theirs
but double blossomed daffodils
didnt have to care,
they bloomed with me still here
and they would have bloomed
if I had gone..so whats the point?

there is none, except that I finally
figured out
that I didnt plant those bulbs for me
I buried that part of myself
along with them
and all that miserable
pain and doubt grew back
as hope and sun bright blooms
to remind that dark days led me
to poem and life and finally
back into the light
 
minsue said:
I posted on here drunk one night. Can I delete that one? :D

Hell no, only children and drunks tell the truth. :)

baise a rottle
tall a coast
howl the roof down
to cruch into pulp
the last struggling patches
of sobriety
swing the spring
of this insane society
celebrate your breath
however spirit stained
it heaves in out
to keep you higher
than this
swilling spilling
complement

scream along
to a sing-song
right or wrong
badly tuned
mind marooned
golden gong-gong

then grab that mighty
more-than-sword
and scratch a chord
of chained words
into something, anything
close to comprehensive

and dang ditty
if it ain't poerty
seeping through


(Hey, a spree, I'll go submit it. :cool: )
 
it doesn't work that way
because I like leopard and zebra
under my clothes does not mean
I want them on my table


you just do not get it sometimes

tonight I return prints
meant for underneath places

dial numbers
to a blue glow screen
wondering who I have become
and how much
I will become it more


i do not like that last line
I so rarely like the last line
unless the poem has had a chance
to age at least one hour

sink in

and tell me
how it wants to end


how will we end?
certainly not like this
 
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