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Words

Words fly
through my head
jumbled thoughts
incoherent and incessant.
Pen touches paper,
mind goes blank
I admit defeat.

Words bubble up inside me
scream to be released,
yearn to be seen.



Okay, it sucks but is my first time at actually trying to force something out... I'm blocked, so I wrote about writers block.. heh
 
i can fart poetry
and dribble
like so
pretty patterns
on a canvas

can you let me
stumble on like so?

petty patter
on a grid aglow
Vegas style
for a prancng hobo

yeah fuck me i can write
so eloquent, elegant
explicit idiot savant
a syllogism in bloom
always something missing
to fill up the room

but i
can fart poetry
bawl on demand
and play the harmonica

what else do you ask for
really?
 
along the Courthouse walkway new blooms of yellow tulips
bring me to pause

raindrops capture the bright grey sky
magnified into yellow sphere

I feel awkward standing there
admiring new petals as I would
van goghs sunflower fields,
the improbable scamper of a pygmy armidillo

until the awkward turns to a kind of resentment
that there is not a crowd gathered here with me
cameras pointed to this most rare
most beautiful display
 
life can be death
what good is breath
released without reason
except to put one foot
in front of the other

covering ground
to return to a home
devoid of sound
or soul to greet you there
where only letters, clothing
and scents are left

forming a phantom
of past pleasures
treasures tarnished
by dreams corroded
through calamity

no cause for food to mouth
when memories of past meals
shared together side by side
turns stomach to tidal pool
of gastric acid churning
bitter burning bile

instead consuming myself
has become my meal of choice
as the voice
which once gave purpose
becomes an age old song
I know I have heard before.
 
I walked the long way throuigh the courtyard today
for the first time this spring.

a single branch of white dogwoods
mingled with the pink
 
my new born poems do not even recognize me.
they do not look upon my face and cry "Mother"
instead latch their eyes to Sara or Jane or whoever claims power
and waddle and quack behind them

I wave



My own shadow does not recognize me
I wave
someone told it not to talk to stranges
it tries to run. but I keep stepping on its toes
damn it
 
webbed
tween the toes
makin tracks
and quacks
shadow
stabbed me
in the back
two faced
and expressionless
fuck you with your
repressiveness
i don't care
don't give a shit
about
someone
getting the
credit
i don't deserve
it
we all know
it
so fuck that
goddamn duck
i'll feed it to
the neighbor's pit
as a snack.
 
Lift me from this morose swamp
and elevate my heart
above the gloomy shadows
here where death looms heavy
in the mists of spring.

Look here! There's life
amidst the hungry shades
who devour each warm morsel
of happiness found in the green
of springtime sprouts and shout
for more, when birth is rare.

Mother, show us that ray of hope
and prove that though the ghosts
may haunt the cloudy day
sunshine will pour through the cracks
and show the new the way.
 
methodically
arranging
some bits
of english
with sole intent
to force a hole
right into
your head

drilling
into your
soft
impressionable
vulnerability
with trashy
visions
of what
i'd do to you.
 
and i'm wanting you
with such a
sick
slick and purplish
desperation
that no longer will
i be fulfilled
with anything
short of
anchoring
myself
deeply within
far under your
skin
til i've all
but disappeared.
 
lust is the heat of breath
on the back of your neck

rushed and raspy

a sweaty glide against skin
white knuckle, fingers laced

muscles tensed

then intent slips down
your thigh and none of it
has do with love
 
twist of wrist, fine amber reels
bourbon is smooth
tastes firey

but fingertip heat
sweats the glass
ice melts

clinks against teeth
as the last taste
drains

and there is nothing
hotter than you
between my knees

taking it all down

in one long swallow
 
dripping with
some spent
intent
a seething
burn
the pit of
my gut
alive with
essence
swimming
full up
with potent
see
motioning
me
close enough
to
suck you up
 
body mod
extreme
maybe not

it's still a flesh wound

pierced for pleasure
yours or mine
I don't know

don't care

you'll have to tell me
if it feels as good
as it looks

or if it's just for vanity

if conceit
then at least one of us
gets off
 
4
hours
countless
pricks

sweat dripped
pooled down
around
as a fat vein pulsed

vain
pain
his hot hands
tended to me
rendered me
sighless
after a time

6x8
between the blades
over time
ink always fades
 
Tonight is lost sleep
as dreams slide wet
one into the other

in color
stimulates the mind

erotica hums on through

and I'm buzzing hard
long before the alarm

when it does go off
I'll punch it
snooze

before I'm jerked into reality
 
Tathagata said:
I send you words
dipped in wine
disguised as pleasantries
and beg you
sip slowly
savor
and taste
what I've crafted
from my vintage love for you
Click to expand...

I greet the sun
in you, stretch my arms
past the chill of 6 am
and hug the wind
that travelled miles
to whisper your
good morning.

:)
 
Wisteria wilted
that weeks ago was wild
with bloom, its lavendar showers
a shocking scene against stone
wall and cut grass, the untamed
bursts of spring and youth
and metaphors of sex and renewal
and the warm breeze against skin
holding nothing back, scandalizing
manicured landscaped sod
with effortless force of will,
a visual lure, a flowering siren, a flash
now dull and silent.
 
mind and matter
is it really seperate?
Descartes's principle
says that it is

I'm gemini, twin is nature
dualism is essence
supernatural

close your eyes
and pretend

I know
the variables are unknown
but safe

let it all fall
as nothing else matters

imagination is the plane
where right brain
takes over and where I live

cross over here
nothing is rational
all thoughts are random

it's cerberally appealing
and the enigma is worth it
 
dueling
dualist
i can't do the math
my gift lies
elsewhere
my lies
many lives
feel this
twist
but they keep
hidden
thoughts forbidden
of letting it
all just hang

pretense,
present tense
right here.
 
Nirvana spotted
through a pane of glass
framing the variance
of sun along the barn,
lighting a path on the lawn,
and above peace spreads
a watercolor wash,
a white-capped sea
among pinefeathers
and branches knobby stark,
but budding hints of crabapple.

Namaste, T.

:rose:
 
my spoons are never mirrors not quite
the scratch of steel, nick of edge from
spinning blades, alwayss my fault

i pop out the mouth music from
the hollow og cheek

i put words where they do not belong
I spray them like grafitti on tombstones
and dance bananas across their grave
white dogwoods bloom down my street
just like last year
just like next year
north
north northern bellsring down the rivers
strinking rock and waking the birds
 
just a time of quiet
no tearing plasic packaging
or inventing airplane songs
darkness without the waves of spring to make me dizzy with desire


I want nothing
so I an fill it with you

you and tears and paper torn

I do not want to lose the map
I would have woven your hair into direction


I need moments
before sleep

lying in the back seat, it has been a long trip into midnight
waves of conversation fall muffled
in the wakeful seconds
dreams fill in the blanks

I need spaces
to fill you in
 
you
evading and slipping
out of my hand
the tightest grip
won't hold
you
the hollow within
my belly wide
like a shotgun wound
salting it generously
you
hot and cold
head fucker
leaving the vast expanses
of a frightened me
fuck off
this game is
bullshit anyway
i quit before
you win
again
 
A hole in the head
there wide open
gray meat exposed

literally
whistlin' Dixie

ready for pickin'
Doc
fuck it

skull awe the dim

"i is crazy"

Or so recalled
in last night's terror
only a fool would invite
such an invasion

and I did
the Doc too, until
we were both numb

although I deny
everything
everything is all right

but glare down that last finger
of light, return to black
side of sunset

maybe insomnia will keep

maybe
 
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