all of a sudden passion suddenly

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i forgot how dance was exercise
muscles standing, stretched
from curling
stomach muscles held
taut firm
hips ground circles
waist grinds
every way around
legs crouch
delicate paused sway
straight arms stretched
and bend
push air
arced neck
rolling head slow
shoulders twitch
tensed hold
twist, rotate
and the move
flows through
and down
to tipped toes
and rigid soles.
 
Tenor Sonnet

Plaintive tenor ballad why must you be so
mean to me, baby? Why must your tone lilt
whisper hollow but insistent as though
all the stars fell down from the sky, were spilt
to measures coaxed to pour out of the bell?
Your breath to my soul, harmony of blues,
and you a ghost that cast me in a spell
of past and pain and nothing left to lose
before the window, drinking at the bar,
or scraping heels along an avenue,
stretching the timeless years the nearness far
away from me into the fog of you.
I ain't got nothing but the blues baby,
bitter deep and sweet as muse baby.
 
Float me on your notes
to feelings long forgotten
touch with tones soft and somber
loves and family thought buried
lift them from the past in to present
dancing
laughing
with arms spread wide
waiting to welcome me back
to who I was
and am
and will be

Touch me
Float me
Lift me
Renew me
 
he was correct
dangerous synapse and
isolation
produces

such fragmented
visitations and readings of

manuscripts
honeyed by accidental
inspiration,
the history of toil
comingling as in a flashflood's
aftermath and the
dirty sheetrock has
gotta be
knocked out.

the building sags,
doors need new paint-


but long gone
i will last hear-- hear reluctantly the moan of the old building-
of the the
two story-(ies)

the shift is about to begin,

*up long passes, fearless on the outside-
drop down into chickenshit land, copper tailings and whore parks all lit with tiny signs*

but a pensisula-
connected
with the wires i packed and
the synapse
mine,


admmitedly just mine.

leadshoe and leadbelly and big box choir chords-


save me for a minute....guts music. my longshot plan


* a little chuckle in the nonspeakable night-*

think I will read on the bus.
 
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in the still night the river
sings

wash your toes in the green water and
skip a rock-
 
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It doesn't matter eventually.
All the pain that eats away
what we think is left of heart
gnaws right down to bone
sucks up marrow, absconds
with whoever you once were,
just leaves a soul ill-fitted
in skin like a too-big glove.

Everything shrinks. You can't
eat and your stomach is tight.
You ache. No fever, just an ache
from being stepped on, stepped
away from, over like something
in the way, and the one thing
that might knit up the raveled
sleeve of care eludes, eludes.

I wet a clean washrag and run
the cool cloth over your skin.
There's nothing left to wash
away that can be. Nothing
left but the ruins of a once
good heart that still sparkles.
Less. More space between
each diamond twitch, but
music still plays, Smiles and
swallows. Close your eyes.

It's almost night time. I feel
the breeze at the screen.
 
I fell into the abyss
coffin by coffin.
No ghouls shrieked,
no comforting spirits smiled.
Just me. Alone.

Last of the tribe.
No one else's memory left
to share dogwood trees,
ice-skates slipping
down the Delaware,
hot chocolate secrets,
and sandy beach toes.

Imagination or bust.

I am small with loss,
big with remember.
If I smile at you
in the grocery aisle,
would you mind if I think
the family of man is my family?

No one fits and everyone
fits. We live under the same sky.
Sometimes
that's enough.
 
fawnie said:
sensual tongue
speak to me a thousand words
of your poetic passion

lick them to me
one by one
bathing wanton flesh
with lovely meter
perfect rhyme.

succulent words
that draw climatic endings.


Returning
to find on his pillow,
her panties,
still
damp

Breathing the musk
of sweat and lust
trapped in the silk

Teasing inside his own cheek
with his tongue
remembering her taste

and the feel of wet velvet

Wearing a silken mask
his want grows
tight in his fist

Drawing his desire
down into a pearl drop
of timelessness

Erupting in sticky abandon
wet white ectoplasm
on bronzed flesh

Breathing
Remembering
Feeling her tongue on his chest
like a cat's

Sleeping
Dreaming
of silk and sweat
and his lover
Returning

:rose:
:kiss:
 
stopping short of completion

almost afraid to breathe, almost
afraid, all day a catch in my stomach
each breath stopping short of completion

midnight passed but not yet morning
ruin the darkness with sixty watts
and still that catch that just won’t stop

thankful for ability to justify
this blatant disregard for twilight with words
that might one day be soothing
to someone whose heartache is greater than mine

in less than an hour two inches of rain
a world now drenched and westerly wind
pushing stray clouds towards the shore,

rain is barely a whisper coaxed
thin mint half-clouds and stellar mist,
I think I can feel the universe breathe

in unison with silence and solemn, a void
diligently watches my face ,
afraid to breathe afraid to let go
and still each breath, stopping short
of completi
 
gone fishin'

Saved from boredom by just a strand
a thirty pound baby-sized test line
long enough to reach the river and
maybe catch a nibble or two
on daddy's day off, a picnic sounded grand
now scaling time has come, oh fish, be damned! ;)
 
unplugged

soil and
touch

and sound non mechanical

people
three dimensional

with voice and eye gaze

someone who can take the kid
when my friend dies on me

numbed by
the facade of reality

priority fuck

head and tail
speaking in different languages

two headed king
one eyed jack
queen of diamonds

gets more

and it doesn't matter

unplugged
the vibrations in the air
are from fingers




~oh fuck I did a lot of backspacing but no spell check, I forgot, my fingers betrayed without intention~
goddamn hum
 
Cyber sickness

Damn this modern cyber age
which brought your voice to me
ancient soul
kindred spirit
whose face I’ll never see

Damn this modern cyber space
which made known your existence
words so close
ours psyches touch
how can we bridge the distance

Damn this modern cyber slut
caressing my rent heart
hope anew
love inspired
but no real chance to start

Bless this modern cyber day
I have your voice
touching caressing
inspiring
I know you’re there
 
I need no scope or crosshaired sight
to help me with a Liar
no sharp shooting
silent secrets
or even sticks or stones

my words combined
will pierce him thoroughly
come the appointed hour

an alliterative adjective
ably addling his brain
is well within my power

I might supply some hidden rhyme
or structure delicately
my wealth of weapons
suprising him proportionately

I'll be sure to smile
as his eyes peruse
my lithe skill and tools
and possibly the glare
from enameled grin
will lead me towards my win

but if in fact, perhaps I falter
and sustain a blow or two
I'll be sure to sneak in a kiss or three
this ducky can be sneaky.

*flip flops away on orangey webbed feet swinging her tail in iambic pentameter, lifting her feathers to hide her six shooter in her thigh holster*
 
searching blackness
with flickering sight
i find the little dipper

a reflection of
love sheltered
soft my eyes

the moon i always find
copper orange, full
perfectly round

or eyelid just opening
and sunshine
glowing through
 
hitchhike to colorada...

summergrass
fescue, red topped horizon
hopper flops as the van door drops
nebraska as we pass a quickstop.

"shake that thing off
and save him as a fishin lure-"
hell all i can do is make it inside
buy pack of gum
and gather up my scattered change.


"That was a big sumbitch."
"he's a yankee i wreckon"
"greenhorn one er
a nuther"

shortimers sleep mostly
best news i heard since Nevada.
 
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not sure whether to post this here or duh...throw it away, different twist again

Broken heart

a broken heart
has nothing to say,
shock, silence
remorse, pain

yet a ripping rage,
screaming, stain,
of craze, derange...
betrayed

confusion too thick,
carpeted haze
of sleet in
hurricane gales

numbing shatter
twisting tears
stumbling crags
across the lonely sea
 
America behold

America, behold!
While we were toiling
our country was sold

Lock, stock and barrel
Wheelbarrowed off
piece by piece

By fat cats’ minions
Perhaps even you or I
unknowingly

Too tired from working
two jobs to scrape enough
for food and shelter

To notice we were giving
away the birthright
promised by our forebears

Or too busy fighting
on foreign soil to protect
their interests

Because the army was
the only job left
from our savaged economy

Shooting and sacrificing
While they made a killing
and partied into the night

Who knew the truths were lies
Disguised as patriotic fervor
Raised to fevered pitch

But the towers tumbled
Due to greed and power’s
Need to humble others

Now the villain’s been unmasked
No answers for questions asked
Should be believed

We hold the power in minds and votes
Take back what has been hijacked
An open eye is what was lacked

Knowledge and humanity
Will return us our lost land
Arise, dear souls, the time is now
America is Our land.
 
gone fishin' #2

*
bring on dinner, was all I could manage
after such a ovemaking feast
but he couldnt hear me over
yesterday's crushing defeat, so I

trusted him and begged him
release me back, midstream
oh, that was my greatest mistake
understanding why, delving into
the minds of men, part of their wettest dreams
 
Alejo fell asleep to this
i dare not move
when
too deep breaths
lids shut loud

might burst
the bubble

for he
only
he deserves

to rest
through my insomnia
in peace

Alejo fell to this
and will ascend
to this
again

i pray
for patience
peace
to let the loudest
thoughs sink deep
to not disturb
disrupt his ease

cradle that weary head
slumbered though this
upon my breath held
careful bosom bed

so that later
come tomorrow
he can carry me

Alejo
mi amore

sleep
 
Missing the dawn

Missing the dawn.

Eyes are wide open
to a ceiling I don’t recognize
tonight:
this shadowing light
spreads on the walls
and around,
but it is only the time
that goes towards
tomorrow.

Warm soaking tears
pour out from them,
I cry again,
prisoner of this night,
revolving for a time
it seems forever,
and leaves me alone,
missing the dawn,
missing you.

:(
 
train rattles
and shakes the fog of
thursdays coffee,

acer rubrum, fescue and swamp nettles-
the wind that presupposes winter's shakedown,
a reminder of the dance,
a glimpse of the bootprints.

barefoot in July
tepid puddles of mud
full
of fools gold and the river
cutting the ancient map.

Shake off your ankles. son.
Lets have some warm soup.
 
It kills me
Kills me
That I let such pale promises
Over-ride my synaptic sensibility
Letting this train wreck
Leave me maudlin and maddened
When it should have set me free

It kills me that for
Time that shall go uncounted
I sipped from cups of sweet tea
When I’m a sporadic coffee bean queen
Who rests her laurels on pads of paper
Wet with scrawls of ink

It’s like I was super-sizing my fries
At a time when salads suited better
The needs of my soul and my sanity
Like I regurgitated reality
For the intake of fancy free fantasy

And there I was,
Engaging in an Earl-grey fray
When my java jazz has been here
In front of me
My favorite café, right time of day
And I could have just poured the cream.
 
sidewalk
gumbo
at pinkie street
dusk
hang your hand
there
if you must.

i might seem like im still
in the aeroplane
but,nope, i scuff up your shoes-

fingers pointed at
yellow mannneqins
looking so sweet.

courdoroy hips
cobbly roads
smile
now
or never.
 
like sesame

when you're not fitted to me
like some hard ridged puzzle piece
I still want you to look into me

Deeply is the short emotion of how
of the wow I want to feel
when I crawl up the bed

wide open is how I'll respond
like some magic wand was flicked
and fairy dust spread me open
 
oh well today
vroom vroom
hello. what? oh yes.
ok. Would you like to

click
guess not..

Ringringringring
don’t hang up. Really
it’s a very very good
dealio. Ok?

Whaddaya mean not today.
Fuck you and the horse
you oops I forgot to
push the

click

Holy shit!
Get me outta here.
My head does not work
this way.

Really

just for this short time
only you can what? Sure.
I can call back tomorrow
and tomorrow and tomorrow
creeps what? Ok.

3 pm. Staying calm.

Ringmoreringmoreringmore.
I’m soooooo sorry I missed
you but just don't

click. clack. tappit.

vroom vroom honk beep.
bye. hi. laughing free
free at last. hug.
 
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