30 Poems in 30 Days

[joeys-game]

2-13

Coldness Within


The cold comes
from within, inside ,
that part of our oneness
that manifests our fears.
Fear for ourselves, fear for
one another.

It is not a coldness
that can be warmed
by the rays of the sun
or by the scalding water
of a hot shower.

Only the removal
of that fear, the comfort
of having your mind
at ease, your senses strong
and unafraid that can
warm your frozen body.


j.b

 

[AChild]

1-23

youth side bizzy
culture piss on electric fence
space the passage
know the topic
chase the dragon
soak
tie the change
don't spin rhyme here
play
smoke in path
hand ready to gun-sling chrome handled extension
loose footprints rock worn
display scads of flava
don't talk about workplaces woe here
stand against the wind

 

[Liar]

2-9

(got nothing fresh, so i post this I wrote today in another thread)


post post post

it's not the post coitus
it's the post post post coitus
that gets me every time

the glancing over, three hours later
at hair still a little all over the place

the watching lips blow steam
off her favorite indian mug
and eyes not watching tv,
not really

the saying nothing, just flicking
popcorn in her direction
until rewarded with a pink tongue
and a weary smile, a glance, a laugh

the gift of knowing,
still knowing

 

[AChild]

1-24

new day
sun fingering my socket
shake off that pillow caper
the one the mirror psycho,
mounds of foolish perfect,
on the hair contour,
cloud flesh

the controls are sticky
i can taste it

 

[Guest]

2 - 9

I have a small scar
a half smile
Both are visual reminders
reinforced every morning
They tell me what bullets
and self-pity can do

6 years later, I'm glad
I changed my mind rather than losing it

 

[joeys-game]

2-14

Morning

Late evening
seems distant,
warmth of the
blankets, long
forgotten.
Mind drifting
in silent dreams
now alive with
the noise and chaos
of a new day.


j.b

 

[Liar]

2-10

no,
I don't have a poem
today

just a
hook line and
stinker

for you to swallow
if you may

or spit
if you may not

and I apologize
for the odor

sometimes you must
let a foul one vent

 

[joeys-game]

2-15

Dead of Night

The time passes
slowly as i wait,
silently praying
for you to stir.
Wanting to touch
you, to take you
in my arms but
not wanting to
disturb your cocoon
of safety.
Letting you drift
through your
dreamworld but
watching over you
keeping you close.

j.b

 

[Guest]

2 - 10

The grass is cut with a borrowed mower
on land that costs half a paycheck,

but through the trees
diamonds glitter on blue waves.

I keep telling myself as sweat
rolls down my back, some day
'me too' and I think,
at least the view is still free.

 

[Guest]

2 - 10b

The cats lay lazy in the sun.
I want to too,
but they would glare.

This is what they do.
This is where they do it.

I have my chair with cat hair.
Really,
How dare I ?

Don't I know my job?
It's to feed them and make laps.

 

[AChild]

1-25

"yarballs great bulging yarballs."

to the challenge my friends
try to keep the raven from leaking apple
that's alias for when the pen gets too sharp
should put the pieces in another dialect
let me un-rehearse it

tap tap tap
beak shovels up gut puzzle fractions

roadkill on the tv
don't get in the way of the first world
any other county is gravel under hummer tires
bet you won't see our saber rattler driving a prius

I know some savages
my father, my best friend
I'm second gen I hear the jungle calling
but there is a reason that they all flocked under the
eagle

I count my blessings while playing lady Macbeth

 

[Liar]

2-11

Pangaea III

unity bred homogenic trifles
but never a strong enough foundation
to withstand the currents

linked by rock
but not enough to weather
we’ve headed for polyphony

but still
with homogenic trifles

 

[Guest]

2 - 11

It's been an especially hot afternoon
although it has nothing
to do with the weather or what
I have on, the lack thereof.

Tall, southern-style iced tea
would take too long
through these fevered veins
to pump the quench to my brain.

The pervert lurks imagination while eyes
sizzle greased collagen lips.
All I can think of is how fast
she could cool me off if only she'd blow.

 

[joeys-game]

2-16

Heat

Hot day, hot sun
sending waves of heat
through my body.
Who the fuck am
i kidding,
its only the fire
that you
shoot through me
that makes me hot.

j.b

 

[AChild]

1-26

"SpottieOttieDopaliscious"
"always believe theirs more"

contact well,
swift
a range the sources
till their product
watch for artful peelings

layered combinations
wrist flick twist turn
braise broil mix
macerate cherries in old man
jack

spill the salt right
move the fruit flesh
through the vinegar
bathe the meat

plate mandala
unraveling traveling
battling all the borrows of bud town

taste

 

[Guest]

2 -12

Miss Cranky can't keep her baby blues
from seeing little lambs.
(babies count lambs not sheep)

Dainty girl, rosebud lips purse
and blow; she snores like me.
I wonder how much
she is me, eyes, nose and chin.

I used to cringe, pray she wasn't,
take after her mom instead
but now I don't.

She makes me believe, how little
she is, she makes me believe
I'm more than a man, I'm dad.

 

[Liar]

2-12

Watch this, I'm about to step in though a silver screen, become a cameo in a life with award winning soundtrack thx blasting to drown out the wheeze of my breath, digital grading shots to forget the grit in the corners, and swift cuts to snip the dreary seconds away. Compression enhanced dialouge just a little too witty, and a suit just a little too sharp. Violence a beatutful slow motion reel and sex a sihouette gasp in frantic closeup cuts masked for approval. Watch this, that's what it's for. I will never act again, without a proper stage.

 

[joeys-game]

2-17

Tears fall from
your face, washing
and erasing the
stains from my
blood splattered
skin.

j.b

 

[AChild]

1-27

run better as they
come to mind
open comparing
faults
the beginning drosey

 

[AChild]

1-28

run better as they
come to mind
open comparing
faults
the beginning drosey

 

[joeys-game]

2-18

My Sons

Day by day
i watch as you grow
into yourself.
As you become
a little person
in your own right.
One complete with
unique tastes, ideas,
thoughts and attitude
to boot.
Sometimes i see
a glimmer of
myself and have
to smile and grin
and hope that you
make your life
as special as
mine has been
with you in it.


j.b

 

[Liar]

2-13

she likes it rough
well hell
in my head, she does

she laughs up assaults
for a steel tipped,
static charged hour,
grinding stale wine
and salty crumbles
into her back

well hell
in my head, she does

another hour on,
if she's still there
glancing absent through a window
displaying nothing but night and reflections,
she digs fingernails into floorboars
and spiked heels into backs

she likes it buckled down
biting a whitened fist
pinned to pillars, slammed
at doors, laughter still laughter,
but manic, hyperreal, muffled
by a stained mattress

well hell
in my head, she does

 

[Guest]

2 - 13

Don't worry, we'll work it out
backtrack to the places we've been
where we last saw it
where it has been before

Nothing we've spent tears on, valued
is gone forever. Don't worry
I've held it in my left breast pocket
had it tied to my ring finger

Time and time is enough to remember
I'll want to retrace, recapture
what we lost with a thoughtless step

 

[joeys-game]

2-19

Feeling all apart today,
my mind and body
in conflicting directions.
Emotions threatening
to fly like the wind,
wanting to be away,
just out of this place.
Hoping tomorrow
is different.

j.b

 

[AChild]

2-1

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

resureccted from the land were
dead innocence put its toys
A. CHILD - Franz N. joking about how to spake the superman
we question if the id's in the mirror

follow to the desert were prophets
pretend to grow
simple,
he didn't miss his wrist
he ment to cut his palm slow

quick text overlap, pile scab pattern
gash balloon
that juicy juice won't fly

bounce bounce

clap and we relieve the life water
the clouds furrow
but we are not impressed with density

the pool remains
visions of your office life
you promised that your won't be another one
mourning mondays
smiling in reaction only

you can't outgrow the people you dreamed
to be
you can't bury them just me cause they
lived in toy boxes