30 Poems in 30 Days

[AChild]

1-4

glassbags

"auntie what's eating you behind your eye?"

street people
the corner holds a market
that can only be seen when the moon is hiding from
her children

dirty men from huts beside the freeway
sell select cut meat still cold of course,
of course

women stand as if all ready spread and exposed
never knowing that the fact that they were willing was the thing paid for
what came after was just for show

shine men reflect false moon
light selling swallowing in moths whole
fish bowling them in their bellies
moth eyes change swelling false moon reflect

but

the guy with the glassbags
the only one not product on display
not open with need
not thumping good book

Thats our man

he puts magic hour on the map
souls at peace
crystals cut pain ventricle but leave jagged drooling scabs
magnify kaleidoscope the little beautie I see
but sever the finger-snap connected color in my eye

 

[AChild]

1-5

ho hum!

Good children come 'round
call out to dreams gone
by now
you know your candy love is leaking
with every bit of troubling trivia

This aint fiction

inspired

more like friction

wait let me loose my
rope tounge

lasso up frames of
flowing mind

cheating wind stole cheek heat
cherub target ment for
blessing with the
wings of the
round worm
see the segments through
the gloss

this is big city sun kill
surround ourselves with
strata copies

cause we be 'fraid
maybe our monkey hair
is showing

how do things make night bumb anyway?
why does it mean teeth?

trees on nature island
swissing concrete sea

local lamps
make shone leaf stones
in shadow (in shadow)
dust devil breaths branches

every beam kabuki masterpiece

hi ho!

 

[AChild]

1-5b

sound like symmetry
please offend me with your sex poetry
or slower magic
times are drastic and escapes from the
whole ball of wax are easy in quality and invention

turn on
really turn on
like the seeping-in felling of eyes
enjoying space

rub me with snot yellow velvet
flutter flesh til I fly away
make me curse these feet for
stopping skill progression

 

[4degrees]

3-1

guttermouth drinking
of some kinda sick sinking
low bottom feeder
liquified and tried
true as you'll ever know,
somehow i feel a flow
and its coming from this
small red slit
just south of my
jugular.

 

[AChild]

1-6

Fountain head in hand
walk to wellspring easy
call beauty out from
every small angle
walls, benches, wood posts
bark icons trying to place you in temples
no thanks
fountain head in hand
can't spare worship!

 

[4degrees]

3-2

cinders and reminders
minding your own business
wreckless and setting fires
check the date before
i expire, mine all mine
insisting resistance,
for instance, the way you dance
winding words around
a spiral of verbal chocolate coating
making everything
so incredibly fucking sweet.

i repeat

myself
a lot.

 

[AChild]

reply

damn the questions
you bring deadly ounces in
rite of passage glasses

I whisper king stink
oath
and take the fire with me to the boiler room

its blooming
my dry silver bubbles cheer
from the ink crack

 

[4degrees]

another cigarette
lit off a flame that
nature contradicted
self inflicted daily dosings
get the most, bring
it all back up through
windey rust clogged pipes
mental metal regurge
shit was packed down tight,
for a long time.
my perfect find
full of something red
colorblind, but it never
stops him.

 

[AChild]

cigarette contradicted
nature
more mush stuffing for vapor pattern
see my pixies wing I was just
incencse joking
color bind
full of something perfect
most flame
lit off red

 

[4degrees]

paint dries in some
symbolic rorschach
another night it goes unfinished
my witness to this
missed and way past
my u turn spot
where the grass is gray
courtney love doesn't go
to church anymore, so
they say
excersizing my right
the right-of-way
a massive fallen tree
in my way, but hey
his shirt's off now
and so am i...

 

[AChild]

No same same
trickle
squirt
blood flow quiet
broken hiaku still
catchin' wind
weighing steps to sadness
repeating mantra
brings light
in pulpy cups
practice practice practice

 

[4degrees]

the same
perfection again to
appease a hurt brain
he repeats me like
a faithful monk might
ever again and never enough
oh, got it rough, ya say?
nothing is smooth
outside of a groove
one made by way of
this simple motion
of slick poetic junk
feeding off it
everyday

 

[AChild]

1-7

exhale viscous
upchuck blue-grey
cloud curls

Shake that random emotion
suck that
that maggot suck cut
off my meal bones if you have to

logic rides head to heart
boiling down bad blood
breaking slow
as if to cement mind

mathematics - it showed its work

condemned
culture kidnapped
world of slanted word play
anything to justify the mood

dreamwalker laughs
gargles a layer of brain thread
how could you have walked
into a nightmare with such open eyes

 

[4degrees]

3-3

ration of reason
season of justification
ruling out what
its not about
cloaked in thick smoke and
dragging the flesh down with
shift of self and overexposure
finding some semblance of closure
never.
i'm not clever but
i fake it
fuck it
take it right down to
some thin razor wire
invisible to some, the sum
of ill repeted numbers
defeated in slumber
my dream gets the best
even though i don't remember.

 

[4degrees]

3-4

strong hard left
grabbing up and against
in one smooth motion
pulling tight to
another installment of
a fuck perfect flesh bond
its deep,
no one will know
no limits are off limits

 

[AChild]

1-8

piece together cool
from misunderstood book skins
patching up the soul cape
while timed hands peel another chunka off shadow id

 

[4degrees]

day fades
eclipse and trade off
with black ink tongues
and bitten nails, written
in pyro techno gliphics
read me and sleep with
glass in your bed

 

[4degrees]

3-5

tie it off just below
the source
no worse off as
i observe an
obscene swelling
bruising and filling
with enough red
to make it all
turn black
as nothing.

 

[AChild]

1-9

don't surmise the eyes of legend
not wanting wait or possesing the
fear of having to up keep it all

were is the world word
let me tap in with out thinking
give me keys to the 28 sages that mean
everything

spark a piece of what it is
and watch the flame go through
the reader lighting thought
and personal history

 

[4degrees]

assembled a story
built of pine and sap
and pthalo marines
again, blue eyes
beckon and pull with
such force, it's crippling
fiction is real as a mix
of me and you
no question, projection
of this and protection nil
bared to my
motherfucking soul
a secret isn't secret
my beautiful friend
you know all there is
to this.

 

[4degrees]

3-6

bedhead lover,
looking like a fresh fucked
fading flower, yeah,
put it to ya huh?
no idle threat
proof is in this process
slick is the hunted
defined and confronted
hear it all now, pure motive
and possessive lust powers
a poem, lowers a weakness
for love of debauched words.

 

[AChild]

1-10

blusey bluesy

gravy gravel grit
them cats caterwaul
the moon in azure acts

reaching in the soul box and tuning
up the twilight gone mourning
spindle rodent golden
polished beauty killers

in down hats
and chord colors
film noir fog to
mardi gras lewd moist vistas

bluesy

repetition chew the wrong
nerve right

putting loss on display
changing the effect
dance hue
whiskey teeth smiling
pepto bag burn
never wonder why we beat blue
before the open moment

down with progression
finger snappin' slug flow
cold hustle on display
down, with progression

 

[joeys-game]

2-1

Had to start over..lol

A Front

Cold, hard, accusations
aimed with jagged barbs,
Lodged in my memory
as subconscious thoughts,
Openly friendly, playing nice,
a great facade,
Inwardly seething, bleeding
rivers of unshed tears.

j.b

 

[4degrees]

3-7

smoke curls
into a beckoning finger
magnetic magenta lines
and serving time,
taking up slack and space
keeping this place in line
a countdown again,
a night full of you
is worthy of murder
flip a switch or pull a trigger
this thing is bigger
malignant fuck
eating me up like
the cookie monster.

 

[AChild]

1-11

Fuckin' babble


seventh sign
heaven mine
no eyes to the self forever
pray never meet a god
that can't be swayed with
meter, verse, clippings from
the twisted moment when
you know it won't do any
good to break glass

but still burn the cathedral anyway

wait)

feel no rain
the sky is blinking water out
it's clouds
don't shield yourself
ancestors watching from the
en-lightening connection
shouting advise that dims in the
sun like
tryin' to pass shine to scare spirits
long lost