psychic infantile bopping
play silent drum kits in ear canals.
screeching like whales
in caverns of sea and stalagmites.
servantile shrapnel leaking into abyss:
feeding on skin and bones,
parasitically.
eating through biting cries,
viciously.
gumdrops streaking sidewalk
in musical rhythm stain glass windows
and blurry red eyed sun high in the sky
shines down crystalline tear drops
over your singularly secular shadow.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
The special subtleness
that you use to bite your lip
is cunning.
And when your white,
soldier teeth,
come looming from between your gums
your subtlety is lost
rashly breaking the surface
so to speak
malevolently, or violently, or rather vehemently,
sexually, and lustfully
aimed down wind,
in my direction.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
The sun set sadly on the settled window frame
speaking with the new dew soon to form.
the sweet singing voices rose from the garden
where you bathed with your sister
while your mother and father drank cherry flavored wine
on the porch in the melting sun.
when the stars began to rain you felt something new
staring up where the sun is commonplace
you felt little better than you did moments ago.
but when your sister,
hand on your spine,
whispered in your ear,
your hair stood up,
and your mother,
and your father,
waved goodbye to the Hendersons going to Florida for the weekend.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
I. The moment you rolled out of bed
felt like an eternity
Your stretching arms reached outer space
And you fell into convulsions on the daisy print bed sheets
II. The humming pendulum clock
ticks past midnight
and the only sound you can hear
is the screeching of your neighbors 1999 porsche convertible
III. Your sunday morning television,
News at it’s finest with Kare 11
IV. Whatever time you usually wake up
you probably slept through
but you’re staring at the fan again
and this time I don’t think Rachel is coming.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
Bright hand touched the door
Easing it slowly around
With the tenderness of a prepubescent girl
Lingering gently about.
Wondering, loudly i might add,
That you really hate these Venetian blinds.
You sit in the fat leather chair,
Which must have belonged to your dad a million years ago.
You sip diet coke like your lost friend brandy,
And you cross your legs in the most ****** way
That my seminal vesicle shifts into overdrive.
Through the tainted windows
I see you raise your winter scarf to your throat
Ceremoniously, or possibly vehemently.
After which you clean your glasses with laser precision
And raise them back into place.
Your crystal gaze lands on the heavy door a few steps away,
They wait in concentrated intensity
As each heavy step’s staccato note is heard form the other side.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
you quickly quipped cunning comments
in the skinniest jeans west of the mississippi
sighing softly then,
glancing to the left to keep an eye on the spider
scurrying on the wall.
you emerged triumphantly
luminously translucent
like a goddess of the noon sun
your eyes skipped mine in a beat
seconds behind my own
and with the final say from your fist
the walls began to fall
and outside, the small southwestern suburb
watches with fascination as the spider skids away.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
Let the rain fall all night
Sitting in puddles on the street
With your ponytail soaking.
Let the May showers come again
With the repetition of Nietzche.
You lie on your back in the cool wet mud
Spitting insults in a million different ways.
You let your golden hair fall
As the leaves might in Autumn
Continuously spitting with fury
Hiding your anguish behind those self centered eyes.
When you fall to your knees like the mortals to gods
You sing, quietly, the song your mother sang
After which, your hair back up, you appear from the shadows
Looking a bit worse for wear.
You let the rain shower down,
Ripe yellow hair turns almost brown at the roots
And as you tear off the drenched silk dress
You find you might like yourself better that way.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
Mumbling, mumbling, intoxication
Ripping your lovely white dress on the front door step
You wonder how long you can keep this up.
Mumbling, mumbling into obliteration.
Closer to the each other, screaming mad.
Seventy watchful eyes on you,
Hopeful, hopeful, incantations.
Lustful brown teared eyes
Fixed on green snake eyes,
Quivering lips touching secretly in the quiet coat room
Famously ending in abrupt awkwardness.
You raised your glass in high spirits
Pushing, pulling into temptation
Still mumbling, intoxication
Wishing for more than incantations,
Mumbling, mumbling into obliteration
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
You pummel rocks
with a mightier force than most,
you swing your head with a motion unknown to man,
you spit with fury into the starry, night sky,
rocking the sweet earth with your thunderous,
triumphant roar.
Pebbled rocks beneath your rockin’ polished shoes,
And with a handful you launch
like a Meteor striking the earth’s atmosphere at a million miles a second,
but the moment they hit the wall you’re gone.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
Moon over in the East, 30 degrees west.
Rise, rise over the meridian line.
Sink below sea level.
Sun on Wichita, Kansas.
Bright red house under the pale clouded sky.
Daffodils on the windows,
Perking when the bees buzz by fluidly.
You let the roses fall between your fingers
Like water dripping from the faucet.
Seven degrees warmer
And we’ll burn in hell.
Lets go to Maine i hear it’s warmer at noon
And the dogs don’t prowl the streets.
Lets move to Iowa where the farms out number people.
You let your hair fall
Like a rock slide down your shoulders.
And you told me you felt a little under the weather.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC