Even more so than us
our stomachs are in love
and long after we're asleep
our tummies are still up
gabbing in gurgles
with voices acidic
pronounced with chemicals
that we cannot mimic
I wonder what they talk about
in whisper-burps and gurgle-shouts
Maybe about current events?
Perhaps of snacks and condiments?
But when we wake, they separate
and then must be content, and wait
For the next magic evening
And another night of speaking
So it's up to you and me
to keep them in close proximity
Our love is not just me and you
but between our tummies, too
So let's sleep like spoons
bent together, tight
so our tummies can banter
through every night
and talk about everything
while our lungs breathe each other in
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
Now my strength is failing
My already tiny muscles screaming
At the weight of your words
As they gnaw and gnash
At the filaments of my fragile world
Now my strength is straining
Shopping bags of poor plastic
Stretched and tearing
Pinking my fingertips
As I hold on for my life
Now my eyes are tearing, bitter
Angry tears
When I am not enough
When I cannot cure your illness
That plagues your angel bones
Now every day is a battle
That I do not want to fight
I just want to be happy
I don’t want to fight this cancer
That eats my failing mind
Now your monopoly on madness
Is being taken over by me
And I cannot contain
The fire that burns my all
When I bleed my words of comfort
And the stains aren’t red at all
But plasma
The empty hollow coat of life
That isn’t enough for you
I wrote you another poem
That was for your birthday
But now I don’t think you want to read it
For it will surely spark tears
In your beautiful, wet eyes
I cannot be a rock always
I cannot just be the wires
Trying to contain a bowl of soup
That liquefies and solidifies
As often as the sun lives and dies
On our earth
I’m trying so hard Katie.
Just please try as hard too.
That’s all I ask of you
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
On the way to class today
I found a bag of clouds
Bouncing on the fresh-cut grass
Making soft sounds
Sounds that touch your ears like cotton
Sounds we have since long forgotten
As I picked it up
It began to shake
Damp as all and every death
From the rain the clouds make
I ventured then to look inside
“Like Pandora” thought my curious mind
And just as She, I did then find
The contents at once left the bag behind
And soared, now free
Through ****** air
Blotching the blue
With their long grey hair
And cried upon the earth
Missing the ocean, their place of birth
Soon an ocean did arise
Between the earth and the skies
And despite my human cries
The water rose above my eyes
And so I found something that floats
And stole their cage to fashion a boat
And as these children of the sea
Rained and rained eternally
All of their memories
Washed over me
Finally my makeshift boat
Reached my morning class
I wondered where the clouds would go next
But decided not to ask.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
The downpour outside rattles
Like a thousand sand-filled flutes
Echoing in the night air
Singing through the storm
And providing the melody forlorn
As the rain giants are born
As I lay and listen
To the symphony of beings
Ancient and always
In their core
Born in storms
As always before
I tuck myself into the noise
And I fight the heat of summer
And its unnatural reign in the dark
With a fan fluttering softly
Next to my heaven of slumber
As the thunder thunders
In even numbers
I ponder ponder ponder
Through my empty mind I wander
Picking scraps up off the floor
Every each one ever fonder
Drifting calmly into my shore
From an ocean dancing evermore
I lay here in the dark
Hearing buzzes in the shadows deep
As I drift into sleep
And forth the dreams creep
From corners of my psyche
In groups, holding tightly
In waves of light and lucidity
Combatting this humidity
And I savor summer nights here
With eyes of smoke
And stomached beer
I sleep in soft movement
As the heat retains its endurance
And warms my dreams
Filled with muffled, happy screams
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
The oceans are seas of fire
The land is a charred dough
That crackles and breaks
Into tiny flakes
That mingle with burning rain
As waves crash and rise
In fiery tides
And singe the shore
As they have never done before
I stand on the hilltop
In a cloak of embers
Wearing boots of coal
And watch in wonder
As the world burns slow
Wearing clothing caked
With ashy snow
And the northern bombs fall
And troops march in
Civil unrest
Age-old fight to be king
An aged old bomber
With no heart to put in
To this hell of war
To this clash of man
To this devil plan
To this horror
When we awake in our beds
And we open our eyes
And read countless
And countless
Uncountable lines
About burning
And crying
In far off lands
That we pronounce with hesitance
And we act out our penitence
With button clicks and haughty words
And ideals upon ideals
That crumble like cookies
When we miss our own meals
And we watch the world burn
From our fluorescent screens
We smell the decay
But cover it with a spray
Concocted with lies
And “Its-All-Okay”
We are separated by glass
From the poisonous gas
That at others eats away
We trust what we hear
When the suits calm us down
With promises empty
And soothing sound
Their masks have become
A heritage
That we accept
As our parents did
And we let them go on
Spinning their webs of Teflon
Until we are in comfort
And no longer strong
As our brothers and sisters
Of different skin
Burn in the ovens
We stay linked in
And choke on the *****
That we are given
And believe that our kin
Has anything at all
To do with skin
Or what books we read
And lives that we lead
When we eat our dinners
Or go to sleep
Or fast for our gods
That we have created
Our outlets for our convictions
(They satisfy our hunger
To make meaning)
And if they meant anything at all
When they made our world
It wasn’t this.
They did not mean for us to bleed
For their names, as if they need
Our suffering to feel pleasure
-A fatally human measure
They did not mean for us to hate
But to love, and with love make
A world that is a place of light
Not one burning through the night
Like gasoline
This was not the dream
Now is the time to make a fuss
The oceans are burning
Because of us.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
There are beetles on my skin
Attacking my bark
With pincers sharp
-trying to get in
And as they cover me
Head to toe in a blanket of living death
They tickle in bitter giggles
At my senses, set ablaze
By their exo-skeletal steps
I do not build a scream
For the sound would die out in between
The sheet of beetles
And my trodden lips
Instead I lie still
Commanding them with my negligence
Fusing with their fear-mongering
They take my shape; I don’t take theirs
I am the alpha insect
The form of their nature
And now I stand
In beetled armor
A figure against the sun
My shadow raining over the undergrowth
Reigning over the under.
In this symbiosis we travel
Across valley and valley
Coleoptera-covered Rand McNally
Covering the earth, showing
The dominance of man
The man the man
He who holds the plan
In the palm of his life-colored hand
I am he
The guardian of land and sea
Infected with a voice-in-hand
Who writes eternity
Whose pen is the land filled with ink of the sea
And with beetles of lead
I harmonize
That between myself
And quaking skies
As the world shakes in its roots
During a spacequake
That bends our atoms like dried glue
But then I am not alone
And as I rest on grass of gold
The heroes step forth, dressed in animals
In a dark, ****** harmony
That is the nature of our home, our Terra
The brute beauty in black void
Swimming through time like a turtle
On which the souls of man rest
On golden grass
Our spherical nest
And our evils are justified
By the good of our pursuit of beauty
Though selfish maybe
Though hellish for he
That swims on land
But drowns as he walks the sea
We are multitudes.
We are Gaia, we are the mother tree
The ****** bliss of humanity
Dark and light, both are we.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
Purple on the wall -
An asymmetrical sheet
That hangs limply
Like a teen on the street
And what is more
It is covered at the bottom
With demonic machines
Whose function I’ve not gotten
Quite clear in my mind
But yet I value
What they represent
A sort of adoration
Lives in me
As I consider all these
Confusing boxes
That come in threes
And sometimes fours, too.
And in these dull hours
When time trickles into me
I gaze and gaze with vision rays
At this technology
And I wonder:
Was it not a blunder?
To make machines that amplify
Sound
So that it fills all
Between earth and sky?
Such arrogance
Is not found in a mouse
To make such a screaming score
Emit from its house
And yet I admire
And cherish the noise
That fills the emptiness
Like water in a cracked jug
It seeps out slowly
Just slowly enough
That it waters my flowers
Without drowning me
In auditory atlantis
For that would be death
So far as I understand;
Not a whimper, no
But a marching band.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
Life is a Marvellous Woman
No more
If of anything
Of this i am sure
The grace in a beautiful face
Cannot be compared
To the other beauties
Their bodies embrace
Their love is a mystery
And as men
We can only forgive
And love again
Because the beauty of women
Is without a doubt
That there are so many
We will never run out
Blessed are the lonely men
The lovers of these marvellous women.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
I cannot sleep
My dreams are hiding
They want more time
I am abiding
I hope they come soon
Before my thoughts turn darker
Than this room
And leave my mind hollow
Extending today into tomorrow.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
Don’t forget me
When you are back in the world
That you lived in before us
While i’m back in mine
And thinking of you all the time
Don’t think for a second
About a world that you’ve dreamed of
During dark nights
When all that there is
Are dark demons
That tell you what you are
Don’t believe that is real
Because it is not
No matter what they say
The world is not bleak and grey
And you are why.
Don’t forget that you are the light
That shines on me
When i too dream those dark dreams
-because i do.
But when i do
I wake up and i continue to dream
But then i dream of you
And suddenly there is light all around
Countless watts
That blind me in holy beauty
Unheard of
Except by the poets
And the writers
Who have drank from the sky
Of you
Maybe not the same you
But one of a different name
Another angel
That is love for the sake of love
Down to her dimpled bones
And the problems that you find
When you examine yourself in your mind
Are not flaws
But stars
That decorate the universe that is you
And i would not breath again
If such things were not found
In the likes of you
You are the world
In all its complex beauty
And being the world
I was born into you
And i will not leave
Until you understand that you
Made me
To love
You.
Don’t forget me
When you are away
When i dream of you
Night and day
Don’t think that i will forget you
For a second
Or less
Remember the nights when i held you
And think of the ones
When i will again
Remember me
As i remember you.
Everything
Allthing
Whothing
that you are
Is the universe
To my star.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC