dipped in dark well,
i drink in
black water.
filled,
words spill
from the tip
of my
cleft mouth
appeasing the paper void.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
stripped
my skin laid bare to bones
pull away the flesh from my face
and expose my broken teeth
I will drink cold water
poured from pewter
into tall glasses
hold my still beating heart
in your hands
and wring the blood from this muscle
drain away what’s left of me
collected in a kidney pan
of stainless steel
and feed me to the dogs
I will listen for the clinking sound
of your forceps falling on the floor
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
hands pulled across
hard
hungry denim.
propelled by night
consumed in street
lamp fire.
in this cotton fort
you are safe.
I am ****** meat
fed to your wolves.
absorbed in your skin
quenched by your origin
the sun
is the enemy.
touch me now
while only we
exist
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
eyes rolled back
in frozen pain
ice
piercing the roof of my mouth
cold burgundy
drops
of blood
dot the floor in front of me
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
I like the idea of God having an ******
God stroking his **** to internet ****
And galaxies shooting out the end of his ****
Oh, yeah, here comes the Milky Way
Or maybe he uses black holes like a fleshjack
spewing cosmic *** into a parallel universe.
Would we all experience God’s ******
“The little death” as the French like to say
God’s toes pointed and his eyes shut tight
All of us bathed in his celestial seed
Fading out for a time
Fading away from the incessant
Prayers and hymns
Levied against him in a non-stop onslaught
Of need need need.
Floating endless unaware
Devoid of conscious or thought
For a time… a short time
Until the world floods back in
The suns re-ignite, the planets regain their orbits
And we all feel gravity’s pull
Holding us down
once again.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Aggregation leads to aggravation
and the persistence of pestilence.
Compliance begets reliance
and a flash of orderly disorder.
As a structure it appears quite solid
But the sides are peeling away
Exposing the knobby-kneed skeleton
holding the whole thing together.
A memo has been issued:
‘Dear Mr. Hardy,
Thou shalt not [insert unacceptable social behavior here]
Sincerely,
Management’
The myopathy becomes my apathy
Which leads me to reply;
Who makes up these rules, anyway?
and why can’t we live without them?
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
Ambrose
Ah-kin-
MOO-sir-ee
Lifts a trumpet to his mouth.
Deep breaths blow notes
at right angles
into space.
The sound is worn denim.
The sound is Lauren Bacall.
The beat is urgent and syncopated
just like his last name.
Ambrose
Ah-kin-
MOO-sir-ee
Rests a trumpet by his side.
Reverb:
Ambrose interprets the persistence of sound;
reflections build up and decay
until the sound is absorbed
by the surfaces of this space.
Inhale.
Ambrose,
pulls the trumpet
To his mouth
once again.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
In the meanest time of summer
when the sun cracks the pavement
and swelter fills your lungs
a call to the dispossessed is in order.
Consider the river washers,
and the alley dwellers
who are simply thankful for today.
Chew on a bitter piece of perspective
and ask yourself;
if you had to carry a cross to your own death
would you complain about the heat?
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
Bring me your fear and your failures,
I’ll wrap them in coarse linen
and hide them under the bed.
Bring me your insanity,
I’ll trap it in a cage and drown it in the river.
Bring me your nightmares
I’ll douse them in kerosene and build a bonfire
for you and I
We can warm ourselves by the flames
Imbued by the light of the sunset
and the rustle of dry of paper.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
I couldn't begin to repair
His broken wing.
Born of the bluest of blue skies
Soaked in kerosene, sitting on tinder
his intentions have fallen
to a blanket, fettered with
pine bark, rotting leaves,
rich soil and dark magic.
His tiny heart, as small as a poppy
seed beats faster than a drum
His tiny form yearns to catch the breeze
to the nectar of the next Trumpet Creeper.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC