the albatross
is soon to find his way across
and in his busy claws
the albacore
a living mindful washed ashore
are we deserving more?
to you, who have not overcome this state
most any refuge might as well be lost
by now, by names, by numbers, carrying this weight
too late, don't wait, don't suffer for this noble cause
my albatross
until you meet
a deathly definite defeat
blow up the trees of dust
the clouds of wheat
until you find
a newly welcoming decline
protect these arms of yours
this heart of mine
must you inherit this unfading grief
that eats me up and secrets me inside
too late, don't wait, don't hope that it can ever leave
by luck, by force, don't think that you can ever hide
it will abide
my faithful guide
my coal black tide
my doubtful bride
keep up your fight
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 10:15 PM UTC
seems so hard
the endless beating
of your mustard
yellow heart
for all the things
designed as holy
know your role
it seems so hard
you wonder if
at any could-be moment
some will see yourself
as all your work
now present
twisted in advance
and you
the only you
to judge this
flowing current
from the comfort
of your current
sheltered state of mind
will dissipate
the physics of it all
for now we'll make our tea and let this cherry garden slowly overhaul our souls
a hundred times a year
a thousand tales of old
gone so soon
the vultures
gather up
no forces
there for you
an evening's worth
of pleasant talks
from here
an instant
gone too soon
assist yourself
with remedies
piled up
and reaching
heights beyond belief
you are a leaf
you are what leaves
a million strong
though must i speak
for every one
h christ
st peter on the line
divine the intervention
fine
we'll chat it up
again some other time
remember this, a heart of mustard yellow rising up this starless mine of mine
a hundred times a year
a thousand drops of wine
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
by the sword
or by the sickness
neither option
is native to you
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
daisywheel skeleton
mother discovery
gleam at the thought of me
aftermath-free
curtain my bravery
sized-up and thundering
mending the memory bone
aftermath-bourne
never really alone
glad as a butterfly
just above all of this
minding the memory fear
aftermath-clear
over my final high
over with confidence
sober and overgrown
aftermath-bourne
never really alone
placeholder rhyming
for all of the hell of it
needed to understand
aftermath stays
times we get on with
times two on your silhouette
christen me as i am still
aftermath-filled
little left to reveal
paired over being
enough to un-harden this
millions of memories thread
aftermath-lead
almost as if we're
the first in this plane of things
ever to have been outsung
aftermath-run
carouseling as one
aftermath bravery
mother of harmony
soothing familiar
enough to un-harden me
christen my skeleton
butterfly confidence
love carouseling
itself over all of this
aftermath-flashes
and aftermath-shattering
aftermath matters
enough to un-harden me
when
are you coming again?
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
god made your head balloon with recognition
pouring these shots of friday we've been sipping on
and i, a needy god of my respectful own
have yet to make an effort to improve upon
a clever poem
or an able song
a yes-please-thank-you point of view
with no-please-thank-you dolours
relating red to wounds and rowan trees
relating sapphire to the social structures
of the all-embracing web
and camouflaging with disruptive sets of colours
the weekend's not so far away, routinely
spidering past, each season at a matching pace
and i, a needy god in my imperfect place
have yet to make an effort to avoid distress
no rationale, just
in whichever case
all you will have to do is wish
yourself upon this mountain
relating pink to acts of human aid
relating green to all the times you, grinning
johnny-cashed your green in - then
married the gold, married the endless shouting
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
so if i ever chance
upon a kind of home
a kind of home that's only spoken of
by someone with
no home to speak of
and if i'm ever able to
adopt a place of origin
a place of origin that's only so desired
by someone rooted deeply
in their given date
slash time
slash place
of origin
and if i ever forge
by force of noble chance
a humble claire de lune
a willing las meninas
or, guided right,
a broken hallelujah
then, baby lion,
i will buy myself
a very pompous wide-brimmed hat
so i could tip it
to your selfless yearning
for this selfish
little
soul.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
one day, one day, one day, armour
deadbeat brother’s gleaming armour
harmonizing with the armour
itching in embrace
gravity respects the armour
you’re a big boy now, my armour
deep below they hid my armour
all around the place.
one day, one day, one day, armour
underneath the living armour
golden all unclean, my armour
by the will of this
even this is god, my armour
realizing thicker armour
for what imitates my armour
substitutes for his.
one day, one day, one day, armour
piercing beams of being, armour
bollywood, besieged, my armour
nuclear in blue
razor field, eleven, armour
twelve, departing with the armour
clever, thirteen, dearest armour
multiplied by you.
one day, one day, one day, armour
not a situation, armour
ever universal, armour
only sharing flows
overthow the loving armour
love the overthrowing armour
lust for other greater armour
shall it overthrow.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
espresso brown
meltwater cold
his timber crib
amid the holt
wax paper white
sage honey warm
this brightly gleaming
newly-born
still innocenceless
in a sense
the wiselad calls
his first demands
as champagne seeps
through closed up pores
"the pleasure - mine
the colour - yours."
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
of all the names to keep in sight
yours are the sharpest
denoise and watch us reunite
the ones that are just
belittled, fleeing underbreath
the rathe arrivers
recount the signs that have been dealt
a lifetime prior
trialed with love on better times
fruitlessly frantic
for apter notes or fitter rhymes
some order, planted
uncoiling subjects from your hand
as if you're equal
in reach for the desicion-man
the drudging eagle.
keep dancing on your master's knees
no questions uttered
miss not to arm yourself with these
heels bent to cut her
denoise and ler her understand
this aimless evil
in reach for the desicion-man
the taunted eagle.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
in other news
go snack on this, you
edgeless pulp of adjectives
sweet turbid human brine
decrepit balances
and out-of-boredom lying:
we'll grant you not
even the hint of
any valid right
to make
a love
go easy on you
(as desired)
by design.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC