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Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Today I got taken out
of my box and nuked
for a dizzy-filled eight minutes,
all my artificial byproducts,
and something close to,
but not quite called, meat
melted and congealed together
in a semi-appetizing way,
just enough to be consumed
in a famished **** of teeth,
gums, and spittle,
and here I now sit in a pit
--purgatory's gut--
dreaming I was made of real
pepperoni and sausage,
running free in the open fields
of DiGiorno.
Inspired by the poem "Monologue of What Was Once a Sunkist Orange" from fellow HP writer Yacov Mitchenko, which is a really good poem by-the-way.
360 · Sep 2020
Wealth
Carlo C Gomez Sep 2020
I held the moon

And knew immortality

I traded all my unforsaken days

To move within the eternal orbit of her night

To eclipse death

Yet here then the gap narrowed
359 · Mar 2020
Modern Love
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
No matter how
high we fly,
at some point, it seems,
you and I
must return to the ground.
But weep not,
upon love's reentry
what didn't burn off
in the atmosphere
is ours to keep.
359 · Jan 2020
The Figurehead
359 · Apr 2020
Crown of Thorns
Carlo C Gomez Apr 2020
Little girl runs screaming to mother
about her encounter
with the ribbon man

Teenage girl believes herself
free to be a trampoline
offering all sorts a rugged bounce

Newly installed queen
rules over her anathema and sacrilege
with shiny neurotic scepter

Powerless to discern
shelter from serpent

Incapable of entering
into the kingdom of love
See the poem "She'll Hide Underneath Covers" by fellow HP writer BLT.
355 · Jan 2020
Curtain Rod
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Behind your screen
we all come clean
(well, most of us anyway)

A confessional of sorts
you've seen all the scars and warts
(well, most of them anyhow)

We sing for you
we get in such a lather too
(is that why we sometimes find
you on the floor?)
Knickknack challenge by Elizabeth Leone Laird and Whit Howland.
355 · Mar 2020
Firestarter
354 · Feb 2020
Weathering Heights
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
I could never be a skyscraper,
never an airplane.

I could never be the Space Needle,
never the Eiffel Tower.

I could never, ever be Mount Everest,
never a California redwood.

I've a fear of heights, you see,
space and motion not my thing.

"Confront your fear," they say.

But let's face it, I just can't face it.

"Do it for me," she said.

Well, if it takes climbing the sky
to prove my love for you,
I guess I'll die trying.

Literally.

So long as we don't talk about
my even bigger fear of widths...
354 · Jan 2020
Bonfire
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Children in exile
Playing with fire
First to call attention
To their plight
Then to warm
The stark cold nature
Of their soul
Marooned too long
The flame became
The color of their madness
--who would rule as lord
--who would roast as pig
353 · Jan 2020
Afterglow
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
The steady light
that continues to keep
long after the flame
has settled to sleep
Carlo C Gomez Apr 2020
Kids wear you
as a Halloween mask

The only thing you've ever
been invited to do is leave

You've known the term
'social distancing' all your life

Even Covid-19 crosses the street
when it sees you coming
353 · Jan 2020
Always
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
The waffle bird
Flew a bit silly
Like a **** pad with wings
Yet with its sharp claws
Reached down into the water
And pulled out
A dinner boat
Serving breakfast all day long...
Third and final (maybe) one in response to a poem challenge from Elizabeth Leone Laird. See her poem "Clarity" and take the challenge!
352 · Aug 2020
Within the Blur
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020
I remember the Fall
I remember the bokeh

Placed in a vase and kept by our bedroom
window

It took your breath away, fed off your lungs
and grew so monstrous by dark

We tried in vain to replace what was lost
with the artificial:

Albuterol haze, Gaussian distribution

It failed, as you know

And I too fell within the blur of the rebound effect,
struggling to keep from panic

Then rang alarums that lay-in-wait, then came red lights,
then came shouting for help

You laid on the livingroom floor, intubated

Life nearly snuffed out

Me in tremors, two cats hiding

You would survive, but neither of us would
ever be the people before

Clearly, not all blur is equal, each has its own aesthetic quality

Mine tends to fall under the umbrella of disturbing thought patterns

We each reflect on different things
about that day

My fail-safe is trying not to remember at all
This poem is a companion piece to my wife, Mrs. Timetable's work 'How It Reminded Me of Fall,' also here on HP. It recalls a very dark day several years ago, when a reaction to a bad medication nearly took her life.

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3469122/how-it-reminded-me-of-fall/
350 · Jan 2020
Angel of the Odd
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Pray tell, is this weighed-down mortal
allowed to borrow your angelic wings?

Can such a grounded soul learn to fly from your all-or-nothing example?

If I keep my promise to follow the endless strings of love to the bitter end

Shall I then perhaps come close to seeing the birth of a new sun, the very first breath of the open sea?

Will you care enough to embrace me in this unbearable lightness of being?

You don't have to say either yes or no

Just tell me it is possible...
349 · Feb 2020
coup de grâce
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
the flesh
and bones of humanity
   strike the ground

pressed
distressed
   and broken

your brother's
   extinguishing breath
your sister's
   draining blood
there in crushing
   darkness
          
reverberate
   annihilate

vultures/drones circling
   overhead

this is how
heading home
   becomes a crime scene
347 · Nov 2019
SYZYGY
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Even if your planets
should align,
the way to her heart
does not begin between her legs.
343 · Jan 2020
Marine Biology
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
3 is a backwards E
But V is the prettiest letter to me
I guess I'm a sucker for triangles
And the item on my wish list
That best bedazzles
And primps with such grace
I swear she winks
When right up in my face
Still going! Another in response to a poem challenge from Elizabeth Leone Laird. See her poem "Clarity" and take the challenge!
343 · Feb 2020
Heliocentric
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
She doesn't wear sunglasses
to be hot or cool

She doesn't wear them
as a fashion statement

She doesn't even wear them
while in the throes of mysteria

She simply wears them
to hide the bruises
343 · Feb 2020
Panic is a Sinking Ship
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
So here I am
out on a raft
just me and my anxieties
trying hard to get
away from a vessel
taking on so much water
I think I see Jack and Rose
swimming towards us
342 · Oct 2019
Consumer Tip
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2019
Here's more bang for your buck:
Enemies are a dime a dozen,
But a true friend is priceless.
342 · Oct 2019
Relapse
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2019
Waves of broken sleep
numb the day and
put the night in a coma,
like empty tunnels
they mined the hell out of
a century ago.
Turn back the clock
and strand me in this time change,
then full scream ahead
until I'm buried
in the same pettifogging
I was once sustained by.
Waves of plaintive water
support the loneliest creatures
that will soon fly overhead,
like hollow words,
hoping to rain on this parade
and make me cry
for abandoned impulses
closer than they appear.
If I cave to the pressure,
I'll rise from head to toe
in a swelter,
a diver with the bends
riding on high
until the hammered blow
--up and down
this elevator moves,
closing to present ritual
then opening to past stimulus
I'm far too afraid
to open my eyes to,
even if it's only
that one all too familiar
surprise...
342 · Mar 2020
Dream Theory
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
When I close my eyes
sleep does not come cheap,
today's cost
is inevitably tomorrow's loss.

Invisible connections,
in entropic waters,
burn out,
demanding to be re-soldered,

hardwired,
in the hopes
they will once again all fire
in the correct order,
at the right time,

(whenever the need may be).

And it's now here,
as I reach for you
across this memory bridge,
to find you safe and sound
tucked right under my chin.

I will learn to keep
my eyes shut tight,
allowing dreams to bend, loop,
and faithfully overwrite.
342 · Jun 2020
Cloudette
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
Sometimes clouds
Sometimes rain

Sometimes a little gray
to wash away
the inhumane
341 · May 2020
Reconsidering Sylvia
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
Sylvia didn't waste time

She kept time

In a bell jar

On her nightstand

Next to the blissfully whirling blackness of eternal oblivion

All in the hopes it might one day grow wings

And lift her beyond the owl's talons clenching her heart
for Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
341 · Jan 2020
Vorsprung durch Technik
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
The main driving force behind
technological advancement
is money

After that it's all about
learning to use it
to harm other people
Vorsprung durch Technik is German for 'progress through technology.'
340 · Oct 2019
The Mean Season
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2019
Summer fall winter spring
We used to wonder
What each of you would bring
Now we're afraid to ask
Since global warming proved a real thing
340 · Jun 2020
Love is a Bitter Token
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
I. The Boy With The Cuckoo Clock Heart

Born with a frozen heart,
abandoned in
Edinburgh.

One kind physician
laid her hands upon him,
in a bit of medicinal salvation,
by placing a cuckoo clock
inside his chest.

Now an orphan,
among peculiar friends:
tear-filled flasks,
eggs containing memories,
and a man with a musical spine.

There's but one catch
for this boy:
his heart is fragile,
he must never, ever
fall in love.

Existence is undoubted.
But without this one emotion,
can he really live?

Love is a bitter token.


II. The Girl With Glass Feet

"It was a humid night,
later to become a hated night."

Upon an island sound,
feet first, she is slowing turning
into glass.

By sheer happenstance,
she meets a shy boy
who lives there
with an extreme fear
of being touched.

As she slowly disappears,
she untethers herself
from self-pity,
by teaching the boy the value
of interaction.

Inchmeal, he begins to reach out
and feels everything
she has lost to the night.

Love is a bitter token.


III. The Snow Child

"November was here."

A married couple,
in Alaskan remote,
suffering from one great sadness:
no child of their own
and unable to talk of it.

He's buried by
the weight of the outer ice,
she's crumbling
from inner despair.

And so on a rare
friendly day trek,
they built a child out of snow,
outfitted with mittens and scarf.

A day later it is gone,
remembered only in absentia,
yet there appears
a beautifully arrayed
creature of winter,
a little, lissome girl in the woods,
hunting with the red fox.

In wishing to understand
these encounters,
the couple come to love the child
as their very own daughter.

Yet will she ever accept them
as they do her?

Or see them
merely as snowdrops?

Figurines frosted over by
the harsh landscape
they each wander?

Love is a bitter token.
BLT's continued challenge - to write a poem using the Merriam-Webster word of the day, lissome. It's in there somewhere.
339 · Feb 2020
Poison
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
A wicked stem
With which to stir the drink

I love it when
You poison me

Makes our time together
A bit more fun

Not having to guess
When it will end
337 · Feb 2020
Puke
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
1-hour photo lab: an aged prop:
prompt

One hundred years of solitude: glass city:
yellow be their faithful death:
mikado

She prefers another color
for the bedroom wall:
sarcoline

She's in the spotlight
staged like a warm peach:
Non-Euclidean

'Almost a spy--
looking forward to a bright and wonderful future'
--eternally and everlasting:
amaranth

What do you give the person
who thinks they have it all?
Doubt:
that dull brown stocking to wear on his feet
337 · Jan 2020
Oblivion
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Love is a blindfold
--you're content in not knowing
how it will end.
336 · May 2020
Whiz Quiz
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
Are the pedals on a piano
There because it once was a vehicle?

Are there long lines tonight
At the nudie fish market?

Is that a ****** dressed as your wife
On the Lord's day?

Is your depression building its own
Glorified bomb shelter?

Do you pray for what wilts
As equally as for what blossoms?

Did someone ***
In your sandbox again?

Was it you?
336 · Nov 2019
Been There, Done That
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
I have the distinct feeling
I've been here before.
But it's not déjà vu this time.
Just boredom.
334 · Dec 2019
Sequence of Interlude
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
The glint in your eyes
When I cupped your moons
Was only a prelude
To the gravitational pull
Between two heavenly bodies
Finally untethered
From the chains
Of solitary confinement
333 · Mar 2020
la cuatro ojos
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
She had eyes
like Mississippi

...all four of them
333 · Jan 2020
Together We Form Silence
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Abate
Suppress
Together we form silence
Mute
Extinguish
Without a sound
Our love is diminished
331 · Nov 2019
Penny Pincher
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Why should I pay you
A penny for your thoughts,
When you're clearly dying
To give your two cents worth?
330 · Jan 2020
I Love You to Smithereens
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
I'm the poisoned drink
Of your dreams
Come and sit on this throne
Be my perpendicular queen
When the doors are locked
With my psychosis wide open
You'll understand what
All of this means

Love,
Henry VIII
328 · Nov 2019
Morning in the City
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
From under the covers we watch,
observing the sun stir from its own bed
and push with labor pains into the sky.
In slow incremental gradations,
and yet so abruptly,
light makes its first impression,
becoming distinguishable
to the untrained eye once more.
And here those blinking
night lights of metropolis
hemorrhage into one another
until they fade against
rising pinnacles, spires,
and sparse clouds in contrast
to the horizon's orange canvas.
I reach for the camera
as she pads nakedly to the window,
transfixed upon the birth of new day
in such breathtakingly ornate environs.
She quite smiles her admiration,
and as I capture the unguarded moment,
I am struck over how the two of us
marvel at the beauty of this outside world
far more than we do our own.
327 · Jan 2020
On Your Mark, Get Set...
326 · May 2020
Destroy, She Said
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
Mommy drinks because you're bad
Destroy, she said
But remember
The practical pyromaniac
Burns responsibly
325 · Nov 2019
Romeo & Juliet
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Kids from opposite sides
Of the tracks,
Who got hit by the love train,
Then they got married
And died,
Only they didn't,
So they tried again
And did.
325 · Sep 2020
Living As Fiction
Carlo C Gomez Sep 2020
Broke through the dark
by wounding one of its own

La luna lone

Made a hole in the heart
of my midnight

Bleeding out acetylene light

Grief is the haze

A mist shrouding reality
within these closing days
325 · Dec 2019
Testing the Waters
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
A body of water
Can weigh
A body of work

Like children
You wade them out
To the deep end
But at some point
Have to let go

Sometimes they sink
Sometimes they swim
325 · Nov 2019
Bitter Irony
324 · Aug 2020
Island
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020
Subterranean paresthesia
Has begun to pry (again)
The roots of which
Come out of this ground
As an isolated tree
Withered and dry
Surrounded by useless waters
And grawlix signs
Hanging from ropes
Like guns in the sky
323 · Jan 2020
Too Much Time Spent in Cars
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Green yellow red
Are the color of my pills
Pass go I collect them all
The road rages in my head

There's a special place
In my heart for guns:
Left ventricle
Where the bullet lodged

I had a hard time
Seeing other people's
Point of view
So I started collecting opinions
Now I can't make up my mind

I like to go places
It's people I avoid
I travel mostly abroad
But can't recall her name
Half the time

A good driving record
Is worth zilch these days
But ******* might
Lower my premiums

Dogs are man's best friend
Yet they lick themselves
Men are better drivers than women
Yet they trick themselves
Too much time spent in cars
And not enough
In the one they love

There's an old saying
I can't remember
And it goes something
Like this:

Wipe the dust from your feet
Before you come inside
It keeps the house in order
Especially should it get
Sold out from under you

Most of us are but one paycheck
Away from being homeless
Man is the most dangerous animal
Dwelling in the cage of his vehicle
I used to work on Wall Street
Most days now I just pray

Don't worry
Everything equals out in the end
Except life
I'm always so sure
What lies beyond the next bend
Will finally be to my advantage
How could it be though
When my creditors
Own the road?
Inspired by the poem "Sven" from fellow HP writer Caro.
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
Jimmy had a dog named Barnaby.
He was just like one of the family.

He did what most good dogs do.
He kept Jimmy company, even ate his homework a time or two.

But no matter how hard Jimmy tried,
Barnaby would never, ever fetch a ball.

Oh, he typed, he vacuumed, even mowed the lawn,
Yet, wouldn't retrieve any stick at all.
From the Poets Unite Worldwide anthology: Children We Are: Poems For Children (Children books Book 2)
322 · Jan 2020
Recap
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
I'm sick and tried
of feeling sick and tired
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
She still can't comprehend
How the space between them
Once measured in fingertips
Must now be calculated
In light years
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