SWB - Hello Poetry

SWB Jul 2012

Passage

There's a passage of words you can follow
-the farther you travel the more you'll learn-
its walls narrow, hollow.

SWB Jul 2012

The simplest of shapes are losing their form.
The sun will blend in with the shade at this rate
I can't stand up in this storm.

No safety in numbers, but death by swarm.
Winds of change whelp under gravity's weight.
The simplest of shapes are losing their form.

Chaos cracks its knuckles 'fore sacking the norm
then squashes infinity- not one line's left straight.
I can't stand up in this storm.

Providence whimpers as fate's left forlorn.
Pandemic obscurity greedily takes
the simplest of shapes and scrambles their form.

Hurled into reverse, things once dead are born.
The simplest of forms are losing their shape.
I can't stand up in this storm.

Lives flash before me- things start to go warm.
Time left for prayer, but I fear it's too late.
The simplest of shapes are losing their form
I can't stand up in this storm.

SWB Jul 2012

empty chair

it's taking a breather
from fat wallets, damp denim,
and children's ***** feet.

SWB Jul 2012

I need a savior

I need a savior,
a real savior,
one- who when I need saving-
won't lazily toss me
a lifesaver made of razors
and call that **** a favor.

SWB Jul 2012

acting like I know what I'm doin'

escorting you through the back alleys of Asia,
well it's kinda like
strutting into an interview drunk.
It's kinda like walking through airport security
with a baggie full of illicits in pocket 4
or is it pocket 5?

Hearing you speak Korean
with a shaking head
and a firm hand on my inner thigh,
well it's kinda like
asking a stranger to pay for my drinks.

Treating you to dinner and pitchers
when your heart's fighting your brain,
well it's kinda like
reassuring a child on his birthday
that he's getting presents later in the week.

And so receiving your words in the morning,
well it's kinda like
getting a kiss on a swollen cheek
right beneath a fresh black eye.

It's all kinda like it's dangerous
but I think I'm doin' an OK job
at acting like I know what I'm doin'.

SWB Jul 2012

I'm left naked, shivering

I drowned it all tonight
in a tub of foolish advances
too hasty for rationale's sake-
washed her mouth out with soapy regret.

If she tells me she's dry
and that the taste was nothing,
I think I'll just wrinkle further.

'Cause the drain is choking
and the water's gone cold
and I'm left naked, shivering.

SWB Jul 2012

The florescent window starts to tear

The florescent window starts to tear
as unaware patrons laugh at what's not,
this curious artist tries not to stare.

Commotion and soju leave no room to care;
hard laughter claims faces and leaves them red hot.
The florescent window starts to tear.

There's a booth full of groping; revelry's shared.
A landfill of lonely unslurped shots.
This curious artist tries not to stare.

Fat tangible energy filling the air,
this hand girps the pen with all it's got.
The florescent window starts to tear.

Now they're howling and growling and shooting off flares-
not even the S.W.A.T. team could make them stop.
This curious artist tries not to stare.

Now every wall's shedding its scales 'till they're bare,
while people are drooping and turning to slop.
The florescent window starts to tear.
This curious artist tries not to stare.