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123 · Jul 2023
As an Artist's Conk
Sometimes Starr Jul 2023
I am clearing a space in the middle of nowhere
To do nothing
While no one sings of my great success
You didn't warn me in time for the grave address

You didn't have me
She said
You just thought you did

You couldn't tell me a thing
In any context

You were always struggling
You just didn't always see it

You couldn't define victory
In time to be it.

I am a tiny brown mushroom
No,
I am an angel of death

I am a blade of grass
I am a glass of gin

He said,
Don't try and distract me
Waving his hand

I will never misgive,
For I can only disband.
123 · Oct 2018
Instability
Sometimes Starr Oct 2018
I think that it's
Fine
Stumbling across the infinite
Clambering through objects of the day
Trying to make tools of them
Making a bit of a fool of myself.

I know that i'll
Die
I can't seem to get it right
Like the legends strewn across the sky
Maybe I'll just be one of the broken ones
A name forgotten more quickly with
Time...

But I think that it's fine.

I still manage to smile.

Oh, it aches so bad,
I think it's really fine.
123 · Apr 2018
Red Prison (and the Angel)
Sometimes Starr Apr 2018
It's a red prison
Absolute security

With insecure inmates
Inanimate in purity

For
My body doesn't move
It's the shape of its destiny
My feet follow gravity:
Insanity, sanity

It's a dead heaven
Today it's the left foot

The right one is atrophied
Naturally, naturally

A querulous thing
Adjusted recovery
Because justice is bound
To the laws of locality

Not all sentences are life-long
I wait through slow waves of depression
They're wrong
It's just heaven's oppression
They're wrong
It's a song about endless invention
And unity's horn
Sang a wonderful lesson

To a red prison.
The walls,
which dare to protrude

Automatic and rude
With swift pulchritude.

Trippy, indignant
Complacent and soothed

Spoiled and spoiled
Forever confused.

But clarity came and at Once I was moved
I was there as a moment
And all things ensued.

All my love for that angel
Who changes her hair
And I'm lost in it, spinning
Forever ensnared

I'll be gone for the turn of
A sweet smelling lock.

She sings out of my range
She sings from so far away
123 · Feb 2018
unseeming
Sometimes Starr Feb 2018
the universe has hits and misses,
and i guess i'm just a miss.

but if you zoom in on the quantum foam
you'll see the bits of bliss.

need i remind you what this is?

it's stupid, isn't it?
123 · May 2018
dear d---,
Sometimes Starr May 2018
let positive feedback loops be locks of blonde hair.

let angels be the rivers that come together, making us real

let this embrace
by the fireplace
be the whole universe,
now or never

lost forever--
we've a lot to sever.

and sever it well with words like perfect
which are not only words, but ringing verses
of an infinite thing that can't be contained
like clouds that were building, and so it rained.

before i left town, you cut your hair
and where it is now, does anyone care?
they severed it well, my infinite love
i bid you fare well, where ever I go.
122 · Jun 2018
Following your passions
Sometimes Starr Jun 2018
Yes, this is it
You knew it was coming
Adults younger than you
Rock stars and business tycoons
Younger than you

Your stomach in a knot
You loser
You are just an average one.

Where did you really
Expect to be now, reactor?

The world is moving on without you
I really dont mean to depress you, this is the exact point of one of my worst perturbations right now
122 · Aug 2018
Is Great.
Sometimes Starr Aug 2018
Your voice is like morning birds,
Even at night,
Mixing my blood up with your elixirs...
Prodding my soul with your fingers...

Your hair is a bushy brown wildflower
A drape for the face of a nymph,
Your spirit is made of wood
And your laughter is the highest music
Held up in beads by your eyes

We have very nearly the same color eyes
But our roots twist over different rocks and dirt
As our hands pull at the backs of both our shirts
And we kiss in our coves of the universe
And share each dripping word

And your voice
Is like the morning birds
And my heart is stirred awake
I'll bring the fullness of the day,
Just bring yourself to me.
122 · Apr 2018
Despondent
Sometimes Starr Apr 2018
The whole world is a muttered apology,
Holding its brilliance over my head like a playground bully
Only on his face I see the furrowed brow of confusion,
Like he doesn't know why he's doing this to me

And yet with sudden jerks of motion he carries out his worldly duty
And when I jump or whine he is hastened in it
Like a corrections officer at the county jail.

You can't purchase dreams with innocence
You can't trade patience for greatness.

Only across the seas of death do I see retribution for so many lost souls,
Who suffered badly or worse than Jesus Christ,
But none of these could turn water into wine,
No homeless man can heal a passerby.

I suppose that makes him a cell of the body made only destined for flogging,
Never meant to return sight to the blind.

And anyway, they've all long since died.

Well I know I'm wrong but my dreams aren't coming true
And that makes me feel sad and dark
I'm being chained up in the dark
And it's being written down as an act of justice.

Won't you love me, and set my gifts aflight?
122 · Feb 2018
we are strangers.
Sometimes Starr Feb 2018
you
sitting in the sunlight at your kitchen table
it is around 3 or 4 o clock on a Saturday
cold January Saturday
drinking a chai tea latte
from the coffee shop down the street

your lover, the strong man
who whooshed right past me years ago
brings you a soft warm hug from behind
you smile, half-surprised
and the two of you are beautiful.

me
biking home in the snow
eyes locked into that horizon
blasting a stranger's romance into my ears
feet digging into sweet destiny
doing what i have to do
after i crash landed, crash landed down from you.

worrying that i'll never make it
part of me stuck always in the icy pit of jail
now when i get angry
i curse at the walls of my room
but i still believe, still believe.

lighting up a fretboard, trying to elicit a glow
that would sail me over the horizon
writing and writing and writing.

and we,
we will always be lovers.

even though now we are strangers.
Sometimes Starr Nov 2019
shadows slipping over one another on the sea floor
how much of the sunlight do we use
and what is abuse?

sip my brain like a teacup
i'll throw around your veins like streamers
and we'll collapse all the same into bed
my brain in my head
and your veins in your skin

how can you do this?
*** is the reason we stay
salvation just a stone's throw away
how can you do this?
and how!
122 · Jul 2019
The American Antichrist
Sometimes Starr Jul 2019
What if I'm the one
Sipping at the garden
In a golden chalice?

What if it's my fault
That everybody dies
And it's all ****** up?

I wouldn't be surprised
If I was the antichrist
I sit on my throne all day
And cry, cry, cry.
121 · May 2018
Frequently Thought
Sometimes Starr May 2018
I watched you tear them apart.

You are such sick juxtaposition
But that's just one man's opinion.

And it's only a gesture of desperation,
To speak of you as if you were person.

Because in the corner of our minds we know we're lost along boundless corridors of time,
And yet here we are.

open on all sides!

And when you see them starving and diseased and stopped short by cars and drugs,
Maybe the reason it hurts so much is because we are less important than we suppose.

To me at least, I reconcile all that's hard to take with the joy of simply being,
But what a strange thing to see it bear such prisons of pain
And then to leave, I guess, the realm of human judgment altogether
Away from the idea of joy, to whatever else the universe ...becomes?

And it racks my mind because all I know is this *human
I know this is one of those things other people think about too. I want some black cherry ice cream.
121 · Oct 2019
A great loss.
Sometimes Starr Oct 2019
My strive is dying--
I'm sorry to say
I see it so alive in you
All around me
With your eyes like a tiger
With your rhythm like a panther
Stalking its sacred prey
In the jungle church jazz atonal life song

There's no rhyme or reason
We stay together, we fall apart
I am so sorry
I'm sorry that my strive is dying
And I'm not doing the things anymore
To keep it alive.
121 · Nov 2018
Unfinished poem
Sometimes Starr Nov 2018
I felt like remnants after they sent me to jail
But that feeling was fated
My eyes seared hotter once
More to the point
I'm not washed up,
Just disfigured
My new lackadaisical tumor
Different
An unexpected battle

Which is exciting,
If only I spun music to crowds
If only I used my edge to really touch human culture
But now it's rusting slowly
So sharpen this tool
And I do it daily.

I felt like remnants after jail
My body aches, and youth has sailed
I want
And then i wanted to say how I feel like maybe I should have gone to jail, but a part of me gets really, really angry at that idea and accepting that, because I have actually been quite mistreated by the system, but i was acting out, and it did force me to change. I don't know.
121 · Dec 2018
TRUST
Sometimes Starr Dec 2018
Trust me, I am your death
I will never betray you
I will lead where you will go
You will follow, you will follow

Have faith in me, I am your life
I am hollowed out music
Filled with nescient glory

I could be acting behind your head
But it's the price you pay for having eyes

I could be moving very fast
But you will not know where I am
I could be right here,
But you won't know my momentum.

You know there is a horizon line around your sight,
I am what lies beyond it
You are folded up
Into the palm of your own hand
And you're responding.
Little quantum physics? Btw I know it seems like I was talking about velocity but I mean momentum when I say moving fast
Sometimes Starr Dec 2019
waste it waste it waste it waste it
bash my stash against the wall
crash crash crash
i'm gonna waste it all down
smash smash smash
i'm gonna clown around til i'm a
pile of ash
120 · Nov 2021
steep
Sometimes Starr Nov 2021
.

Steep those muscles in blood,
Child
Shine that skin through love.

Wrestle in the mud,
Child
Sift out all that death
and blush--

These fingers, tapping time away
Are not as young as they once were
And may I tell you gently?
I'm scared I may
Have lost my touch.

If you can manage moving
Another soul to love...
Don't hesitate to do it
While you still have the chance.

The road gets steeper up ahead--
I thought that you should know...
Today's the day to spring to life
Let's go let's go let's go!
the period is for formatting

also, thanks to Shel, the man
120 · May 2018
Zero out of Zero
Sometimes Starr May 2018
Sophistry! You solipsist.
You singular charlatan-savant.
You're the *****.
You're the best at sinking deep
Into the thick steaming ****--
One day you'll wash on the beach.

Of another man's eye you'll be seen.
A wretched, fated thing-- scoffed at you'll be.

You are the woman you long for
Chasing your tail
In love with yourself
Never, never, no--
A man-- the greatest ever
But forget it all, forget it in fever.

Dash it all down and scrape her off your skin
Carry that on your back
That is a man
And this
in fact
Is the Final Act--
greatest ever = it's now
120 · Apr 2023
Understand the Lamb
Sometimes Starr Apr 2023
They don't understand
Grandma understands
She can only be with you for so long

They don't understand
The universe forced your hand
Every sin was manifest
Had to be
They say ridiculous,
Clearly it was your choice

They outline the logic
Don't you see
It was your choice
Can't you see why this is your fault

In a court of law
Outlined it
You know it's bull*t--
Self defense!

They don't understand
These other version of you
Drowned versions
Is that what you believe?
That we are all just other version of you

How selfish can this individual be
And can't it see
That it can only go so far before finding a kind of recompense

No I do not see
I refuse to yield
Because I am growing wild
Wild without a care.

If I am to be the predator in heaven,
Then I'll be the best ****** Lamb there ever was.

But you could never be the Lamb
Never, never in a bazillion years
And don't you think just because you're Satan that I feel bad for you
You could never be the Lamb
I'll beat the thought out of you
You could never be the Lamb
The Lamb doesn't act like that
The Lamb doesn't DO that
You could never be the Lamb
No you could never be the Lamb
The Lamb is not so selfish
120 · Jul 2024
larval stage
Sometimes Starr Jul 2024
I wanna kick intertia's *** so hard
It forgets its existence

I wanna cross a couple things
Off of my personal wish list

I do not care about the cost of it,
I'm freestyle living

So when they come for me
I'll blush and tell them merry christmas

I
will not
Be well
Behaved
Tonight
I'm not
The worst
But I wanna be satisfied

And I
Don't have
The juice tonight
But my imagination's strong

These days I try to speak
But it always comes out wrong
120 · Sep 2017
Weave
Sometimes Starr Sep 2017
In, in in
Break the skin
The wave rolls on

Landing rhythm with hearts
and working muscles
Crying cutting-music
from the treasured vessels.

Landing in beds with those lying lovers
And tearing them apart like raw scabs
in, in in
break the skin

He holds himself with strong resolve
He turns his head across the universe
The wave rolls on

Break the skin in,
Rolls the wave on.
Give me bas reflief bossanova beat
In the dusky dawn.
Find the cord that pulls me apart
Find a stronger sinew in that deeper wire

Cut the cord, let me die
Bleed me into eternal life
Cut to harmonics
And erring air

Lovers lying,
Staring there.
i really didn't try with this poem, and i'm not going to edit it. i'm really angry at my life.

i'll probably edit it at some point. i don't practice guitar for the same reason i always just rely on half-witted intuition that COULD be brilliant but i just leave it half-done out of pure ANGER and DISDAIN
119 · Jan 2020
a new job?
Sometimes Starr Jan 2020
so what's
he gonna
do
Now?

i guess i'll just pick
apart
the stars
and the planets
until mercy has been shown to love
and everything makes sense again.
119 · Mar 2019
Colorful Spots
Sometimes Starr Mar 2019
I dripped colorful spots on the way to my death
They are my blood
Warped and wild
Dried and brown
Pink and green and blue and ultraviolet,
Infrared.

You can't read them like a book
They are not crystallized or processed
They're the dribblings of death escaping from my neurotic dream
They're things felt and considered, suffered and enjoyed
Only ever belonging to me,
And even then--
Just something I see.
119 · Jun 2019
Chemical Boy
Sometimes Starr Jun 2019
I'm in a chemical bath,
A swell of activity
Where science touches itself dotingly
Beneath where it peels off skin obsessively

Drink, drink the water
You *******
Stop and smell the roses
Take a minute to whine about your life
And let the sound come back to your ears,
And tell me what you taste--
Tell me what you hear.
119 · Sep 2019
ill
Sometimes Starr Sep 2019
ill
bruxism--
another year of drug addiction.
abcess, recessed, sunken in
feeling like a ghost, walking through the house
hungry but not eating
hopeful but still leaning.

Learning.
a bright red box goes maroon
a bold and serious gray sets in, around
if hold your head steady,
imma milk the cow
keep a clear radius
and i won't worry about the moon
watching me sleep.
119 · Sep 2017
Jazzin' all day
Sometimes Starr Sep 2017
He has a mind like a tight jazz band
Pulling together points of recent conversation, he is string
Whips up space like a wizard, into motivational speech

He was 18 when he learned to read.

See mine lets the nothingness of space fill its eye sockets
There is a great big bundled world... Then a GAP... Then me.
I am awkward. I am seventeen different people. I chameleon my way through this. Who am i?

But this motivational speaker
He moves the nothingness
Pardon my poetic phrase
He sexes it in ways i can't

So i did. I know who i am
I left there and i said hi to a cute girl,
Got her number.
I knew who i was
I felt my body tighten up
Around the moment

That is a great feeling.
119 · Apr 2018
Color Me D---
Sometimes Starr Apr 2018
Black and red roses fell from the sky
The sky was blonde
Your body was green.

You were a forest,
No, you were an entire wilderness
Laying before me nature's refreshing,
Unapologetic love
Refusing to cottle,
Wary of domestication
Open and blue
As your eyes and your words

Inviting to an explorer
But dangerous to a wanderer

All tan and green was my roughly hewn shelter on your beach
With the sun, and the waves, and the breeze

But the fledgling thing was no match for the winds
The winds that come every now and then
They swept my angry curses away and killed them on the sea

Because woman--
You've made a fool out of me.

The winds change and up the ridge was another man
Who found intimacy in your vibrant weather, your thunderstorms, his vista, your hot summer days, his journey through the woods

And you were **** in your black bikini.

I'm dashed to bits on the reef
Throwing a stupid looking hat at the ground
Looking very much like a lost tourist
But you can see the look wearing off
Peeling away like my sunburn,
(Yours truly)
There is a man underneath.
119 · Jan 2019
Destroy Ineptitude
Sometimes Starr Jan 2019
Despondent
Whirring environment
Crestfallen eyes
Second layer,
Eyes of fire
But beneath
I don't know what I'm doing here

The touch is nice
But the feel won't stay
I'm just gonna
Float today, don't wanna
Dig too deep
Where the problems lie
Hide and let it
Pass me by

*******.

I know what I'm up against
I'll build this pillar here
And pull up that one there
And I'll put that dome on top
119 · May 2023
Gave Up
Sometimes Starr May 2023
I'm a lost cause, love
Every argument
Buried in eternal silence

Now I'll scar my brain
I will waste away
And forget the taste of trying

I really loved you
It was the last time I felt alive
But I was broken
Now I'll twist myself some more

And it was my fault
Should have recognized
What you tried to give to me

I will mutilate myself
I was never meant to love
118 · Dec 2018
Taut
Sometimes Starr Dec 2018
In a perfect life,
She'd only betray you after your last breath
And it's hard to be mad when you're dead.

That's the best perspective to have on life,
Dissolution of the ego--
I know there are things difficult to behold
But that's the world you grew into,
And how will you meet it?
She wants to know

And so do you.

We lose our tempers inside her
She digests each mess for what it is
But sometimes I just think--
I'll save it for my dying day.
117 · Nov 2019
ms. chemist
Sometimes Starr Nov 2019
she writes down the formulas of my dreams
when i sleep
and does chemistry experiments at home--
illegal stuff, stuff that could get her in big trouble

but she manufactures drugs
and puts them on my tongue
just to change the color of my sun
the real ending is supposed to be a different word, a slant rhyme lol
117 · Nov 2019
strangers
Sometimes Starr Nov 2019
/

sometimes, when the sun is going down
i can taste it--
i can taste the taste of leaving.

and sometimes when i'm down
i can't steal it
and i taste the taste of losing.

//

it's always getting late
in our little city made of glass.
a wish on a wing,
if only it didn't mean so much.

///

we make more and we break more
we build a city, then we take more
i run with you
who's the **** **?
she's not a friend to me,
she's just a stranger!

we have *** then we get dressed
we get born then we meet death
you left a really, really big mess
you're not a friend to me,
you're just a stranger.

/

sometimes, when my head is spinning
i just question
i just question the whole thing

because sometimes, for all we're given
i just hate it
i just really hate the whole thing

//

it's always getting late
in our little city made of glass.
a wish on a wing,
if only it didn't mean so much.

///

we make more and we break more
we build a city, then we take more
i **** witchu,
who's the **** *****?
she's not a friend to me,
she's just a stranger!

we have *** then we get dressed
we get born then we meet death
you left a really, really big mess
you're not a friend to me,
you're just a stranger.

////

you're just a stranger.
when the world feels cold
and my help's not with me.
check my sanity,
am i even listening?

don't get me wrong,
i've got a mind for love
but i'm staring long
'cause it's not always enough.

(for everybody!)

and sometimes
i start coming apart
and i feel so strange.

so strange

///

we make more and we break more
we build a city, then we take more
i run with you
who's the **** **?
she's not a friend to me,
she's just a stranger!

we have *** then we get dressed
we get born then we meet death
you left a really, really big mess
you're not a friend to me,
you're just a stranger.
NOT A ROMANTIC PIECE

this is a song about how we are as humans and certain just tragedies of our physical makeup as a species. there is of course good, there is of course love and successful life in the universe, but this is just about the fact of just straight loss, and just taking that in and feeling that. there's also a bit of commentary about our ability to actually tell good from bad
117 · Nov 2018
Float on Okay
Sometimes Starr Nov 2018
The grail has been left on the ***** bedroom floor,
You stumble around the earth looking for any answer
A cigarette, keep the cellophane
Used as a baggie to hold your cancer

The gift is discarded with the body
The trash has been building in your room for years
You never cared anyway,
You swallow back those tears

The world is cold and stark
You want to blend in with that dark
Ride the baffling wind until you're caught on a chain-link fence
In some park.

Don't you ever doubt my love--
We are made of the same **** stuff
It's for those like you I fight
Against the empty quantm'of night
117 · Sep 2018
Into distance
Sometimes Starr Sep 2018
Mathematics.

We were two great rocks in outer space,
With music rising as we gave each other
Some kind of hopeful horizon.

Fate gave us an interplay,
Collision and coitus
And now, in my head, these two rocks silently crash
They will orbit each other and dance for a while

An aside--
Then, we were not rocks in space
But motley creatures roving woodland surreal
Mystic animals in the bricks and steel

But where was the mad apothecary with the faithful apprentice,
Hiding secret poison under a tattered cloak?

I know they're out there now,
Ending their rendezvous emotionlessly
And only given emotion by a distant poet
Flirting with an idea,
A something called romance.

A rather silly thing, really.
(Just think of the etymology)

And it is in this way that we were reduced to mathematics
That we became two great--
Two rocks of space
Only still
I feel sad sometimes when i think of you
Going into that great distance.

Where are you now?
What are you doing, and
Do you still think of me?

I still have that mark you left on my silent surface--
It looks nice in the starlight,
And I know you still have yours
Until the whole mind and mess is dissolved
And the pages decay in the soils of time.
117 · Feb 2019
The Living
Sometimes Starr Feb 2019
It is right that chests heave
And these hearts carry on
When you turn out the lights,
Kiss me goodnight

I feel the velvety skin of my lover
And her hair smells like flowers.
When your turn out the lights,
Kiss me goodnight

We are like the most divided army ever,
Marching into the enemy at midnight
When you turn out the lights,
Kiss me goodnight

One by one they shoot us down,
We don't always have time to say goodbye.
When you turn out the lights,
Kiss me goodnight

But for infinite time
We were alive as we were.
When you turned out those lights,
You really kissed me
116 · Mar 2018
The House of Sapience
Sometimes Starr Mar 2018
Animal universe, animal me
Why did you cling to the hard truth of entropy?
Was it a wandering molecule that dreamed up a dooméd yoni,
Like the governments that failed us,
Like the science that failed us,
Like the maternal love that failed us?
But all of these things did so much, just for a moment.

I'll always love your memory, but it won't always be clear to me.

There were things we learned, things we said and did. Things that made us laugh and cry and shook us to our cores. These were all torn from us, but we knew they would be. We faced death as we were, and is it was.

Because all that matters to an animal is not all that there can be. Economy-- was it all just economy?

No, it couldn't be. Emotion, what are you? The trap of victory.

The most sincere celebration brings one to tears. That's when the world percusses the raw heart like a tribal drum.

The magnificent human at the end of his universe.
I focused on what I wanted my reader to feel
116 · Oct 2017
come on, come on
Sometimes Starr Oct 2017
i am waiting for my piece of heaven to download
i'm getting ****** because the internet is slow
the modem is mocking the whiny noises in my throat

i am an attempt to stay composed.

i feel gravely important
and foolish when i remember i'm not
distortions. can't be another victim of rot.

i pause as if balanced on a fulcrum
is it me who has you wrong?
or am i held from momentum
by a universe, flawed

but the spiral inside me unwinds,
and i'm back to my nature
back to that taut feeling of urgency
back to blood filling its office seats inside my body
giving color to my cheeks,
giving me that certain shape

will i die suddenly, lopped up by the sickle
of a passing car?

will i fade away, never having quite reached
the peak i have claimed i could reach?

or will i get there, seize the day for my own
and throw myself at death
a complete and happy man?
116 · May 2019
Dumb poem
Sometimes Starr May 2019
That's a dumb poem
116 · Apr 2018
Bring Back Pluto!
Sometimes Starr Apr 2018
I named you Pluto
You seem as far
My favorite T shirt
Glows in the dark,
Exclaims to Bring you Back!
I think they meant the planet
(Stuck on that)

If I dosed myself with poison, just
To know the joy of love and trust
I'd surely fall in love with Lust
And I'd know where true love came from, dear.

And there's nothing quite so dear as you...
Because your light was pure, a Wild truth
And that turned me to the mirror
Which I shattered out of Fear.

And that leaves me with no choice but to base so much my adult life
Off of the things I learned when you were in these eyes
And you were so **** beautiful, acting out your part
At every scene a crown for art

So Bring Back Pluto!
If you can
Give El to Dis and good Shetan.
And turn each moment on its head
And turn my dreams to life,
Instead
Sometimes Starr Oct 2024
His cautious head is lowered
The scrawny grey wolf watches
And waits his turn

Big brothers are feeding,
He knows not to interrupt.

But he can't see that in his brainstem
Telling his heart to beat
That is where the big wolves are
And he is on the side of a kaleidoscope.

But he doesn't know that he'd go in between
Look for ways to save wolf meat
And all the bucks with their snarled teeth

So he mutates all his leaves
And liquifies his spirit
Summons his chemistry from crystal water molecules.

So he sheds his skin and follows breaks in symmetry
So he varies locally
And complexifies

So he radiates anew
So he watch the spirits run
And he saves the wolf meat,
He no eat.
116 · Mar 2019
Vines of Chronos
Sometimes Starr Mar 2019
The vines of chronos are finding me
Like they find everyone
My face is changing,
A body waning

Where every iota of action
Constitutes a bad habit
Wearing out tissues
Where teeth grit and eyes narrow

The shrine, the chisel
The botched job
Around infinite hearth
Sclerotic vines, take your time
There is still work to be done.

I hear percussive chords
Of ****** time--
*** is in the next room
And I am just a tangent

But move gently off that bruise,
A look, a caress and you're mine
As far as we're tangled
A ******* in vines.

Constrict my nerves
Press out their promise
Chisel the marble
A relief--
A twisting
Of vine.
115 · Nov 2021
Black Hole
Sometimes Starr Nov 2021
Pretty girls,
Rent money,
Used cars and cash for gas,

Rainbows,
Beautiful sunsets,
All kinds of advice for hard times

Long walks on the Gulf coast,
Alcoholic drinks.

Medications,
Days slept in,
Job opportunities and free homecooked meals

Kind extensions from underappreciated friends,
Candy.

Car repairs and music equipment,
Swallowed grief and county jail visits

Everything

Seems to collapse

At the center

Of this boy's heart.
115 · Apr 2023
Ya
Sometimes Starr Apr 2023
Ya
Ya, the taste of ice cream on his lips
Ya, garlic mustard growing on the ridge
Ya, the good ideas on the fretboard
Ya, I hone the sound of thunder in my hand

Ya, Philadelphia
Ya, Rapunzel let down her hair
Ya, Dipper Riley Marko and Tucker
Ya, Texas

Ya, Pokémon
Ya, al kahul
Ya, Fall Out Boy
Ya, skinny jeans
Ya, asymmetrical hairdo

Ya, Kitty
Ya, Rock and Roll
Ya, the nature preserve
Ya, The Way She Moves

Ya, Mayday Parade
Ya, the Philadelphia Orchestra
Ya, Music Theory Classes
Ya, backpacking by yourself

Ya, Family
Ya, the Museum of Modern Art
Ya, Mount Hoback
Ya, Cimarron NM

Ya, The Wonder Years
Ya, Allen Ginsberg
Ya, The Moon
Ya, the Wissahickon Green Ribbon Trail

Ya, the mansion
Ya, Devil's Pool
Ya, Bloomsburg
Ya, Danville

Ya, Kangaroo
Ya, girlfriend
Ya, Australian licorice

Ya, Gameboy color
Ya, AOL Instant Messenger
Ya, The Killers
Ya, Santa Claus

Ya, Chipotle
Ya,
115 · Oct 2021
This garden
Sometimes Starr Oct 2021
This garden has grown wild.

Here the marigolds choke,
There the thistle blooms,

Here the tulips suffer,
There the daisies revel.

There's a ******* with a waving cloak
Here to there, and never home
To answer for this lazy show

Here the roses luster;
Blistered, each begonia

Ivy spreading readily
Dead, my rhododendron.

Whenever time is fertile you should seed or you should swallow,
Depending on the moment.

And when you know it, you know it.
Sometimes Starr Apr 2024
i think i wanna be a recluse
recluse
cause we're full of contradictions
i wanna sleep in the refuse
refuse
it's just an alias of mine

now i wanna be a recluse
recluse
i see the strain in every star i find

i know i'm the strain in every star i find

well, you could give me the world
but i wouldn't even want it
bring this poem to my neck
would i be eager to confront it?
we're stuck in a paradox loop
and i'm starting to feel nauseous
when you realize there's nothing you can do
it's best to be cautious
114 · May 2018
eschew
Sometimes Starr May 2018
i chew on my heart and spit it out
it sticks to the asphalt
***** rubber spinning, leave it behind
i only want cardiac tissue
i only want my mind.

my head's in the smog
but it wants to be in the clouds
i want to make a mountain
from this low, low ground

i retreat to meditation
i sent scouts around
the animal maze
of my brain
they return with the news:
you're insane

i tear on like gritty electric moans
only they sputter, not confident
only now regaining their cool
from some mystic faraway pool
that gives birth to decayings
weird gerund/substantive at the end
114 · Oct 2019
The Young Suffragette
Sometimes Starr Oct 2019
What talent belies the aging boy?
Fost'ring there an ancient flame
Once was used to get him here
Now he flickers with his shame.

Tearing there upon his skin
Between victors and those whisked away,
He is peeling off the edge--
And can you see it in his eyes?
this is probably the most self-depricating poem i've ever written. i'm not even that young, i'm 25.
114 · Oct 2017
Dog-Eared
Sometimes Starr Oct 2017
Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?
for d.m.t.
114 · Oct 2018
Human Thought
Sometimes Starr Oct 2018
When searching for the meaning of my thoughts,
I found a sturdy pedestal of sorts:
That solid fact of history
Yggdrasil in the Earth.

But the strangest echo came
From the miracle of birth.

And down the path behind
The common pattern wants to blur.

And from this evolution
Predictive thought emerged.

So in searching for the meaning of my thoughts,
I stood upon this pedestal, of course
I looked out into the future
And saw that I'm a fool.

Convention makes a man
Into a tool.

We see this is
The only thing we'd do,

But still we're something new
And it keeps us all in school.

When searching for the meaning of my thoughts,
I feel this strangest paradox arise.
I feel the itch inside my rolling eye.

The meaning of my thoughts--
Of course it wants to burst
I want to know what else
Is universed.
113 · Oct 2017
Dog-Eared
Sometimes Starr Oct 2017
Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?
for d.m.t.
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