Alexander Coy

Alexander Coy Apr 2016

He took the blue sari
and it worm him
like a blanket of
harpooned skin.

A rope wrapped
itself around his neck
and colored his
abyss-black lips red.

It was seen as blood
to those around;
unbearably sad and
overflowing wth
pure joy.

It was his personal sand dune;
sinking into concrete waves
of the nearby animals;

He took the red sari
and covered his insides
with their hidden words;
said the present moment
was the only elusive meaning
we could depend on.

And then without warning
hushed the entire world
with his siren.

He took the gold sari
and it gave him
the music that
tears limbs of dancers apart;

and that satisfied him
to no end, but he knew
deep down his shallow waters

that the eternal dream

was just getting started...

Alexander Coy Apr 2016

Aajaari

Once,

I spoke to myself in crowds;
a unibody with heavenly mouths,
clouds lost in air that carried serpent tongues.

I dreamt we had a child
and named her Many Moons;
she grew to be the slayer
of conquerers and the
thief to tyrants.

And in between
her coiled arms
she bore poisonous fruit.

A ***** blossoming
infernal scents of dews...

She looked like you
when you were a young illusion;
an astral image projected
by a silent conversation.

I sat to myself and pondered
the freedom of thought
with limited mental capacity;

I sat by myself
and tried lonesome on for size;
and I saw that I lost you
in all the useless things I find;
a fragmented concept
produced by a whole mind.

I dreamt we made love
while others spoke of
it's practical uses;

I dreamt you were inside me
while you surrounded me;

And then I saw the eclipse
eat itself alive.

Alexander Coy Apr 2016

Bear the Freedom

I've been handed new lives to live,
multiple perspectives, laser-like attention spans,
kaleidoscope vessels, an ****
of acute senses;

all at my disposal; I am free now.

But every now and then
a freedom is challenged
by another sentient being,
dependent, under developed;
a weak and vulnerable specie.

We're as one,
thinking tanks at war,
on our own;
the bee
and the honeycomb;

Health is only a
decoration; our insides
a personal labyrinth

a complex tomb
if you will;

and will you shall.

I am ushered in
like a corpse
full of science;

a personal example displayed
only in public;

The reality and it's
magic;

the distracting
sense of self;

and the absolute
breathing project.

We're free now,
let's enjoy this
enslavement while we can;

While we're
still sinking
in fruit.

Alexander Coy Apr 2016

Susan

I want to be kissed by a small
wounded animal. I long
to have bullets graze
past my chubby cheeks.

I'm too busy
looking away
instead of focusing
on what is right
in front of me.

I want my belly to be filled
with Death's babies; and for
my hair to grow long and
spider-like.

Blanket me in a thousand blacks.

Pixelate my entire soul and transfer me
through the infinite circuitry.

I am Image
and Image is legend.

Bundled up in dry words
of a snowstorm day dream;

I reap all that is beautiful;

it's definition not so definitive

anymore.

Alexander Coy Apr 2016

Phil's Darkest Hour

This afternoon I tried signing onto my Xbox but it wouldn't let me.
I called up customer support and they asked the usual questions.
Then they put me on hold for thirty minutes or so;
and in those thirty minutes I decided I'd make a grilled cheese sandwich.

When the customer service rep got back on,
he said the account would immediately be deactivated
and they they couldn't refund me for all the purchases I made;
then told me I was better off with a Nintendo WiiU and hung up.

I looked at my phone in disgust. Surely this was some sick joke.
But anger, much like a clean, pretty face,
got the best of me.

I chucked my phone at the wall;
then rushed out the house and found the closest thing I could see.
An old lawn chair from my jam band festival days.
I threw it, with all my might, into the street;
screaming "I don't want a ******* WiiU!" over
and over, till my voice gave
and puttered like a Ford Pinto on it's last leg.

That's when I noticed the windows were tinted black;
and soon after smoke started to billow out the windows.
Oh no, I thought, the ******* grilled cheese sandwich!
I ran in, coughing, my blue shirt clinging to my nose and chin;
the alarm screaming "I have seen the face of God!".

I managed to make it to the *****, grabbed
all the plastic water bottles I could find and
gave the stove counter top hell.

After the smoke cleared, I removed the pan,
threw away the sandwich
and slumped like a limp sack of grains
on the stool by the kitchen window.

And for the rest of that day I mourned over my deceased sandwich;
Oh, how well it would've paired with a bowl of Campbell's tomato soup.

Alexander Coy Apr 2016

Santo

It's been quite some time since I've seen my father.

He rests like the mask of a retired luchador;

a soft, withering hero's costume of my childhood.

I know I don't talk about him much;

it's not like you ever ask what he was like anyway.

My uncles and aunts who used to shine like diamonds

when talking about him, have corroded over time;

stuck in the dying art of living.

I used to be superstitious you know.

Each time I visited the cemetery

I'd make **** sure I wouldn't walk over his

grave.

I can still remember the expression his face would make

when he got angry with me.

I feel that demon seethe within when I don't get my way.

And I never, ever get my way.

So what gives?

Pay a visit, let my words rise and fall in the afternoon air;

Feel the hopelessness of communication; each word

a petal that's been torn off with no regard and roughly

placed on a half-assed craft.

At least there is a consistent mood I can depend on;

where every question remains unanswered;

a predicable outcome;

always a safe bet.

Alexander Coy Apr 2016

My Night With the Redeemer

I was so young. Just born fresh really. My flesh was as tight
as it could manage itself around me. Somehow
this attracted your gaunt wrinkled fingers; your corroded bones
found their way into my new home.

You tickled until you found the right spot,
and then you prodded until you drowned out
the stops.

You made a holy body
laugh it's way back into the womb.

Who knew safety
was never real? And yet
it would be worth more than
the King's jewels, Made in China gadgets,
and hell,--

God?

You took every intimate secret and made it public.
Shoved a black crystal into my heart, like a child
stuffing a cube into the star shaped gap; positioned
it just right so that every horror would
reflect from any light.

You penetrated the silence of night
and the pleasure you inflicted with ease
lingered for life.

The sweet and subtle pricking
caused ripples that would prevent
me from ever being truly satisfied.

To hell with your lovely disease;
your seductive ways in resuscitating.

Your plague shadow
remains a smeared blotch on the wall
of my humanity.