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Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
i must
have
mistaken
you
for
somebody
else
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
1.
this is our corner of the world
polished brass and sweet briar
a hilltop of skinned matchsticks,
the cathedral's daylight spire

faded concrete slabs surround

an acre of white daisies found
pulled from guilty mirrored glass
clouded on the other side
of summer dawn's disease now past

across a pool of melted sleep
weaved with banded dreams of each
stands a pristine marble arch
the naked freeze will never breach

where converges a lilac destruction
sisters bent on double knees
knows no limits does seduction
helium kisses in the breeze
twin hearts of mercury
sudden in an iron pond
flammable streams of deconstruction
love looks down at broken bond

as the depths groan
comes a wonder
from an earthly being
torn asunder

"love it lingers so sugar sweet
the thinnest line between
finished and complete
the layers of gone that stand before us
this last time we are to meet"

2.
distant lies the ungraced angel
on the grass with broken wing
looking over halo's field
from the pit of early spring

we all knew her name

cinderella traded her virginity
for a moment with
the holy trinity

she had her moment
of doubt and pain
nailed to a velvet cross
internally bleeding for *******

(for which she had no affinity)

the ballad of a life
no one wanted to live
another name for destitution
(a lonelier prostitution)
subtly leaking like a sieve

5 fingers of love
were once wrapped around her neck
when she lay with dragons teeth
inside darkland tunnels
under sanctuary sheath
"i want to bury
my time
with you
on heaven's underneath
and empty my memories
on sunday morning's least...
for the way you are
and the way you'll always be"

3.
I knew a girl
with prisms
for eyes
scars
made by incision
(with holy precision)
(sunlight)
refracted into
the color of God

her names were myriad
blue and red and yellow
they cut like a knife and good
through a gestation period
of adolescence to
adulthood

one day disappearing
the whispers in the street were nearing
once with daylight straight aligned
now to the dark she was inclined

whose surgical decisions
have undone this condition
and brought down a stigma
of Christ-like submission?
what structure of mercy
could assault such a vision?

(she couldn’t speak
without bleeding-
an unrelated predisposition)

“while it strikes me as a vagary
of faith and needless repetition
I will indeed repeat myself
for this latest edition

lest a mistake be made
with those who measure enlightening
let it be known that:
I am the girl who magnifies God-she
who splits country lightning. I am the girl
apart from sight,
absent of fear and alone in the dark...
I am the girl beyond the speed of light!!

if I am to be undone
for these reflections of divinity
then let it be this cry
to echo out through infinity

I am not yellow
I am not blue
I am not green
I am not red

I am in between colors
of hues forever unsaid"

4.
no one knows who it was built for
this palace of injection
nameless and ageless
this abscess of infection

the dark horse king
is off his throne
and in his crowned confusion
gave away the
nightly blood
for his type's transfusion

no one dared
disturb his
seclusion
when his mind
decayed
into illusion
white blood cells
and brown powder
forever joined in a fusion

5.
"maybe i am /maybe i am not
but
i want
to be
the last line
in your
story tonight..
and the first thing
you see
when you
wake up.
lie down
next to me
now
and sleep"
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
i caught the plague

every second hazy
every minute vague

so well balanced this tribulation
that it affects every nation
worthless is the medication
unless taken with fortification

drunken reeling
useless feeling
pitiless luck...ummm...
fruitless duck?
ahhhh ****....

no wait, wait... i got it now
adenoidal cow?
hormonal sow?
the far back reaches
of the here and now...
the stern of the boat
but now the bow..
free blow jobs for
Chairman Mao
i'm trying to finish
this ****..
but how?

rhyming is fun
until its not
sorry for this ****** poem
but no one will read
it anyway...
sincerely, Marge Schott
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
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Mariano Rivera is as close
to God as we will ever see
Christ-like on the mound
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
kiss me like the plague
hands of the sea
fingers an armada

kiss me with your barb wire lips
your lipstick's like a curse
crooked teeth and gapped
your smile like a hearse

kiss me with pink scars on your drop dead skin
(lead me to your slaughter)
thighs spun into spider silk
(I’ll be your sacrificial lamb)
1 pint water
3 drops mother’s milk
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
simulated fires burn simulated wood
simulated lovers **** on a simulated screen
artificial hearts do their simulated best
pumping blood for a simulated good
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
(other states of living)

under nyc rainclouds fermenting for
centuries in the ether machine
gazing across the width of an August interlude
to a clearing amongst the ashes
in the furnaces of destiny
when the dust of time settles
onto our outstretched hands
I will walk past the way of
all weariness and into your splintered eyes
until the path becomes clear
and i am reborn
a motherless child
of stellar regions
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