CR: Favorites

Jun 2013 CR

tread

over-caffeinated like a maj-gician (the electricians of existence), Matilda sang her morning brew a lullaby as she convinced breakfast not to panic from the pain of the frying pan- "sit quietly, take the pain, feel the burn- SIZzle! soon you'll be a human being and begin your life as a synthetic deity free within the skin of metastasized consciousness."

soon the egg seized in pleasure; a masochistic joy overtook it as yoke splurged from within like ****** ***** during ******* when the gimp has forgotten the safety word, screaming

BANANA

NEW YORK

CODE ORANGE

! ! !

while the perpetrator continues to scream verses from the Bible and Leviticus 1:3; an audiotape of On Being and Nothingness sends chills down the dark-sides spine in a hyperreal realization of the role choice plays in evils mortality.

must we listen while we speak? does reciprocity die in egoic colonization of the African subcontinent of the mind? is this the beginning of an age of autism born within the confines of illuminated rectangles of permissible distance and social hell-frozen-over?

man, you weren't even paying attention.

*******.

inspired by JJ Hutton and Third Eye Candy.

Jun 2013 CR

silly with lagunitas

Jun 2013 CR

glass can

silly with lagunitas

I balance a beer off of the white mound of belly that holds my food baby
I have named him Alberto, and he is tacos

and I am hearing, and but not really listening
it doesn't matter, we're having fun, it's alright

as the chatter of girls and boys, joking,
and full of charm and giggling, poking fingers
I look at their beautiful faces, grinning

smile stretched ear to ear, tan and freckled, lightly pink
on my striped bed with good food, good beer, crumbs in the sheets

ready to kiss faces, to break in my bed,
to blush scarlet, thanks to them, me too
and I am an amiable animal, for now

Jun 2013 CR

2 devils are leaving

Jun 2013 CR

Nixon Vang

2 devils are leaving

In silence now, lost all senses and time. mistaking favor, to whatever God I'd leave behind. Embracing a cold night. White hands paling rip around me pull my head down and to the side. for all my sobbing surrender, screaming, whaling, voices his favorite lullaby. My kind of lonely rejoices an impaling goodbye .The dozens in dimes paid for, The Devil throws a grave rose mockery in my sight. Horrific benighted, there's no pretending our knowing who gets through. Now gazing into me, "you see how much God's love remembers you?" "Sneaking around him is nothing new." "I'll lift your eternal warnings." Thinking my dying hearts no place for a soul to reprimand, and warnings always stand. pointing to look to the promised land, from here we see coffins of glass poking through the sand. Devil rolls his tongue, contorting the messages to lies. Sighing, "only selling closure for the broken, and before they die, they're always asking for new, agent blind less, pain enabled, and filters to my lies, you know there's always a truth in what I do." All actions have paid for, misery prayed for cheapens a forced fed compromise. knees cracking the ground, clasping hands and hollow eyes, agony stayed for, pain in magnitudes you could never never describe. take the gate keys to your burned down bridges," enjoy the blue night cold before white hot ignites the sky.

Everything better us a analogy. Not a convert poem, religion baited our Pentecostal. All in here are caterers only.

May 2013 CR

my first love poem

May 2013 CR

Gary Muir

my first love poem

the funny thing about time
is the way it grinds your bones to dust
while they’re still sitting in your flesh

we can all feel it,
we pretend we don’t, but we do

you feel it when you wake up in the morning
having dreamt of your childhood
and the sound of your sister’s laughter is still ringing in your ears

you feel it when you look up from a book
and its not your brother sitting in the chair next to you
but a strange fellow with a deep voice
and a nose that looks remarkably familiar

and strongest of all, you feel it when at the dinner table
your mother asks you what you’ve been up to for the past 18 years

see, the funny thing about time
is the way it grinds your bones to dust
while they’re still sitting in your flesh

just the other night, I pressed my palms together
and I called on a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile,
to ask where he’d been

he told me he’d been spending time with my father
because the man really needed some company
without his oldest son to talk to

oh and while I have you, he said,
your mother called
she told me to tell you
that your bed is made, if you ever want to come home

i sat down to write a poem about anything but love. i guess when you're running from it is when it hits you the hardest.

May 2013 CR

coming of age story

May 2013 CR

Cadence Musick

coming of age story

adolescence fit him like
hand me down sweaters
with missing buttons
he was always meant
to not fit
into it.
he watched
her graceless fingers
lace up the battered boots
that rose past her calves.
his eyes hugged the curves
her legs like snaking highways
in hot arizona summers
heat lightening
in his heart.
they all knew the sweaters wouldn't fit.
maybe he knew it too.
because the taste of her was
like holy water
and the child he never knew

May 2013 CR

The River

May 2013 CR

esther

The River

i used to go to my grandmother's house during the summer
and in her backyard, behind all the trees
was a river
some days it'd be weak
sitting still without interruption
some days it'd be violent
crashing against the bank
and one day
i was laying by the river
watching it flow by to somewhere i couldn't see
and i stuck my hand in the water
and it rushed between my finger tips
i heard my grandmother shout,
"try to hold the river back"
and i laughed "i can't do that grandma"
and i pulled my hand out

a year after i went to my grandmother's house for the summer
and in her back yard some of the trees
had snapped and fallen over
but there was still the river
and it was gentle
i kneeled down by the river
and stuck my hand in the water
it danced around my finger tips
and i shouted
i can hold the river back grandma
and she smiled softly, "that's lovely"
and she walked out

today i went to my grandma's house
and in her back yard the trees
were rotting away and everything was silent
but there was still the river
as if it absorbed every bit of life that had once existed around it
and it was thrashing viciously
like a dog wanting to be let from its cage
and i stood staring at the water
and thought of summer
i heard myself saying
"try to hold your river back"
and i couldn't

this was inspired by a monologue my drama teacher preformed for us.

May 2013 CR

somewhere i despise

May 2013 CR

Kally

somewhere i despise

i.
every meal is an unavoidable family feast
   meat, bread, cheese, dessert
   regret is building inside of me-
   inside my stomach, my thighs, my cheeks.

ii.
clouds, freezing wind, pouring rain
   a sad excuse for summer
   it leaves me just as down
   as i was a year ago today.

iii.
pressured to look busy, to be busy
   to go places without transportation
   to see people who are states away
   to go outside in the lifeless sun.

iv.
privacy is sunday mornings and showers
   watch what you say, what you show
   be prepared to defend a tear or fist
   don't you break down.  not here.
   breakdowns aren't accepted at home.

May 2013 CR

The Red Poppy

May 2013 CR

Louise Glück

The Red Poppy

The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.

May 2013 CR

stars

May 2013 CR

madeline may

stars

you said you were the man
who fell in love with a star
and you couldn't understand how
a mere mortal
could fall in love with something so far away

maybe I am a star
but stars have no substance
I am nothing but chemicals
so big, so bright
so distant, so empty

here I am, adrift in orbit
of a black hole
of illness and self destruction
dark, haunting
waiting to **** me in

you wonder how insignificant you must be
to all of us above
but I think you look quite
enormous
and it makes me feel small

don't come closer, dear
or you'll burn
and if you wait long enough
maybe it'll be time for me
to burn up, too

you were right about one thing, though
a man cannot love something so far away
and you cannot love me.
inspired by unfinished poetry I found on your phone.