The Dedpoet

Sep 2016

Sjr1000

In a palapa in Yalapa
Drinking mezcal moonshine
with a local named Rudolpho
He waves his hands in circles and squares
in candle shadows

Eyes turn inward to see

becoming a mind in the present
childlike wonder
big moon rising
pulling internal tides
stretching roots
grounded in the earth

Rudolpho knows how to laugh in colors
He knows how to dance Zorba style
arms held high to the diamonds in the sky

Nothing was achieved but everything was fixed

Zooming towards a universal experience
among the universal mind

Don't know where the night went

Rudolpho knows the ritual of the sun
Told me what I needed to know
singing
"Hurray another day"
while a parrot calls my name
and a scorpion slips into my shoe.

A palapa has no walls
I didn't either
all I was
was windows

Drinking mezcal moonshine
with a local named Rudolpho
he knows all about goodbyes.

Sep 2016

wordvango

itchy

for a poem, a new one that eclipses
all those ever I did wrote. I sit
and sip awaiting the excavation
rebirth of my muse, her second
coming, her reincarnation,
I dig dig farther down
trying to make her appear out of the mud,
and she did, for a minute, said
you killed me you idiot,
with your misinterpretations
of what I whispered
in your ears that night, and told the whole world.
Guess I am
******?
guess I should have
listened better.
My *** still
itches.

Sep 2016

wordvango

itchy

for a poem, a new one that eclipses
all those ever I did wrote. I sit
and sip awaiting the excavation
rebirth of my muse, her second
coming, her reincarnation,
I dig dig farther down
trying to make her appear out of the mud,
and she did, for a minute, said
you killed me you idiot,
with your misinterpretations
of what I whispered
in your ears that night, and told the whole world.
Guess I am
******?
guess I should have
listened better.
My *** still
itches.

Sep 2016

Denel Kessler

Brittle

in scorched ground
severed roots remain
untethered tumbleweed
rides the thermal
on a heady rush to heaven
only to drop shattered
on the desolate highway
a once lush landscape
in full splendid flower
abundance freely given
but for one desire
do not let me die
for lack of water

Sep 2016

Denel Kessler

Brittle

in scorched ground
severed roots remain
untethered tumbleweed
rides the thermal
on a heady rush to heaven
only to drop shattered
on the desolate highway
a once lush landscape
in full splendid flower
abundance freely given
but for one desire
do not let me die
for lack of water

Sep 2016

lulu

hold on, darling. we're almost home

i can feel everything we have slowly slipping through my fingers.

i'm trying so hard to hold on but it's like trying to stop sand from falling

through an hourglass and i just can't hold on much longer and i keep

begging and crying out for you to help me and for you to hold on but

the more i do the more your fingers open and all of the sand is falling

so quickly i don't know how to stop it.

*please don't let me go

Side Note: *I don't want him to leave but he seems to be coming up with every excuse to send me packing and I just don't know what to do next.

#love #sad #anxiety #up #break #relationship #breakup #heartache #lovehate #codependency

Sep 2016

lulu

hold on, darling. we're almost home

i can feel everything we have slowly slipping through my fingers.

i'm trying so hard to hold on but it's like trying to stop sand from falling

through an hourglass and i just can't hold on much longer and i keep

begging and crying out for you to help me and for you to hold on but

the more i do the more your fingers open and all of the sand is falling

so quickly i don't know how to stop it.

*please don't let me go

Side Note: *I don't want him to leave but he seems to be coming up with every excuse to send me packing and I just don't know what to do next.

#love #sad #anxiety #up #break #relationship #breakup #heartache #lovehate #codependency