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7d · 213
Mornin poem 1
Laying in white folds and wishing
To be paid by mail.  He will see the wooden pin glued  to our white box.  
A pin that no longer snaps nor springs down to lock  its soft splintered jaws.  
It works with what it has not trying
To be what it once was when it hung
And sprung  more then  its weight of wet clothing in the yard.
Dec 8 · 303
modern poetry stanzas
The night is beautiful
And lonly as it is
The tastes of brawny men
Awoke  her from her sleep
Cedar and lavender
Odors stirred by the air!


Oh you beastly sweaty hunks my
Salt snow melts, be my neck, be mine all mine!  Oh shred my  buttons away, and rage with your howls through my breast!
Jul 2020 · 157
Untitled
Michael Parish Jul 2020
The dead black  quilt falls across my face.
His purr puts me down and I sleep.
Apr 2020 · 148
Untitled
Michael Parish Apr 2020
Beef is like nothing.
Chicken is Fine.
Feb 2020 · 123
Spring is coming
Michael Parish Feb 2020
The old worthless winter dies.
Daffodils go to work.
An early bird bombs sidewalks!
Feb 2020 · 110
Cuddle
Michael Parish Feb 2020
Black and topped Whit swirls
My hands make refuge on
Thin feelings.
Forget your glasses!
**** the phone.
I love you.
Oct 2019 · 347
REACH
Michael Parish Oct 2019
This kid was fired
currsed
ready to rap
born with trials
sleepy with credentials
ready for theworld as a whole
tired of leaving it slivered
unborn in the case
resurrected with champaighn
and solve poor boy
makes it roar
upon the streets
roars make beats
we live it all
unabrasive
worlds far away
from stardom
bricks spouting freedom
take this
and tell me
if we all deserve
to be ourselves
ring love
with seldom days
when earth went to far away.
troump with that head
marble in freedom
brake asty verse
make it your resume
your life's work
is everything you do
quit playing aces and
skip around the decks
lift your eyes in the brine
see everything as sunchine
take every breath and think
in the unwakable places
make a dark mine lite with
golden cqracels a dream against
unrully time
listen in
keep your Whit's thin
look at every stranger
and know what they are.
cry through ur life
walk in nite
listen to your mind.  
it's always part 1
Sep 2019 · 144
Ms America
Michael Parish Sep 2019
the screwcap gets me everywhere I walk.
Sep 2019 · 145
cold shower
Michael Parish Sep 2019
a cold instinct happened
I turned to the rite
a river wakes me up!
Sep 2019 · 172
lump charcole
Michael Parish Sep 2019
in a snip of steaming
iron
a fire
ignited
Feb 2019 · 163
Keep moving
Michael Parish Feb 2019
You only have to stop
Just until your head
Decides where to turn
Feb 2019 · 152
Being Real
Michael Parish Feb 2019
It's alrite to say we're to busy
Even our greatest family
Members understood
What it meant
To go somewhere brandnew
To brine in love and burn
With out juice
Failure makes happiness
We try so hard
With concentration
Forgetting how crazy
It was to be mixed around
In life.
Ho2 crazy it was to do something
With out care
To see something nobody else
Saw.
We eat and love
And afterwards if we're lucky
Heart the legacy
The story we took for granted
Individuality
The thought of living
The day to day
Of doing what we did.
We raise ourselves to live
And maybe work hard
To keep the for granted
Things on life support.
Jan 2019 · 168
Wild wisdom
Michael Parish Jan 2019
The earth is full of what ever we want.  
A Boxman wipes her away and keeps his round.
Galileo was ready to jump off
If it meant Huxley could make a brave new world.  
The only thing that falls first
Is a dream
Rite next to it is reality
I still don't know what
Landed before.  
Maybe the dream I never
Told my mother
Jan 2019 · 165
Bird dog love
Michael Parish Jan 2019
I can't wait to miss you and feel the wild birds
Run out and flush away from our fire.
You rub my hair like a lucky dog
And I'm ready to be loyal all over again.  
Your to good and I don't want to ever runaway or stray to far
From your foot fall.
I promise to always be on point
And love you forever.
Even when you miss
I promise to keep
Hunting for your
Hand
And the sound
Of your fingers
Pushing to get
What we found.
I love you
Jan 2019 · 283
Fresh air
Michael Parish Jan 2019
One of all Is here
The unwashed blanket
And cups.  
My black cat comes back
Michael Parish Jan 2019
It only takes   one lovers ruptured heart
Can it be restored like a fragile piece of art.  
Or did the fire break their integrity apart.  
Can lovers make a brand new start.
Or will the news be piercing like a dart.
And is there enough sugar to **** it's ****.  
Can lovers make a brand new start.
Or will they fold like Collums  of metal carts.
Can lovers make a brand new start
Nov 2018 · 139
Portrait of castro
Michael Parish Nov 2018
Did he like beer
After a day
Under coconuts
Making shots
With his dreams
Of Africa
Or
How he made
Cigars
With whiskers
Growing
Like blades
In sawgrass
Rising in heat
The puffs
Erupted
It's alive
The rebels retreat!
Holly John F Kennedy
What a roast
Tell the Russians
Let the world
Speculate
Who the hell cares
Lifes a forgotten
Time.
We can't afford to smile.
Nov 2018 · 429
ToWild salmon
Michael Parish Nov 2018
I can't make myself in this place
Breathing the air between this rivers water
I side spin and flip defying the rocks
Finding where the gaps pool in to rest
I will not bite I will not eat until it's done.
I know where I was I was born and I'm jumping  hoping to be there before I die to be like my mom.
Nov 2018 · 152
Highschool renunion.
Michael Parish Nov 2018
What is twenty eight from neighteen neinty
The clique I made  has moved to real estate
They conceal their tattoos with head shots
Waiting to split   the nest egg of their over easy equties
Buying every beach view with sand dollars.
It started in the mushroom headed suburbs
Under the grand piano ceilings
Where we placed our dreams
Up and through the water pipes
And dry chimney flukes
It rose with heat
Ready enouph to heckle the crows
Even with our worst winter's
We stayed and
Brought our souls through
Like Robin's hopping
In their tracks
Along the cherry wells.
Time is everywhere
Even now
Keep making changes
Even ten
Years will
Come again
More so
Ten more
Dreams
Ten more
Lauphs.
Michael Parish Nov 2018
Well George we made it through that raid.
I hope the Germans arnt looking for more.
We'll have to hold the reception out in the court yard
What court yard Gene?  It's a giant foxhole.
I hope Mr Dalton had thought to grab his camera.
He bought a leica   it's worth his house
Gene.
I can't believe it!  A German camera taking our moment.
Oh God Gene they almost took our life
Mite as well smile George  
Not even in America my love!
Not until we reach New York.
Nov 2018 · 172
Jazz Haikus
Michael Parish Nov 2018
Joey defrancesco  
Jazzes up  the house flyes
Just "in that order".

Spoons of coffee grounds
Slam my  procrastinations
Some dark thoughts are lost

A "mellow mood" ripens
"Just in that order". Is a jazz chart by Joey defrancesco

Mellow mood" Dr. Lonnie Smith
Nov 2018 · 156
Good by before the morning
Michael Parish Nov 2018
Your cotton runs in my hair
A hand is all I want
We rub all nite with ourselves
Dreaming our ugly
Ways we can't keep under control.

My instincts kiss your face
And I moan with my forearm
Hoping to make you give in!

Everything you touch is handed back.
Where both waiting to wake  waiting to kiss.
Even if  its it cold and bad like our grossest breaths.

We make get up and work and try to find excuses to be lazy to work on what we made.  

I love you...
Nov 2018 · 407
New november
Michael Parish Nov 2018
After half a season
The hard dry weeds sway  with frost
A black crow  flies.
Oct 2018 · 204
The star fish
Michael Parish Oct 2018
The smooth and oiled wrap
Of hushed water
Calming through every wave
A starfish brines
To bath in what ever sticks
Cold to hold
The chance never got away
To breath some air.
And grab a decent thing when it came.
Oct 2018 · 247
Wharewolf
Michael Parish Oct 2018
I try the starlite
But burn my ghost to death
Cursing the moonstruck
Nite.

A mirror of feirce fire
Whistles at the cold
The blazing sizzle of rain
Can barley spit
With out a breath I know
my heart
Is running wild!
Halloween
May 2017 · 342
Untitled
Michael Parish May 2017
Bless this man
Apr 2017 · 333
Love song
Michael Parish Apr 2017
Break me with all your fear
Im freedom at loss with tears
**** that seagull now
I was only young
You cant leave me here
I found my place
You were testing me
I found my place
I found my place
You cant stop the craze
I found my place
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Its only what you think
Im not in your haze
Its all your sellfish rage
I lost my place
You are innocent
But i will move
But i will move
Please let me get lost
I dont want you
I am in your haze
Please let me leave free
I not in you
Im at my ending
Let it all move on
No more kissing
Though i was dreaming this
Like a **** head
Likrashitheads mind
I thought it could
Be a bad *** man
In his own show
I had my chance
I was leaving my self
All of thish crap
Screamed without a tone
Im living free
Im all alone.
Apr 2017 · 292
Bar lyrics
Michael Parish Apr 2017
Clear me up
Show im fake
Clear me up
Im walking
Runaway
Come back now
Dont go out
Its tempting
But return
Please dont waste
Your hard work

I get it
Not enouph
People make
Nothing true
You feel cold
Fight the lies
Its not you
What matters
In your head
Cant get flight
Play and try
Make it yours
Wait until
You become
One like them
It happens
To us all
Eventually!


Roll it out
The freedom
On your time
After hour
Nbody looks
Get out now
Stay at home

Listen to it!
Call it back
Dont flip shut
The offer
So they say
Its *******

One more round
If its you
Somebody
Will lesten!

See around
Pool tables
Chicken thighs
Frozen ice
Coke mixes
Everything
Your confusing.

No god please
Ive heard it
Im leaving
Let me go!
Mar 2017 · 299
Why would I share you
Michael Parish Mar 2017
Why would I share you?

So ya at the crosswalk
Buy me a beer!
Pluck the dogs you know what lol
A some how
Let me give it all something fine
Scuff the gum
Show all the steam from the cabs
Waveing high heals
in the stream of hot coffee lines
Nobody cares really
Another cotten puffing smoker
Let it a bad desire
Why would I share you on corners
Even the desks
No body needs to understand us
Black jacket rain
Nobody gets this- why should they?
Why give em a reason.
Mar 2017 · 525
Titanic
Michael Parish Mar 2017
Flanel my life
Flanel me with
Scoring leather
Im all alone
Leave me with him
Ive broken bridges
Now oh now
Please sell it to me
The **** she said
Its all blasphemy
Hes leaving with him
Oh god i know
Im playing with dolls
Give it a plastic season
On bad rain
With storm
Leave him on the cruise ship!
Guide my frozen eyes
Save who he was
Please say the raft
Is returning.
Why am i worth pulling.
Hes breaking like twigs
Fading with blueing water
God keeph his mind
Make him sink in thunder.
Ill never go throug life without
Seeing him go.
Mar 2017 · 276
The sunday noise
Michael Parish Mar 2017
But nevertheless I hear you can know what noise inclined inside our Sunday night before dark blue an hour job of bounds sorrows in brittle glass ball pen in here air zones to know how noise did it.
never on Sunday night at times I have you still how much I love to know the noise.   For another day and an amazing time.
Mar 2017 · 272
Bats
Michael Parish Mar 2017
Perhaps it was the fudge or the twenty beers you had at your bosses wake.  Never the less you see a dark alley open up and you want to bottle neck your self out of your cloths.  A few friends join you its what friends do for eachother after a funeral.  The streets are dull and the gas lites are only monuments left from the days we crawled out and walked back in our caves.  A misquito breaks curfew and seduces the skin on your neck.  But it feels more and more insane like wearing a tuxedo to the gym to avoid playing racket ball with your dead boss.  You think for a moment and have seizure on in the cab of your friends chevy.  Your eyes roll back and for a moment youve felt the blinding dance of not knowing what will happen next.
Mar 2017 · 226
Kill me now
Michael Parish Mar 2017
**** me now!
I have seen the moons hidden holes
The clouds move with narrow marks.
The houses stay!
The wild dog leaves to go in for the nite.
The washer stops humming.
The fan keeps turning.
The tiles a movment for grime and unclean hairs.
The waters a dying gasp for the brutal lover
Let me hold you!
Michael Parish Mar 2017
It was not hers nor was it ours.
It was that cry inside our mind
We knew we had it and sung it.
Like  her we wouldnt recall it.
But we remembered what it was
She had cried. It was not the idea of us crying nor her bringing us in like the waves.  She had shown us the thing itself the lyrics screamed  when we first found the sea.
Mar 2017 · 360
Elegy for the non living
Michael Parish Mar 2017
The lodge polls shake and skin their branches down.
The bloodless pitch of sap always browns!
The freedom of wind swooping through the cones!
Needles touched to blossom in creeks and streams!
Everlasting Proof we can never die alone.
Michael Parish Mar 2017
I wondered if he liked slouching
Or sniffing black cigars in his garden
With pitchers of red beer glazing
Under coconuts!

                               2

Im in a paccific coast lite house trying to find what makes the water on this map solid and walkable.  
After all its just a painting coppied on computers and sold to children at truck stops.  I want the waves and the gummy worms all at once the coke bottles flowing out in globs of stout the kind i waited to get to and sink into like padded stools over looking the atlantic.  Open a mohito on sunday close the pork farm on monday.  You lit a smoke and dreamed of climbing the tallest cypress in havanah.  I passed out in key west on a marlin charter.  We never found a submarine thay day.
Jan 2016 · 437
First picture
Michael Parish Jan 2016
My pink toes my jerky
Driftwood something yellow
Like hot dogs something nuts
Like a grren home run
Ya my rest
My privacy
My screaming snooze dreams.
Somone spun lip stick
Like ******* or keats
Somebody kised
My drunk asain drunk neck
Somebody killed
Somedy went to their mother
Im under winsheilds scraming phony
Co piolet tuaila valley
Look left we kicked shopping centers
Some man who screams like
Short *****
Goes listen
I finally admitted you did my back
Caking dizzy scream
Some man my hair
Some man i hate
Some man nobody wants
Bedz wax
He whines hes called blood
He dri ks steak he won
He beat the used ****
Well here goes privacy
My red head tok my room room
I cat litter the bay dreams
I find rade im gay
My **** i pace the boys
It seems everyone hold my dads hat
Ifi could kiss my dad
Tell my mom she runs with seaweed
Wehat we ****
We buy we ***** drinks
Why keep something
I dream of addictive ****
I dream of inteligance
My dad gre wild my dads dad would of hated my hair cream my dads dad respects ******* but swore a white mans
Hair cut belongs in the red blue cut atoms apple break down who runs who kills who wears
Who goes home with no fault until pies goose her.  Well
She love my cards when the carpets partedand checkersmeant seing aa young man wit no control.
Howmany now
Since im older
Ever wished they just ****** the boy
Howmany got freedom
No body they only hope love got a better *******
Love got a wiser time!
Dec 2015 · 533
Going doen like a river!
Michael Parish Dec 2015
Something will be found which they cannot express.

The crowd in your white lace dress!!

Your mind thorougly smug
Beneath your wet hairs

A kitten of our love

Oh yea it is shadowed green half way

Round a billion christmas trees
White washed with star bleach!

An evning in a wall frozen like apples...

I felt spiders, lime water poising my skin
like Hiroshima,
                                The falling iguanas (fake)
I lied.

Nothing from south america becomes sand like japanese papers.  Another great poem ******!
                                    (2)

     On the airof this busy pitty progress- I squeal electric darkness.
    May i feel
May i feel

May i feel your divine maze of unsucess?

In desserts very clean.    Thefront yard decided much so or pain.  

The street light in desperation was postphoned with recent tears

With recent tears,  thick syrup,  over winter honey.

Seattle dusk is turned to grand piano keys

With goods.          Pages of grim dead fish

Just **** money out of delicate breeding!

She blushes like a ruby chinook!

Now i have picked where to carve
Her unwrapped layers.

Beautiful things are softer then thin clear bones.  

I know the dead are haphazards.

But im not much from another river.

I have ran over lastyears broken tides with snow bringing the scent of melted cheese.

And life is over

But often times with voice there is so much more.

Unreal crys,  richly pay,half a block, red rosy eyes in the haze.

At last im getting a sweet pool of glaciar water- a sweet place to **** out my twisting invention. An excrement i started, imagination from my impulsive instinct.
Dec 2015 · 329
Mr. Best
Michael Parish Dec 2015
The world believes Mr. Best
If you want to know
He leads the town

Does he?

Its what im telling you

Tame essence
                                 Pretty country folk
His best bed

Coat of clear / holy roman mix ups.
****** shame that any son should foil
And
Ask on his fantastical fat-thick shoes.

(Advice to those kids who insist
On getting even with Mr Best)


Chip us all the old bricks of shattered
Glass domes.
White and red.         Curled acording to
Their litness
                          
Woa sonny!

                   Dont raise the wind in your
Arm!
       B.  Stay peace full...
Give it your Best shot.
Dec 2015 · 291
Birds escaping
Michael Parish Dec 2015
The golden lemons
Go by.  

A jet of fire we cant
Catch.
Dec 2015 · 323
Untitled
Michael Parish Dec 2015
I work to win and take the ravens flight
And go because I think I know im rite.
We take off from problems and touch another place.  I left the soil, I can spring away from there.  The open egg grows to leap away from safty.  I work to win and take the ravens flight and go because I think I know whats rite.  Its about time to steal the open breath, so make a mess and work to win the ravens flight.  And go because we know whats rite.  So trust the dive and feel your flight.  Theres no leap thats touper.
Nov 2015 · 344
Whiskey day
Michael Parish Nov 2015
My fathers room explodes with encores and cheers for him to keep on playing:  a lady in the croud raises her rite hand as he sings
"Baby i still want to know if you need me".
My mothers ready to drag him out and spill his teeth over the back alley:  you ******* i knew you were an ***, your an ***, an ***.  
He sings again to the croud:  "Its my day for the whiskey". "its day for the whiskey".  
"Baby please understand me".
Michael Parish Nov 2015
I want to know the blidness that kept his hands sliding and moving as if two scences were bundled and expelled from the already darkening white shade, pearling infront of his paintngs, There he found the secrets of golden asps and seductive tones
that manipulated Antonys weakness for powerful women.  But now the blank verses  of god and poet live to the imposible idea of finding secrecy and sharing the myth that his scribe would have to live with.  The hardest process of sinking your open thoughts in hot salt.  The painful scars of reliving and redoing to go out into the night hoping it wasnt your last.
Nov 2015 · 235
Untitled
Michael Parish Nov 2015
The dwares caressly flew out like bats
itching to just get a chance
Michael Parish Nov 2015
A ******* call so I could pay along time.
Exuses excuses no **** no dice.
She hates the pictures of tools and guns.
Why will we fight?  Its knives and points sharpen.  A game with red and green, mixed ***** on ice.
We once warmed tubs and showers to slide hands in downward drips.  To clear smooth flesh and wash,  our oily pours against heated streams that softened the lilly spheres .  yes! And  Yes! Oh my god yes so yes and  true the frog will hop before he floats his pearld chest above the egging geisers.   before he stays he screws and hops around.  Until he sees the water and its steam.
Nov 2015 · 270
The Bar
Michael Parish Nov 2015
Hey man
I know why
You fought me

She said
She said
she said

Its getting icy

Our bodies crumble like thawing  berries
Nov 2015 · 405
Aniversary
Michael Parish Nov 2015
The seductive ghost at the wheel of my fire bursting finger tips still an  old silvery soul ricketing the shutters delicatly.  your lauph bursting across our living room like tiny bubbles, little birds flapping their pink feet above  magnolias.  What a whisp of beauty it is to still know how much we care for eachother.
Michael Parish Nov 2015
The carpet was red, sloppy joe red.
Not like ****** noses or baseball blister red.
But reder then the lava from vesiveus and
Reder then two out of three pigs crying wolf.  Redder then Mr kansees face durring ralphs ****** question in *** ed.  Reder then four square.  But not as red as the moment we hugged our kids and told them we had to leave.
Nov 2015 · 338
Finding the middle.
Michael Parish Nov 2015
I am stealing but I realease
All  silence in your cries

The loundness with out voice
mans a womens and his transgendered child

Our bonfire is a flooded river!

We tried to quit
and paid dearly
for free love.

Lived under the sea with our lungs
died to live and woke to sleep
away towards the outward inward reversal.  

Until we realized you and I came together in the middle. We parted and fused our metal.  Made islands come together easier then a boat ride.
Nov 2015 · 465
Highschool 2009
Michael Parish Nov 2015
On the ferris wheel of hookey we
slow-cosbied
Drinking the canadian whiskey
Of hockey.  
The state fair below spun like a lit
dizzy dradle.  
Years later i found you at AA checked
Into shick shadle.
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