12/6/2015
"*Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.*"
TS eliot, the wasteland
I am amberbeetle,
stoked fire,
medicated ditz
I ramble through the wasteland,
hook foot and slackjaw
and go south in the winter.
you gave me asters a year ago
now they call me aster girl
memory almost always mixed with
desire,
and I
should've been
a pair of ragged claws
but that's a different poem.
We talked for an hour
maybe more
in the summer,
and he said
hold tight,
and I was was frightened,
and down we went.
Swiss instigation,
broken video tapes and
grimacing at sweaty sunsets
sunrises, and
there was no Japanese maple
no silver leaf,
no silver lining,
I read much of the night.
roots that clutch me in
metropolitan
rubble,
and these days
the broken deadtree gives
no shelter, no consummation
no conjugal embrace,
I don't find,
nor am I
the hanged man
"And I'd do it any other way
but when the hell am I gonna get a gun?
and you can't OD on clonepazam
without it being ugly of course."
Dorothy Parker–
I planted a corpse in my yard
Who am I kidding,
we did,
me with some assistance
It was carrion
found in the corridor
did it sprout?
it did,
but not in the way I hoped-
no carrot flowers or crabapple
in fact it was held up
by fruit vines
that illuminated it for all to see
including me.
In the sad sad light a
carved seraphim
melted into the laqueria
my nerves, they're bad tonight
and every night
stay with me
Speak with me
breed
in the rats alley
and lose your bones
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
12/6/2015
"*Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.*"
TS eliot, the wasteland
I am amberbeetle,
stoked fire,
medicated ditz
I ramble through the wasteland,
hook foot and slackjaw
and go south in the winter.
you gave me asters a year ago
now they call me aster girl
memory almost always mixed with
desire,
and I
should've been
a pair of ragged claws
but that's a different poem.
We talked for an hour
maybe more
in the summer,
and he said
hold tight,
and I was was frightened,
and down we went.
Swiss instigation,
broken video tapes and
grimacing at sweaty sunsets
sunrises, and
there was no Japanese maple
no silver leaf,
no silver lining,
I read much of the night.
roots that clutch me in
metropolitan
rubble,
and these days
the broken deadtree gives
no shelter, no consummation
no conjugal embrace,
I don't find,
nor am I
the hanged man
"And I'd do it any other way
but when the hell am I gonna get a gun?
and you can't OD on clonepazam
without it being ugly of course."
Dorothy Parker–
I planted a corpse in my yard
Who am I kidding,
we did,
me with some assistance
It was carrion
found in the corridor
did it sprout?
it did,
but not in the way I hoped-
no carrot flowers or crabapple
in fact it was held up
by fruit vines
that illuminated it for all to see
including me.
In the sad sad light a
carved seraphim
melted into the laqueria
my nerves, they're bad tonight
and every night
stay with me
Speak with me
breed
in the rats alley
and lose your bones