#jaws
She stood at the edge of a deep rock
leashed to the side of the sea
with foam biting at her feet
and waves barking at her.
She breathes a salt stenched air
and watches its jaws open
only to see a sailor
rotting between its teeth.
She swallows air whole,
call it courage or stupidity
but she takes a step towards it.
Now the hound named
"Sea"
became full
once more.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 7:47 PM UTC
My chest bleeds
And it all goes black
If you knew the seeds
You’d know it all goes back
To that moment I opened
My eyes to this cruel world
And then I listened
As their hatred unfurled
My body bleeds as a result
Of my first breath
An egregious insult
To the jaws of death.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
Backstroking
into a midnight snack.
That's some bad hat, Harry!
See the sign with the fishy graffiti?
It's supposed to be scary.
Come one, come all
on the fourth of July!
Put your kid on a raft
and watch him liquefy.
Then sail the high seas
with Captain Ahab.
Three men in a tub.
Too far out to hail a cab.
Guess we'll see who ends up grub...
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC
I have never claimed to be perfect.
I always admit to my flaws,
but somehow they can always force me to show my claws.
So I take a break.
I quickly pause,
because if I stop.
I will shatter from their barbed jaws.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC
I liked her because she was brave
and fragile at the same time
--a contradiction I know all too well,
the burden to carry.
I should have known,
as we sat and we talked,
the two of us,
in the silent hours,
that even in her bravery,
the darkness would creep in on us
from unseen places,
--places I hadn't seen in a long time,
and were, tonight,
to be brought before us.
Her darkness and mine
churning the waters until they were black
and my stomach burned
and I hated us,
hated life.
Hated life because it had done this to us.
Made us real.
Made us raw.
Made us emotional.
Too emotional, for ourselves, in this small little room,
not enough space to contain ourselves.
And I wished then,
as I always eventually wish,
that it wasn't so hard.
The emotions creeping in,
too heavy a burden tonight,
as they all eventually became
--become,
in time.
Time is a silent monster,
a stealthy creature that makes his way in the dark,
on his belly,
his scales feeling for the vibrations of hearts nearby that are too strong
or too soft,
or too anything,
really.
Any victim will do.
And that night time stole a chunk of me,
caught up to me,
because I had finally decided I had a reason to stop running,
take some respit,
at least for a little while.
And he mocked me as he ate a hole through the two of us,
there, in the dark.
And I should have known.
And I whispered to her that I was sorry,
because I was,
because I had stopped running and she has stopped to sit with me,
and whether time had come that night for one of us, --whichever one,
he had stopped for both of us.
And so I sit now,
alone,
in my own darkness,
because I would rather be eaten alone,
than to hear the screams of my partner beside me, as we face the perilous jaws of time
together.
And unwhole.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
My grandfather peels an
X-chromosome off his liquor bottle
skips it across the pool of my mother’s genes
until it reaches me
yellow cigarette stained walls
green ashtray carpet on his tongue
blue back room full of old guitars
black mechanic oil stained hands
sandpaper voice
watching Jaws 4
homeless woman on couch
feeds dog black coffee
brown belly dragging across tongue
Thanksgiving dinners
my brother plays “Purple Haze”
out of a reluctant amplifier
the old folks applaud
the colors are beginning to
fade
he
battling cancer his way
watching Jaws 4
dog now dead
homeless woman now
no longer homeless
back skin where left ear
used to be
old guitars pawned for
drugs
Purple Haze fades to
black as colors do
and they say
it skips a generation
and now when shades
of pink appear white
my tongue grows thick
smoke burns my nostrils
and
I can only think of
how terrible of a film
Jaws 4 is.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 9:57 PM UTC
"It Comes At Night"
(Desire) First renewed
Under the silver light (of the moon)
"A Quiet Place"
(A) Fatal Attraction
There will be blood (he hopes)
Venom (drips from his tongue)
(as he forces open her) Jaws
******
(the) Heat
"Let Him Have It"
Primal Fear (is all she knows)
"The Usual Suspects"
Goodfellas (they claim)
(making her play) The Game
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
Was told we’re not supposed to call it The 3rd World anymore,
that the politically correct term is “Developing World”,
It’s not 1st and 2nd World,
it’s Developed and Developing world,
I thought,
what difference does it make,
the same disparities still exist,
regardless of if the names change the problems remain,
we’re quick to look down on a 3rd world mob boss,
because he executes a few troops to make a statement to say,
but who are we to judge if you ask me all humans are fckt up,
and at the end of the day nothing really matters anyways,
we’re all Lethargic Aggressively Passive Agitators,
we’d all rather get lost in an Instagram Timeline,
than get found in our Real Life Timeline,
where the Beast of Burden are disgusted as Beauties that are benign,
anyways whatever where am I I’m flying through the sky on an Air New Zealand flight,
watching a documentary about Spielberg,
his phenomenal rise in the film industry,
and how some critics pointed to his rise as the demise real cinematographic art,
but critics are critics and that’s just it,
they get paid to criticize,
when in fact most of us artists types would argue,
that everything is art every scene on screen and in real life,
only difference is with real life it feels like there’s no break time,
that everyone’s forgot their lines & there’s no script,
the camera is always rolling the director never yells cut,
and even when you get frustrated you can’t walk of the set and call it quits,
what the heck is this,
what kind of sick joke is someone playing,
I mean don’t get me wrong I’ve got a great life,
I’m not complaining at all I’m just saying,
this mind of ours has some dark places,
everyone scared of sacred water because of Jaws,
it sparked a fear that lead to the slaughter,
of the majestic prehistoric fish known as the shark,
and that’s just the tip of the iceberg with Spielberg,
think how many other ways he altered all our perceptions,
think about his films about aliens,
think about her portrayals of various villains,
either that or don’t think about it at all,
just turn on a screen and watch a show,
and try to seize the moments,
because most of us don’t realize the movie’s over until the credits begin to roll,
oh,
here we go,
another poem about nothing that we find important,
like life and disparities and re-programming of soul,
but what does it matter anyways,
if life is but a dream and we are lost at sea on a boat,
I mean we’re all gonna die at least in the physical sense,
and I don’t know if that’s true but that’s what I’ve been told,
then again I’ve been told a lot of things,
got me thinking that someone isn’t necessarily wise just because they’re old,
so I take all food for my soul with a grain of salt,
because something isn’t true just because it was told,
Was told we’re not supposed to call it The 3rd World anymore,
that the politically correct term is “Developing World”,
It’s not 1st and 2nd World,
it’s Developed and Developing world…
∆ LaLux ∆
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
I have this bass in my skull
So now all my thoughts are pounding
But come out with an emotion that's dull
They want me to speak a little more serious
I laugh off the world's issues because if not I'd be furious
Everybody believing everything they read
Knowing no one's really reading because very few believe in me
Rather splatter the internet with a rumor or scheme
Then trust that they're soaking your carrots in chlorine
I mean, what if you took the time to research and truly decide?
I'm not a god or a prophet, sir, I'm just along for the ride
As you drive into the unknown, you follow that front wheel
But what if your bike has a mind of its own?
They've got us distracted off on a less than beaten path
With another sweep to knock you off your feet
Left to be eaten by Chuckle Teeth.
They smell fresh meat quicker than Jaws
Then you're stuck in a loop in some fictitious claws.
"But look at the validity and all of these facts"
If you found it that easy, they planted the evidence for just that
And nobody's listening just fighting their case
While I stand on the sideline and awkwardly pace
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
Late, late one night, I heard a faint scream it woke me from a horrible dream.
I raised my head from my soft pillow I hear a faint sobbing across the meadow.
I went to the window to see what was wrong when I spied something lumbering along.
I thought to myself, poor woman is stuck in those toothy like Jaws.
As I heard that desperate faint scream as they entered the woods on the way down to the stream.
As I put on my boots and ran out the door, I grabbed my shotgun, it was against my door.
I heard a scream within the woods so distant and faint it was frightening to know that it was so bold to run in full force into that unknown.
As I reached the woods, I stopped to think, what shall I do when I meet up with the thing?
No thoughts came to mind so I ran in time to see a woman screaming through the pines.
Help, help me please the woman did scream.
So, I followed that ant to its mound just a little away from the town.
It climbed to the top and without a second thought it slid right down into that deep drop.
So, I climbed that steep anthill just to the top and I peeked without a thought.
I could hear her screams within that deep dark hole being ripped apart from her head to her toes. The screams were so loud that they echoed right out of the hole.
So, I picked up my gun, and I ran down the mound straight back to my lovely little old town.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
We are two animals trapped inside a glass box
Nothing to say or do that isn't lost inside our thoughts
You hope to find an inkling inside the broken chatterbox
But mostly deny what's inside the two time Goldilocks
Is it too cold, too hot, or just right?
Hit me up on the flip side and I'll keep you lukewarm tonight.
Who's eyes light up your insides like a rotten Jack O'lantern?
Who's argyle style lies in all the wrong patterns?
I'm loose like a cannon or a bad set of tie rods.
You can hear the truth speak when you read it in my scrimshaws.
Bear claws
I'll Tear apart your life like the jaws of life.
Tear you apart like a knife like jaws did Richard Dreyfuss
What?
Say what?
This guy writes like Jackson ******* drinks
And paints like Charles Bukowski.
His life pours out in lines like the inside of a chocolate factory.
When asked where is his mind he pointed to his heart,
and said to them:
"you shouldn't play with knives when you're dancing in the dark."
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
Mundane duties,
Breaths of air,
Lungs expanding,
Stomach clenches,
Heart hanging by a string,
Jaws threatening to cave in,
Hands no longer yours,
Eyes eyeing the world,
Legs rested where they fall,
No one to pick them up.
Melt to the ground
Become one with one you held so dearly.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
Always in the demons jaws
Or in their claws
Here's the knife take a slice, take a bite
Start with innocence and all that's right
Next is the heart, cut it out
No need to shout
Bleed me dry
No need to cry
No need to try
**** the soul
Do it slow
Watch the blackness flow
Turn me into a monster
Where only anger and agony foster
The innocent little girl, I lost her
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
Always in the demons jaws
Or in their claws
Here's the knife take a slice, take a bite
Start with innocence and all that's right
Next is the heart, cut it out
No need to shout
Bleed me dry
No need to cry
No need to try
**** the soul
Do it slow
Watch the blackness flow
Turn me into a monster
Where only anger and agony foster
The innocent little girl, I lost her
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
I used to swim across the channel to rattlesnake island when I lived
in Florida . We all knew the sharks loved
the funneling action of the channel to the bay . And we were always aware that there were sharks near by . We saw them every day . Yet the allure of the island just a scant one hundred yards away was to much for a 10 year old to pass up . So I would swim across holding a rod and reel high so it would not soak in sea water . I admit there was apprehension evident in my strokes and kicks but I made it across . On the other side there were no rattlesnakes anywhere .
Just gorgeous unclaimed white beaches and aqua clear water . Needle fish scooted across the surface and schools of mullet jumping were all I could see . I did little or no fishing , just running and jumping into the surf . What an afternoon it was . But the sun slid down and we knew we had to leave soon as the big sharks move in at dusk to feed into the night . So we stepped into the swirling waters of the channel and then plunged in and swam . Sharks have all black eyes . Cold black eyes and an expressionless grin that is all business sporting a mouth full of jagged dagger teeth . They are cautious up to a point but no one knows where that point is . Once that point is reached . . . well you don't want to see that point while your in the water . So about half way across the channel we see a dark shadow swim by in front of us between us and the beach . We know it's a shark , a big one . Perhaps more than fifteen feet long . We can't stay where we are at , but we fear to move on . So taking a deep breath we swim on slow and steady . Finely the beach is at hand , our feet touch sand and we run up on the beach and collapse . Then with heaving chests of fear we look back only to see the shark swim by . Needless to say that was my last visit to rattlesnake island .
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
The alligator in my dreams
Stomped on all my pretty things
He gobbled down
My favorite clown
He quickly tuned around
Chased me till he found
All he need do is open his jaws
In I'd crawl
In the belly of the beast
I found the thief
That stole my heart
So I took back my part
Turned around and strolled right out
Between the teeth, in that beast's snout
Pinched myself, so I would awaken
So I could placed back the heart that's was forsaken
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
"Y'got city hands, Mr. Hooper."
I felt his coarse hands grip mine, too;
I lived through Mr. Hooper vicariously
as I looked down at open palms
spread to the heavens,
illuminated in the flashy brilliance of the glare.
I saw wrinkled, calloused eyes peer into mine;
I stood on that rickety old dock
in my fitted and worn wool cap,
faded denim shirt matching pants
and dingy white tennis shoes.
"Y'got city hands, Mr. Hooper."
My ego crestfallen as well,
pride in my intelligence proven in the Academia
withering, as the gritty gap-toothed
leery-eyed barnacle of a sailor
peered inquisitively into my soul.
He saw the smooth hands--
ah, but the callouses engraved deep between joints
on my fingers; a musician!
His eyes grilled, "In bourgeois leisure,
smiling meekly dwelling within milquetoast afternoon hours,
or,
from downtown haunts sweating jazz in the midnight hour,
dancing screaming cursing moaning lovingly?"
My eyes cast down again.
But I know not of the city as my abode!
I know the ****** and the farmer
more than any contributor to painted landscapes, nay;
they are my acquaintances, neighbors, cousins, brothers, and sisters!
For I have lived on the water;
I have eyed the vessels
commandeered by the gritty, grubby,
greased captains of my soul,
as I float buoyed in their wake,
eager to catch a semblance of the waters
that trail before them.
I live treading their wake,
eyes open and pencil in hand.
And lo;
I found sanctuary in the vast fields of the rustic farmer!
For I ate breakfast of the freshly-slaughtered calf;
I drank its mother's milk,
eggs fresh from the poultry den--
I squawked along with the mother hens.
I took in the bucolic smell of the country
atop the rugged tractor,
eyeing squinting
grimacing like a smile in the sun
burning burning down upon stiff backs
and leather necks--
I, the leaves of grass scattered
in the wake of the farmer,
I, the bails of hay furled tightly
sitting patiently in the once golden meadow,
I watched the tractors and their commandeers
disappear in the bombinate horizon;
the sound of insects ushering in the night sky
like unrolling the starry-eyed carpet
before the hazy late afternoon moon.
I watched, I lived,
waiting coiled in their wakes
eyes wide open and paper clenched in hand.
I lifted my eyes to once again
hear his curt admonition:
"Y'got city hands, Mr. Rhine."
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
The hour is slim!
This is the tangled time,
the time that heavy
with want
becomes the jaws
for open thighs.
Her tasty flesh renders
the cleft of wet truth.
Persephone can slake,
can shatter my ache,
when,
enthralled against
the serpent earth
with
legs knotted,
we
lay tangled in ancient ruin.
re-edit
words Tommy Carroll
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
So, what is it ... with ... ???
PEOPLE LIKE YOU ... !?!
who think they're slick ...
but ... act the fool ... !!!
Well, here's my view
your moves are crude
as well as ... lewd ...
In fact I ... Think ... ?
it's fair to say ...
you're the, "Weakest Link" ...
in a ... Paper Chain ... !!!
Making claims ... and ...
Calling names ...
as if your words ...
are well observed
when ... clearly YOU ...
are living proof ...
that fools refuse to ...
face the ... TRUTH ... !?!
Instead they choose
to hurl ... abuse ...
when those not dumb ...
start to ... "Question" ... ???
Moves they make
that prove they're fake ....
They make false claims
without a case ... ?
which is a mistake ...
they should not make ...
So ... why is it ... ???
that they resist ...
things that they ...
should choose to ...
...... " Enlist " ....... !?!
Like .......................
Knowing when
they should accept
that their nonsense has .....
.... " No Defence " ......
When a man presents
Good Common Sense
they should reject
BiggING UP ... their chests
under false pretense ...
and making threats
to make things tense ...
Because ... in the end
when they reflect
at home alone ...
things they have said
will fill their heads
with thoughts of stress
they can't deflect ... !!!
But many I guess ... ?
will still deny
to face the lies
inside their mind
Lying to yourself ...
proves you need help ... !!!!!
People Like You ....
have got ... "ISSUES" ... !!!!!
I've got some toooo ... !!!
Believe, that's true ...
but ... not the type
that insights fights
inside my mind
or .... otherwise ....
I deal with mine ...
every time I write
about termites ...
of the Human Kind ... !!!!!!
Oh & face to face ...
I'm just the same ...
I choose to engage ...
rather than show rage ...
Engage with brains
that can relate
and ... conversate ...
on ... "Higher Planes" ...
Do you get what i'm saying ...?
If your answer is ... NO ...
What you are displaying ...
is ... " Ignorance " ... bro ....
People Like You ...
accept the road ...
to the "Dark Hado" ... !!!
A road that goes ...
to down below ...
where darkness GroWS ...
from ... "Devilish Roots" ...
PEOPLE LIKE YOU ... !!!!!
PEOPLE ... like you ... !!!!!
Can anyone school ...?
People ... like you ...
Well, my answer is no ...
and that's no joke ... !!!
but ... at the end of the day ...
I guess many would say ...
that they have to live Tooooo ... !!!!!!!
cos that's just the way ....
of .........
"People Like You"
Those with no manners
and NO ... Common Sense ...
The type ... Dr. Banners ...
Hulk Up ... to Distress ...!!!
and ... bring war like Thor ... !!!
with Hammers for heads ... !!!
Yes ... Heads like YOURS ... !!!!
A shark with no jaws ... !!!!!!
As usual ... your flaws ...
will bring your downfall ...
See ... it's people like you
who end up on all fours ...
spread out ... like a ***** ...
because of ... abuse ...
that they choose to use ...
Now ... I'm NOT about that ...
but like Terminators ...
Believe ... "I'll be back !!!" ...
if you play the Hater ...
when i'm chatting ... Facts ...
See it's people like you ...
I'm talking about ...
Those who exude ...
what comes out down south
usually when ...
They Open their mouths ...
Eeeeuuuwww .... !!!!!!!!!!!
It's people like YOU son ...
People ... like ... YOU ... !!!!!!
What should man do huh ... ?
with .......
People ... Like ... You ... !?!?!?!
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC