"adhesion" poems
Another misfire for heaven's weapon
threaten lesson second session
another confession of deception
we are headed toward armageddon
truth seeking and eating reason
demon sleeping will get even
secret leaking ****** heathen
unsweetened creeping deepened
lesion from the freedom legion
eden eaten and not breathing
region of the code adhesion
needed beacon beaten defeated
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
~for Pradip~
*these words,
a blessing bestowed
upon me, by you,
about us
say kiss me write love me
for all the contextual hints that lie
within and between them ~
"gloriously adhesive"
a monument to our five years
of living together,
the friction of our grip upon each other,
under one roof, in a land of
no matter
what the language,
what the alphabet,
we are the prime,
a living example,
of the human~poem,**
our glorious adhesion!
<•>
from only love poetry,
I rename you here,
only love Pradip
8/25/17
6:40PM
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
when you love,
you’re a country,
pierced by daily border
exchanged crossings,
to your closest neighbor
and though,
one rerun~returns home by night,
to your prior defining borderlines,
somehow
the externals of the container has
had its internality's modified
for the lines that prior defined
have altered
by passing the
point of prior,
now by thousands of
tiny holes breaching the
thickened protective lining,
by love punches ‘n kisses of
pinprick punctures
the resistance,
pulverized
<>
you are changed,
new language combos spoken,
embrace another with a
bilingual tonguing,
a real treat
to entreat each other and
that hyphen,
that little tiny
linear
~
punctuation mark is
reflecting your creativity of a
Singular Duality
it is mark that
speaks to a new
U~no individuality,
blended and connected
somehow a duo of
someone’s pulverized lines
forms a single stronger
chord
first a puncture
then a patching
finally
an adhesion pleasuring
and a new working word:
composite
the opposite
of
opposite*
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 7:26 AM UTC
i’m the man who’s gonna wake up next to you
slipping away, a non-starter, her leg crosses over mine,
a right sided shakedown shackle, adhesion flesh as
tough as old yellowed scotch tape sticking stuck
no escaping, a known 6:00am risk when you sleep with
a pre-advertised holy roller, twist and turner woman,
making you into an unofficial woe-man (too)
left hand grabs the lamenting instrument, the beat up iPad,
to record your enslavement, a distraction from the bladder’s
faint morn winking at you with a Cheshire grin, muffling a
chuckle, at a predicament wonderful familiar, but unresolvable
this situation, a category of life’s small measure of annoyances,
invokes the wordy title, and a write-down list of pluses and minuses,
which I’ll spare which o’witch be the longer list
poems are where you find them, under your nose,
looking out a city bus window, but sometimes like flypaper,
they just come unasked and stick to you, the separating of the skin,
like a too tight bandaid, ain’t worth the pain and freedom gained
later, share this missive and her suggestion, she will prepare an
NDA (a non-disclosure agreement) or adopt other strategies like
pushing me out of the bed without warning when i am typing ,
to witch and to wit, reply,
ah!
another poem commissioned, and
*perhaps, name change too, needed,
making love in the morning*
12/14/19
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
Glue comes out too fast
But not at the right angle
Adhesion unburdened
Learned it
From living just second-by-second
Was the reason ever reckoned?
I don't remember.
It was in late December
When I opened my eyes
Covered in glue
Still not dry, realizing:
The glue comes out too fast
And never seems to last.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
1040
Not so the infinite Relations—Below
Division is Adhesion’s forfeit—On High
Affliction but a Speculation—And Woe
A Fallacy, a Figment, We knew—
1.5k
I meant the
Well, what did I mean?
I wanna say
climbing, hanging from the harness
But was that really all that scary?
No.
That, that was.
Without a rope
or companion.
But even that, I hesitate to dub "the scarriest moment"
What was, then?
So many times come to mind.
But they weren't frightening because of my height
the expanse of air between me and the flat ground
But the depth
The lowliness of it all.
That's when I truly scared myself
Scared her too
And him, the old friend who TELLS ME TO WRITE.
But not him.
No, he was on a mission.
A mission to be numb.
Numb from true feeling.
But then there were those times when
I know he felt
knew he felt
that sky-opening
light-flooding
sparkle-sprinkling
"Ah"
awe
love
I cannot think otherwise
I cannot doubt it
That would send me into a frenzy
Why?
Because I'm still her
I am that same girl
A string of memories, L asked?
More than that, I insisted.
Then what, B inquired?
Something that lasts
The soul
Soul? ... L, again.
Yeah!
So the solution to the problem is another problem.
I can't deny those moments
That would mean denying myself
My soul
Wilde teaches.
And so I don't
But maybe I travel too far
in the other direction
Maybe I'm not quite as 'same' as I purport myself to be
But I can't let that drive nonetheless
work to impede
the work I must accomplish
stifling it,
that is what I ought to do
in this case.
because otherwise
I find myself
lingering on those thoughts
and clinging to the sheets
It's not even about that infantile comfort anymore.
Well, maybe a little
But no, the thoughts are too prevalent now
They weren't back then
I mean they weren't
They be'd not
So my adhesion to
these same old sabanas
Is sourced in
different stuff now
Before it was more mist
but now it's true fluff
thicker than that though
like real cotton more than the candy kind
So the battle's tougher now
'sall
Not one I must cease to fight
But rather I must struggle
That much more
That much harder
Because the knowledge won't stop flowing in
Incessant, unstoppable
Unless I decide to end it all.
But even then, maybe it'd keep
striking me in the face
And if not,
who would want to lose it anyway?
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
You paddled in my physics
Accelerating my universe
I was ****** into your black hole
My sanity dispersed
(C) Pixievic 2016
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
july 16 2011
the air stuck to my skin,
clinging for life,
grasping for adhesion.
the cool, night air making minuscule mountains rise all across my arms.
we were far from alone,
yet all i could possibly be aware of was you.
feeling my head roll back onto the tweed, orange sofa, i looked up through the roof windows of the teepee.
i began to count and trace the stars,
only to steady my rapid heartbeat and abrupt breathing.
the breeze picks up and suddenly penetrates deep into my core,
sending out waves of shudders throughout my entire body.
shaking like a dandelion in a windstorm, you invite me closer and closer,
you can see the look of hesitation in my eye,
you understand it;
you feel it too.
ignoring your instincts, you envelop my frigid torso in your warm, big arms.
finally settling in, the others begin to disperse,
one by one,
until only we remained.
the beauty of this mid-july night was apparent,
and, all tucked away,
we laid there for hours
listening
intently
to the bullfrogs, to the crickets,
to the sound of the waves from the small lake kissing the shore, to the cool breeze mingling with the sweet warm summer air.
the morning crept along and we pulled each other
in and out
of the haze we created.
in the morning, it was cold again,
but i got only your jacket and a hushed
"don't tell".
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Leave it to him to go and uproot the gradually established
foundation,
with a mere declaration of inclination, (ah, these new sensations)
that was everything I thought I knew about *** and my anticipated participation in it.
I was confident and comfortable, I admit it,
to settling warm and boring in the list of 'never been horny'.
Never adorning to the glory of the morning
after
where pillows and sheets are shared
with spoonings and sweet nothings and laughter, and oh, how I
care
to finally share with him places inside myself I've never dared
let come to light before—this sensation entirely new and rare
and candidly honest.
To be fair, it isn't easy for me to express, and oh how I would
attest
to the best way to attain truth and satisfaction, for it's a rickety bridge to cross when I've claimed
I can't experience ****** attraction.
But my darling whatever it is you've awakened demands I take action
because I am listening to the hum of desire
and with it feel the roasting of my ***** in that brand new fire
like the Renaissance and a brightening sky at dawn.
It's withdrawn, but symbolic and poised, like the flight of a dove.
After all, isn't there a reason they call it
Making Love?
All other romantic pursuits forgone,
You’ve thus far managed to do the unthinkable; you turn me on
and I can feel the lust searing from the inside,
out,
while I'm hearing your revering and circumstance prevents me to
doubt
that this hedonistic dream I'm fearing has been nearing me
in an ambush that began with September thirteen—
an exciting, hazardous route
down a path of love and a cornucopia of potential yet to be seen.
I love you not as a passing season or a fleeting
whim;
I love you terribly and without practical reason;
your name glued to my heart with toxic adhesion; a world without you now proves pretty
dim
And the *** part—
Life is intimate and if I'm going to be, too, it'll be with him.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
a martian
is heathen
that deflects
abortion with
his artifice
of adhesion
let superfluous
his connection
inside a
world that
always reeling
from monoxide
now trigger
of superior
intelligence to
defray sequence
of inhabitant.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
Neither one of us is brand new. We both been dropped, broken, and shattered a time or 2wo. But what gives me hope the most is the fact that I stick to you. Just a reflection of loveless neglection... figured you stick it through.. But then you found then you found your glue. And i found my heart... You found out it was in pieces and it was missing a part. The irony of it all is yours heart's in worst condition. That's when i learned my mission. You mend a broken heart and your healing has just begun. So it's best to love love and crackle under the sun. But all in all im glad i found you. Im glad you found me and im you had glue... Adhesion...
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
That's how you break it
now you are alone
and I am alone
but that doesn't
make us of each other
the universe, starry night,
from the ringside view
of a puff rising;
let it rain, for
I must not get wet
out in the fury,
I've lost all adhesion
hymns
of nightbirds
rend the sky
this lonely hour
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
I didn't know if
pulling it from the wreckage
would feel as good
the second time around.
I dragged it shoulders first and
it felt heavier and damp and the body gave and
lurched forward, unarmed and broken like trash strewn
across the road slick with black wetness
and silent like
a ranger at
quiet
sea.
Make Space between our bodies,
it once told me,
and find the dirt
in the cracks
on the ceiling of
what used to be
a brand new home.
(Greasy handprints on white plaster never
stay invisible forever.)
For without Space
there is no silence,
just the deafening explosion
of skin slapping skin slapping across bone crashing into knees connecting joints at the sticky side of muscled electric adhesion; breathing becomes mutual, then
stops.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
He showed up, un announced, and
threw down his rake. He shrieked,
"Where's my money!?" pause "I wantnaw
it Nowon!" Easy,easy. Not worth It. Voice
s in my head whisper/dance excuse. Oh!
A rock painted red, plastered to
my hand, fell with Finality. Gathp
What have I done pause I Need to
Hide it! Disgust. Animal. Fabulous I Cage
d Locked Halp. They whisper still. so?
I fantasize about it sometimes...
Hiding in My room, terror de murderer
"I heard the Thuds" pause "But I could
Not move.." Gentle, now. Adhesion applications
serve best on 1 try. I lost count. Row!
Time, dropped the ball, most a dem
What waste..Tears..mine? It just no,
"We are here always" pause "It is all
an illusion?" The man, this man, was/
is not worthy. His brain Melts. Now
Listen
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
adhesion of water on the glass
in the car it feels foreign
maybe delusional is the mind
to think and think constantly
stare at it longingly
then it will be undone
as bare the body
as bold the head
i rub in circles
try and try the melancholic hums
to no avail it numbs
not the left hand
nor is the right hand
thus the chest screams
in silence
round and round the wheels of the car
travel the echo to an empty space
there is no instance to mask
the lines on the skin
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC
Riding
The color
Wheel
From
Liftoff
To splashdown
Onyx
Eyelids
Heavy with rheum
Waking to
Laminated
Stick-ons
A vinyl ocean
Of unco adhesion
And snap vacuum
Jettisoned
Trinkets
Of youth
Soaring
Prophetically
Overhead
Acquiescing
As scenes
Of upended worlds
The simple playgrounds
Both remembered
And loved
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC
The lizard made its way straight up the rock wall
Such adhesion on those rocks with his fragile-looking claws
What was he running from, or to, with such desert dignity
What would you call the motions of these little creatures
Bodies moving back and forth like other slithering reptiles
Fascinating....
Brian Hill - 2019 # 251
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
My hands trace your skin,
miles last only seconds.
Bursting from each pore,
Intoxicating aromatics beckon.
A reckoning,
a realization.
Longing for completion,
I’m a traveler on the estuaries of your canvas
Each stroke an adhesion
With every breath,
a confession
Time ceases, you—
my obsession.
Our bodies sealed eternally,
An enthralling finale.
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC
it's no good
and it's no use
when my expressions of love
are perceived as abuse
of liberty
and the right to decline
but you don't understand
you can be only mine
you told me so
and reassured
that our time would come
and our future assured
now i see
that i was mislead
you killed what's inside
soon one will be dead
there's no path left to take
from this protracted anthesis
nothing left to break
only ill-fitting pieces
as i scrabble to gather them
i know it's no use
the adhesion is lost
and can't be reproduced
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
i’ve always believed hugs to be warm until you refused to meet my eye and everything about you read regret.
we wanted to forget so we hugged,
but the hug itself was made out of apologies spoken from quivering lips,
raw throats throbbing from all the screaming,
and shameful gazes hung above wet cheeks.
our last hug ached when we tore apart.
it ached because it knew as much as we’d like for the adhesion to last,
no amount of layers we apply to the cracks will be enough to keep us together.
i used to always find warmth in your hugs,
but our last hug was ice cold.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
There are those.... undeniable
Seemingly certifiable
Times ....
When disengaged gears ...secronize
And suddenly ....
Forward progress begins
Where static emulations
Stood frozen
Victims of their own
Disillusioned apprehension
Poised to leap into oblivion
Unchosen
Dictum setting the tone
Disavowing any or all ascension
Unsatisfied with acceptance
Of a painful intrusion
Though an invitation sent
Brought forth the conclusion
No ease forthwith the value
In hasty blind bluff dare
To not fail the saving echo
That's emoting absolution
Swirling like cotton candy
As it gathers around the core
Growing larger and grander
Born of sweetness in motion
Acceptance and adhesion
True poetry of love and more
Honest vision honored candor
Balanced faith and shared devotion
Fated to be elevated
At that very second
That very moment
When all hope fades
And if not missed
Always seen as a ghost
Dismissed as a mirage
When needed the most
So I'm glad I listen to the wind
Stepping aside , never in !
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
Glancing at an open entrance, there’s was a
second chance at a captivating magic of you.
Hypnotized, Fascinated, Mesmerized and transfixed of a grip..
The grip of your energy of intensity, and heartfelt with fiery, that wild’s me with passion of excitement.
Startle by your daze,
pondering, your impression of your divine tenderness affection.
Weakling of your soft but roaring laughter.
Setting aside the essence instincts of your humming tune of delicate communications.
Daydreaming of this remedy.
So tranquilize over my subdues.
Given an utmost twofold of adhesion connection,
within a distance from your easily broken smirk.
Despair of forcibly but yet so inseparably into shattered pieces.
Humbling over mumbling over of an insincere anguish of helpless ungiving devotedness.
For a split second of emeralds of unexplained chances.
Reminiscing the unfenced of enchanting entryway
of how the encountering the beauty of you.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
Beginning the movement, catches my eye amidst dead leaves in perplexing folly yet imagined many times before; in between reality and fantastical imagery conjured from a contemplative journey. Awake!
Riding beside the troupe blowing and skimming with a twirl of gaiety and precision, colorful pinwheels taunting beneath a synchronized sequence bequeathed with unknown passage and certain conclusion.
The wind becomes a partner that carries them like a beige velvet flying carpet, dancing to a silent orchestra intention; meandering to a landing pattern meant to rejuvenate yet another design.
They have no destination which is odd. Somehow they are both aware of the vaporous soup filled with magnificent color and lines and nary a thought about where to go; it musn’t be plied for satisfaction.
The mirth of it all! Acting as if there was control over their trip and showing off in a bodacious manner, the pile snaked and flicked its lightening colored tongue along the gray bespeckled pavement. Reciprocation came while the observant outfitted a seat on a similar trolly, arriving by the far sea of imagination.
We are twisted together and unfurled in a maniacal gavotte of sensuous interpretation, transporting us along a path of wafting field grass and bubble-wrapped white pillows of cloud; static except edgeless.
How can this be? We believed we set on foot for arrival only to chuckle later that we have never manifested an anchor of adhesion; understanding that we are perpetual and stirred with a never-ending abundance of transcendence.
Not farther away, not closer to anticipation. Centered in a profusion of ideas and symbiotic embrace; we are wrapped in cavernous layers of gradient billowing fabric that becomes what we see behind our closed eyes. It is never the same…
Once considered turbulence we now know is a replete carriage of weightless feathering, delivering dreams with unexpected alacrity and reassurance.
Now that theatrical scene before me has relevance and authenticity unto itself and my own participation. My attention has been captured and granted free access whenever desired.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
There is romance found in ingratiation, in these chaste doilies, suffering implicitly beneath the burden of ***** bowls. Here’s one, illuminated as a pinball machine when you rattle that dung-brown stain about its shrivelled pupil. Above it, a cataract of steam squirms about in unalarming routine.
So many nights I adulterated merely for lack of better days were given credence by the gimpy sun, turned away with its blouse undone, and ****** back to the chalkboard. Somewhere along the past few days I must have become bedridden, indentured to prickly sponge baths by that ****** tongue.
How I’d like to stay sedated now. Another day of inoculation becomes an alibi for the adhesion of this numbness inducted to the soft-boiled meat of my temples, combing out my shoulder blades, running down my legs...
Stupidly, I almost feel a sense of superiority in not learning any faces among the indiscrete convoys of whitish heads popping in now and then, with the subordinate arousal of stiff knuckles, or other things compressed inward by their own come-hither fervor.
“You talk too much, you worry me to death…”
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 10:09 PM UTC