"adsorbed" poems
She whispers something to him, my name uttered under guarded breath,
He disappears then returns with pills in his hand that i ought to swallow,
I oblige.
We spend an evening together with floating minds,
And busy hands.
I brought round two types of cheese for us,
She had a third
So we made scones,
Triple cheese scones,
And discussed the state of our lives.
In the lounge lyric-less music spills out from a speaker,
And they sit around adsorbed by the melodies.
He stands and goes to the *****
One they found for fifty bucks in a second hand store.
He presses a key and listens to it joining the notes already airborne.
Another stands and joins him.
They play along with the music,
Making it up as they go,
The third bangs his hands on the table, a make do drum set.
We remember our baking in time,
And it is not burnt when we take it from the oven.
The boys leave their music and join us in eating.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
O Kali
You hold the world
In the fleeing fleeces
Of your infinite
Black hair
You hold the the power
Of control
On this world
For your
Tongue
Protruding in glory
Points to the annihilated
Darkness of the world
You stand dramatically
One foot ahead
On your spouse
O he is no less
The mighty Shiva
As her and his eyes alike
Meet each other
Non contact forces
Working light years away
Hail you and him
O the Satan's head
Lies chopped
In your lotus palms
Yet they hold controlling it
With such a charm
Your glorious eyes
Glazing with the Kohl
The adsorbed sorrow
And dearth of your
Devotees' lives
You bless them
With your lotus palms
Which points but
Downwards
Oh this world but
Is bound by gravity
Oh that Satan's blood
Also falls
Under gravity
Signifying continuity
Of ones like him
Being born
And you
Annihilating them
Again and again
O Devi
Your rawness
Is so charismatic
You shelter your
Devotees'
Under the drapes
Of your clothes
The sword in your hand
Dispelling all evil
Let you guard and nourish as all
Forevermore
O Kali!
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC
Saturday, May 31, 2025
7:48 AM
Extra terrestrial mote in a sunbeam
curious particle thunk to death still
jiggling Brownianly, when adsorbed on my eye
“Three quarks for Muster Mork!”
Kworking out Complex Adaptive Systems.
In noumenon perceived, perhaps,
a whisp of wish we knew, perchance…
A noumenal flash,
and all the ever is, was,
at fundamental centrality
apparently expanding until
some initial torque inserts
curveball science allowing
bits to bang into bits and stick,
or carom off in predictable ways
like, as not, in theory.
Then, should one think onward still,
noumenal nominal notions
make letters let nonsense emanate
natural schemata muses index using
creative compulsion classically causing
an instant to cease.
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
She adsorbed me in her secretion
As I got obscured inside her mire,
Whilst Hooked to flaming fire!!!
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Tonight I wanted to be looked at.
So I did my hair
washed my face
lined my lips.
My *** hung out
my rack pushed up
oh, am I making you uncomfortable?
It's actually a classy jumpsuit.
Am I asking for it?
I asked for a gaze, but I doubt anyone actually saw me.
We are too adsorbed in what everyone is thinking about us,
so we don't see anyone.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
The past few months have been nothing but a spiral down into the bottle of self doubt,
Emptying the bottle of pills, drowning out my sub-conscious until I'm in a dizzy drought.
Walking through life, barley alive, each step feels like I'm carrying the world on my shoulders,
Falling over out cold on the pavement, staring at the night sky, wondering how the stars keep their composure.
There'll be moments that I pretend that I can walk on my own two feet, without this crutch,
But who the **** am I kidding, every night my body yearns to feel the cold concrete's touch.
I was born with this curse of always giving in, and then to cope, I try to poison my mind,
To keep myself from searching for something that I've vowed to never find.
So if you want to be there to kick me while I'm down, just take a seat by the curb,
I'll be there in a few hours after the alcohol has reached my liver, poison waiting to be adsorbed.
Take as many shots as you want at me, I'll be numb to the world for the night,
Kick me, beat me, tear me apart because until the morning I won't be conscious to put up a fight.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC