"alkaline" poems
I have bruises like amethyst
But the truth is I’m the catalyst
When I see colours of bismuth
I know you mean business
Bruises like amethyst
But you say you’re a pacifist
An analyst an activist
But you held my mind so it contorts, distorts
And aborts so it can’t resonate or fabricate
Or rationalise a world inside
That doesn't exist and insists
That I can’t be kissed and won’t be missed
I've got a black heart like tourmaline
But I'm the alkaline to your acid time
Trust me I am fine, I'm a pale blue
Crystalline Structural perfection
Don’t need your affection or your ways
Of objections did my bra strap give you an
Erection?
You could say I'm a feminist
But I'm more of a scientist
Busting body myths like biologist
You say ‘but **** are ****** organs’
Listen you morons, all ******* are a erogenous zone
Regardless of gender , boys nips literally have no purpose
Except when they get nervous for getting a little lip service
Trust me I'm fine, I'm a pale white crystalline
Structural perfection I don’t need your objection
Not a gem stone for your collar bone I don’t give a **** about
Your muscle tone, I'm a cyclone all alone I could spend a
1,000 years on my own.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
Amid the verbose magicians
Seeking kinships
And sailing deep into their arduous mists
Watching them peddle their afternoon
To a handful of smiling children holding their breath
Amazed in gentle body trick
The older men of age
Leaning deep into their creased chins
Stroking the grizzled fat
Blinding light of soul
Staring down the barrel of life
Striking the enemy one last time
And yet smiling
sober,
Met of match,
taking care of their kids.
Then there's the cold-clocked dudes
On the phone pushing buttons
In a button-up raglan
Lost indistinct
the promised land
The golden shores swept away by
inconvenient time
Left shopping in an auto mall
"Won't you look at the time?"
7.07 APR
Boy what a steal!
And Steve maddened and screamed
As the lines blurred instinctual between opposing teams
And the oven dinged a great alabaster slant
Leaning towards the new millenitants
Rise up!
***** the wheel
Turn the axel from pistons
To alkaline metal
And doubt with great monumental
Quality
That the machine borders all
And we cannot retreat
And while I sift bouyantly between the waves
Searching the puzzle piece within the molecules
Reconnecting with the things
And representing
dreams on a 66 hertz screen
I call rather failing
Towards a black rocked shore
Towards the sweet Dorigen
Of my dreams
Finding an integral of time
And space
And calculating the intangible slope
Of my desmise
With the imaginary constiutent
Of that lighted mind.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
V.B. Wigglesworth wakes at noon,
Washes, shaves and very soon
Is at the lab; he reads his mail,
Swings a tadpole by the tail,
Undoes his coat, removes his hat,
Dips a spider in a vat
Of alkaline, phones the press,
Tells them he is F.R.S.,
Subdivides six protocells,
Kills a rat by ringing bells,
Writes a treatise, edits two
Symposia on "Will man do?,"
Gives a lecture, audits three,
Has the ***** club in for tea,
Pensions off an ageing spore,
Cracks a test tube, takes some pure
Science and applies it, finds,
His hat, adjusts it, pulls the blinds,
Instructs the jellyfish to spawn,
And, by one o'clock, is gone.
8.5k
when swimming with dolphins
lost phase, depth of oceans
recurrence of persuasion
the cavities erosion
a pragmatic extension, the neural hyper tension
grace the evening
split precision aching
remedies for aging
repetition
of the alkaline waste
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
complexity
is your beauty
simplicity
your mystery
interdependence
sustains you
once upon a time
we dipped bowls
into your waters
and brought up
draughts of life
now
Skipjacks go
fathoms deep
into endless
depletion
charting
entangled
dead zones
broadening
into a sea of
inertness
your delicate
eco-essence tips
toward oblivion
effluvia farmers
layer mechanized
blankets of
nitrates on your
sunset shores
weaving
green tendrils
of algae blooms
strangling the
entanglements
of all links in
your miraculous
food chain
the EPA
proscribes
a Jenny Craig
pollution diet
to halt the
slaughter in
oxygen
challenged
dead zones
where rockfish
are garroted,
oysters get drilled
by screwworms
and azure tinted
soft shell *****
dance soft
shoe taps
lifting a tinny
chorus of sad
Piedmont Blues
the flat-lining
watersheds
voiceless
warnings
tremble
rocking the
purged nests of
screaming ospreys
in vocal protest
of a sinking
Tangier Isle
anointing it’s
tombstones
of unvisited
cemeteries with
multicolored
guano
fitting
alkaline
tributes
to the lost
inhabitants
and forgotten
languages
sinking into the
brine of gray
brackish tides
Delmarva’s fine
intra-continental
balance skewed
by the oozing
industrial swill
of Frank Perdue
chicken farms
ruling the roost of
sanctioned sustainability
tinging clear watersheds
of finger lakes
set in splints to
repair dislocations
and complex
compound fractures
that may never heal
again
Music Selection:
Taj Mahal: Fishin Blues
jbm
Oakland
6/7/12
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
Dear Battery,
Enough of your Flattery!
You power mere toys,
You are only used by little fuckboys.
But a Lock is a dads tool!
If you disagree you are a fool.
You do not understand Dad jokes even!
You are just a Un-dank Bush wannabe named Steven.
You are best to be leavin' Steven!
Because The 9 Volts are aimin',
To Give you a taste of their dankness,
You best run far and run fast!
Because their going to Shrek you,
Back to the Holocaust.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
We’re gathered here today to put to rest the words I didn’t mean to say.
The thoughts I tried my best to suppress, but slipped out anyway.
Delivering meanings that I didn’t have planned,
And messages she just can’t understand.
My acid tongue throws out its poisonous whispers into her ear, containing words she was never meant to hear.
But she cancels them out with her alkaline replies that don’t align with mine.
She’s the one who starts this game every time.
Throwing in the truths that bring me shame,
But when I claw out her flaws from beneath the dirt out onto the surface,
They impregnate her hazel eyes with rain.
And I’m always the one to get the blame.
I check the weather where she is to know if she can see the dark clouds leaving,
Unveiling the blue skies that lie beneath.
Hoping that one day she will open her hazel eyes and realise we’ve been through wet and dry seasons that continue to replay like groundhog day.
But all we can do is keep believing that there is a reason why we can’t let the storms blow it all away,
Just because of the words I didn’t mean to say.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
He paints his ashtray
alkaline blue,
a petty tip-of-the-hat to
harbingers of evil,
men between men and
women sitting aside,
head bobbed
in embarrassment.
What have we become which
normalized gestures do not
puncture?
His alkaline blue ashtray
trading dust for roach buds
and where is he off to,
brain sorting sentiment with
barred numbers, statistics,
inaccessible phenomena.
Pains to say most often he is
wandering in the wings
flapping for attention.
How humanity must suffer
in the name of
self-effacement.
He and his
alkaline blue ashtray
skitter across the landscape
(a da Vinci,
a Mona Lisa)
again in apathy to watch
petty tip-of-the-hat prisoners
wag thumbs and call
each other names.
In the end of things,
reason does not prevail.
The dust is all.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
i wish i were a chemist,
so that i could hypothesize
& limit my attempts &
my experiments in futility
so that maybe, I could
tell you that your mere
presence was a catalyst
to my volatile elements
provoking reactions,
left & right, endless
explosions in my head
& mostly, in my chest
or that you tasted like a
antidote to the mundane
bringing me back from
this quiet complacence
i could drink your tonic,
swallow your smoke,
& devour your scraps
like a starving bulimic
or how your poison
made me slip, drip like
mercury, through your
skillful & soft fingertips
like sodium, this persistent
salt that refuses to quit
from my veins, a reserve
remains after the detox
or why i would oscilliate
between the alkaline &
the acidic, never quite
stabilizing at a safe degree
if i had know all this,
i would not have played
alchemist, concocting
a worthless elixir of life
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
~
Corrosive elevation
Metabolic creation
At the mouth of cough drop falls
Trails of caustic, nomadic influence:
Coffee lips
Decaffeinated tongue
Resealable groove
Reusable embryo
White hunter
Melt snow
Hang fire
Black crow
Mechanical peak
Summit on a stick
Chiseled grey
The smoke ascending
They call "day"
Lovely shade of sadness, this
Wandering endocarp
Hidden in caves, hollows, crags, cellars, and cisterns
It came naked
From out of the acrid woods
And said
"The locust are upon us..."
~
Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 1:50 PM UTC
Its something about that
crack
of the morning
solitude
Becoming one alongside the
energy
conveyed upon every full, comforting gust of
wind
with every frigid grain of sand
collected
in the burrows between your
toes
How the proverbial crash and sizzle out of an alkaline
wave
can intimately caress ones depth of
recollection
so swift and flirtatious,
passionate.
Reflecting the honest
actuality
Honorable substandard grotesque
indifferent
Reminding us that we can
procure
tranquility within
pandemonium
perfection in chaos and
inadequacy
an erie absence of inorganic
resonance
in an alone, but not lonely repose,
comfort
pending that
crack
of the morning
solitude.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
What is left to do when the only way to get rid
of the salt at the bottom of my lungs
is by drowning myself in alkaline oceans.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
One is per se acidic
Other one is per force alkaline
Their life is neutralized
One is corrosive
Other is effervescent
Together is balanced
One is hydrogen
Other is oxygen
They quench their thirst
In 2:1 proportion
One is proactive
Other is reactive
Both are coactive
One is productive
Other is seductive
Couple is reproductive
They build nucleus family
With atomic character
Explode or implode
Implore and explore
New order of life’s disorder
The duo’s duel disposition
Sports harmonious melody
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
I will scare you with words,
Of the beautiful sort.
Those loving, but to self,
You're not allowed to report.
I'd make you believe,
In a world full of dreams,
But you prefer, in it's stead,
All those alkaline streams.
As muse, you'd release,
And as poet, I'd lay.
But you'll not accept beauty
As your own, (well, not today).
So I'll write of the ocean,
I'll write of shorestones,
Until you accept full your symphony,
And let me play out your tones.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 2:14 AM UTC
~
t'is some sorrow that cannot fade.
its inner sadness shuns the sun;
as hydra thrives in northward shade,
yet turns thy tearful drops to love.
she thy dark night's dew,
and from thy burning rain,
thy weeping cries of pain,
bears in brilliance, sunset hues.
attires her blooms in violet blues,
in soil giv’n she finds the way;
from alkaline, in colored sprays,
her floral pink she displays.
in acid of thy heavy tears,
she bears the blues of all thy fears;
and burnishes thy greying eyes,
with dazzling flame to lift thy sight.
she shows the inner strength that flows,
'neath bitter current lies resolve;
from teardrops come thy rainbow,
and morning dew in love absolves.
queen of mournful sighs,
she coronates thy dark of night;
from bitter groans she hope unfolds
she bears thy tears in floral jewels.
~
*post script.
(the hydra, more commonly, the hydrangea,
she rearranges her jeweled bouquet
based on her soil's pH.)
a beautiful post by Naimh, brought tears and this. i gift it to my dearest Becky, whose sorrow knows no bounds. and post it here dedicated to Naimh, apart from whose recent daily, i would not have known her sorrow. may it momentarily lift her sighs. and to the countless others, those i have come to know here, who share in this sad common bond... a mother’s loss; you have my deepest appreciation and concern for your ever-present tears, your unending sorrow... and your undying love!
please read Naimh's beautiful post, my inspiration, here:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1637667/the-lost-rose/*
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
Only several days before we met, I had killed myself several times
Each one for a sin on my soul, repentant death of the ego
And the trees on my grave were hung in joyous apathy
You were neither man nor woman, yet a person all the same
and your hair was smiling
The objective Slavic King was foreboding but intrigued
and you pained to be affectionate
I feigned the aptitude to appease the master
While you danced around the wizard in robes
but the children had no faces
The spectrum gave way to the memories of childhood despair
The dying chair and the wooden man that beat against dun windows
Mossy branches were groping hands that felt the insecurities
and I lay bare in mourning winter air
Still those whistles sing for fallen queens that litter stray beds
The misguided steed in the blacksmith's den, asking for another fix
and the inanimate table that miraculously walked away
They were all there in my vivid nightmare
But you were safe in the rubber box built by nimble giants
and your mother cried alkaline tears
It was cursed pain that you felt
But the horses of your marriage fled for the fields
and you were left there in Novosibirsk
With a silver coin pressed to your chest
And I, lay lonesome in Saratov
'neath the blackening skies
On a wall in Kryty Square
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
Midday
on a streetlight unlit
a Hawk
the Moon
rings
when the clouds roll over
the smell of broken Earth
the Color on my hands
the sharp and savory
acid scent of Juniper
sprung green from Granite
a pine cone
in the soft, blue alkaline
sweet alpine Water
termite hieroglyphs
drift wood Houses in braille
rough under fingers
sun bleached tree stump
on lake shore stones
one root in the water
Spring sun
snow patches
in tree shade
the lichen bright lime
making patient animals
of old growth Cedars
Fall
from leaf to leaf
the paths of ants
bent over
staring at the Earth
where is this poem?
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
anything that involves him
seems to be wholly acidic;
why did I think I could be an
alkaline strong enough for this?
Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 10:26 PM UTC
Alkaline eyes
As if pierced by some awl,
As if hallowed by some blunt axe,
As if to juxtapose
Bee stung lips.
Cabaret music,
Dead souls,
Dancing corpses.
Ella Enchanted:
Swinging, Swirling, Swaying, Swabbing
Sick, Suffering, yet
Sauntering;
Sweaty Socage with
Scummy Suede-heads,
Stocking
Satan’s Sweet Sibling.
Swollen Skeleton,
Skin Shunned and Shivering,
Shadowed, her face;
Shock-less eye Sockets
Tired grow her limbs,
Unction bottled in her heart.
Unaware, her clientele,
Zeal in their eyes.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 10:14 PM UTC
you make me want to listen to Alkaline Trio
ironically,
for their morosity
is no longer my own. and maybe
they'd be happy for me. happily
singing their songs
with a different
lung.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
I woke up this morning with an appetite for self-destruction
Yesterday's consumption of ******** piling on today's woes
Making me ill
There is a hollow in the pit of my stomach
Something is brewing in my heart of hearts
Come dusk it will overflow
The fear is settling in my blood
Running through my veins
My alkaline blood turning acidic
If anyone needs me I will be in the doldrums.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
The sundancer is dodging space junk on the moon.
She is daughter of the sun, reason the moon shines.
The view is breathtaking, and so is the vacuum.
Below spin smells of seaweed, wildflower perfume,
but here satellites crush to dust, just alkaline.
The sundancer is dodging space junk on the moon.
There's no air to breathe up here, only fumes;
she sees moons fall into their planets all the time.
The view is breathtaking, and so is the vacuum.
Sundancer somnambulist hears ghosts in her bedroom.
She pulls the tides to her chin, tucked in, and hides.
The sundancer is dodging space junk on the moon.
She dances in dark but keeps a toothbrush in my bathroom.
She is trying to survive.
The view is breathtaking, and so if the vacuum.
She whistles at birds, content in her own volume.
Constellation clustered face, her freckled stars align.
The sundancer is dodging space junk on the moon.
The view is breathtaking, and so are you.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
We have always been bigger...
than stars.
The sky a stage
spoken intimacies
of velvet hearts
and ***** hands.
I wander the comet of
truth with moon-filled
eyes. Waiting, bow-shaped.
I couldn't help but notice
those constellations were
made for sin.
Stealing glances of
tightened skin too explosive
to retract.
Tiny pools of passing rain
drag an ellipsis around my tongue.
And from this side of Babel
light glares inside
sprouting roots.
Silver Cerulean Decembers
bundle themselves
winter by winter.
Cloaked by the tree,
a heaven of insistence and glass.
Words falling weightless-
sun bleached leaves
into palms of hands.
Glimmering abyss of
infinite ice, fractured bloodless
upon starless earth.
Saliva brushed shock
Alkaline flesh-
on napkins that
hold, what they
have forgotten.
Avoidable words
that keep us fed...
back to my chamber heart.
Every single time.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
1
You will avoid overcomplimenting. Stick to phrases
eeked of desire—smart blouse, handsome family.
You will find a chair. Tilt your head until you've
found the ceiling. Let discomfort loom. Let her speak.
Don't respond right away. Make her second guess her words.
Let her try to ramble out of it on a macro level. Let her dwell
on the micro miscalculations in silence.
Give it some time. Respond.
But calibrate. Be indirect, detached. "I'm here, aren't I?"
2
Don't encourage sentimentality or nostalgia.
When she brings up the early days—and she'll bring up the early days—remind her of your many failures in kindness.
The time she called from the psych ward and you told her you were busy should work. Or when you made her walk home after
the big fight. Or when you introduced her as a friend.
3
Here, she'll take your hand and guide it along her soft features.
Oblige.
Focus on the way you take her in. Give her a jagged gaze.
Don't relent.
Undress yourself. Do this without intro or segue or ceremony.
Comment on her alkaline and citrus taste. Drift five feet above yourself and watch it happen.
4
Laying tangled in the aftermath of blankets and sheets, ask her
about her husband.
Ask her about her drinking.
Ask her about her son's new school.
Ask her about her prescriptions, the side effects.
5
Take the long way home. Grab the brown belt to go with the brown shoes. Drink water. Lots of water. Eggs, not cereal.
Show up early to work. Appear eager and sincere in your every
task.
Blend.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC