"anhydrous" poems
magnetic kettles brew anhydrous storms
at four in the morning.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
With a full tank of gas,
You're easy to avoid
The snow is thick and fluffy
I am overjoyed.
Match my tires to the tracks ahead of me
To hide my trail
I can't let you follow me
All the way to the grail.
I'll hold that cup in my hand
And get the lay of the land
No one else may come aboard
It's just me and the Lord
Patch of ice under the snow
Sends me off the bridge
Photos of the two of us
Under magnets on the fridge
White out conditions
Axle snapped in two
Huddled under a blanket
Nothing else I can do
I'll hold that cup in my hand
And get the lay of the land
No one else may come aboard
It's just me and the Lord
No lights on the freeway
No end to the snow
Little hope of being rescued
North wind continues to blow
Can't let you find me
Away I crawl
And suddenly I'm warm
Forward I am called
I am holding that cup in my hands
Just dug it out of the sand
Sun shining on my weathered face
I am weary of that golden chase
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
Thump...thump...thump
capillary, vessel, anhydrous pump
inward pressure abounds
beat upon beat, heartfelt sounds.
Thump...thump...thump
guttural, airless trunk
chips down
nowhere surrogates sordid frown.
Pivot, about face...right...nothing
again...backwards...nothing
right face...nothing
forward...again...still nothing.
But there is always blood...
pumping... headwaters flood
pounding fear...
something... always lurking near.
As the root word is Latin
communicate... fatten
language of the word
rarely ever heard.
Excepting
idle transduction.
Talk to the birds.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
...
*walking
in the scorching
heat of mid summer
with torn shoes
in cracks bearing feet
he was feeling
acute thirstiness
~~~
struggling
to cover his
deprived stained face
with dilapidated wrapper
a profound smile
spread on his
anhydrous lips...
~~~
having
the glimpse
of the bunches
of dense shadowy trees
on the bank
of a perennial
stream
~~~
pushing
or just crawling
under the
shadow of trees
he dragged
himself nearer
to the river
~~~
splashing water
drenched quest
half closed eyes
mortal, aliv, relaxed
eternally blessed
in the lap of
mother nature*
...
(c) deovrat- 21.04.2018
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
Crinkling anhydrous
I contort to shapes described by Pythagorus.
My shell collapses
Livings a burden heavy to break the camels back
Words for me are needles in needle stacks
You can't get out with out cutting your throat
Every time you leave I'm wringing my hands in my car
Every time I see men I reach towards the bar
For another beer
I'm sitting in my own belly full of bile and I need to ***** out these tears
And I need to cleanse my spirit
And I need to shine my gears
Cause I am rusting shut. My mouths left in the forest and the tin mans oilcan hands cut
Back in my truck I tuck and hide the thoughts yet want a concrete wall to spill my mind upon
And make a canvas out of the windshield of glass covered in grey mass
The endings more poetic then a **** with a crown extending.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC