"apeshit" poems
It wasn't a guitar solo.
It was a guitar and me going
******* on each other;
if it seemed cacophonous
that's because it was
supposed to be.
One of us is going to destroy
the other eventually.
Am I supposed to love a guitar?
See, I wake up next to her,
and look into her eyes,
and it's only love I see.
Warm skin in sunshine beats
factory made in China.
The curves of her shoulders,
or the lines that form her smile,
versus the curves of it's body,
the blades that vibrate at every end.
I painted it yellow, but when I see her
I feel it. Warm.
Me and that instrument are enemies
till either of us dies.
No, I do not love an instrument.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
dry fire,
dry ice,
quiet liar,
quiet mice,
rendered humble,
rendered missile,
sharp rumble,
sharp thistle,
total jarhead,
total *******
something guarded,
something makeshift,
fastened underneath,
fastened monopoly,
melting dragonsbreath,
melting catastrophe,
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
What I’ve learned is this:
when you’ve loved someone—
I mean really loved—
like ******* crazy loved,
I’m talking seeneveryinchofhisrottensoulandstilllongedformore loved,
known every glimmer of his shifty eyes and what each one means,
shared every bare ugly bruise of your past and let him heal them all,
peacefully slept with complete comfort and security in his arms,
danced at the thought of his name and grown
every second you spent with him or near him or thinking about him,
and yearned for more time to show him
your love and could never believe
for an instant
that maybe he loved you as much or
as deeply as you loved him,
like your insides could just burst
and your blessed little heart is liable
to explode at any instant with the
sappy mushy love
that looks ridiculous on anyone else
kind of loved—
when you’ve loved to the point
where you don’t watch your back
and never think he’s watching his,
where you don’t look to the past because there isn’t one,
only a wide, shiny future,
where you fall in love with every word that
drips from his mouth to yours
and every thought that materializes in that
beloved skull,
where you lose yourself and everything
you thought you knew only to realize that
you are
refined
and more you
by his side than you are alone
(and that stupid little paradox doesn’t sound ridiculous to you),
where you can sit in complete profound silence
and still manage
to know each other better for it,
where imagining life without him is a hilarious extravagant absurdity,
where you are certain that other people just will
never know a tenth of the love you have,
where waking up and driving and lunching and chatting
and the most mundane
aspects of your mundane
days make the most tender moments of your life,
where you’ve never been so content to be so vulnerable—
when you’ve loved someone like that—
completely—
the tears taste a little sweeter.
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 6:14 PM UTC
The predictability of certain females
**** blossoms, ins and outs.
State social climbing potential woman -
lying obnoxious males - the types of women
they go ******* over
Certain people in the helping professions
who seem prone to be cliche uttering
Hardhats even though they might have
gotten their degrees from a liberal university
or whatever.
Sensing which people especially females
if you're a guy who might be interested
in you before you have had your first big talk
to, in most cases, and break the ice
since once is usually interested in them back.
Sensing who back scratched (you "do" me, I'll "do" you)
A-kissers, apple polishers and so on are if you're at all
military, or come from a military family
where you're really exposed to that member of the military.
Suspecting sudden outbursts of grief
coming on from a relative who doesn't appreciate
anything tragic whatsoever
but I'm saying maybe is
sensing the angry last man syndrome in
certain males
Knowing when to say "Well, don't get all hostile,"
with your arms outstretched
when somebody is about to scold you about something
starts within you.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
***
I never thought of
of status quo
I just went
crashing
against the walls
logical had
nothing to do with me
it was for real
abstinence
of every rule
out of eyesight
I caught afire
drew the fire on
drew me amidst
a flame
and went
completely
******* mad
like Syd did
sang on
shined as
long as I could
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
Coyotes up here sound like
ravers high on ecstasy.
Maybe they ground scored some out there.
Prowling woods
massaging themselves against Pine.
They are asking the marvelous moon to turn the music up.
Dub step metal
Mosh pit circles form.
They invite the Bears to join.
All of a sudden it's on like Donkey Kong.
Curious Cougars peek in, decide to let loose and go for it.
Conifer wizards patient as dirt smile and sway.
Neighborhood dogs go ******* Jealous canines start bolting.
Forest party extravaganza.
Yellow eyed owls swoop in and spy like voyeurs.
Wild coyotes share their find with anyone who wants some.
Come and get it.
Slam pit dancing turns to howling.
Bears start rubbing on Cougars
Coyotes start rubbing on Bears
Glazed eyes rolling hard.
Stars leak brighter
Milky way runs together
perfectly placed and forever brilliant.
Hilltop winds originating in Pacific continue their one message, cooling off doubts like a whispering champion.
Before you know it
the whole forest kingdom is ******* and you have to lay there and listen to it all ******* night while you try to hopelessly fall asleep.
Thanks for inviting me
******
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC