"bituminous" poems
And now there would come a time
a swift sharp clock on the bed
Blaring its little chime in between the hard bells
Like an angry little arm
Charming if not for the alarm
And everyday I slap the face of it
Like an unwanted *****
And she is silenced
Quick unlike
Said chick
But I am a cruel guy and have no sense of wet and dry
Nor cool or heat
There's nothing bothering me
Time just ticks off and I laugh at it
But my cells divide and turn into little old protoplasmic men
And yet I am not called upon them
Because they are stupidly designed and I have no sympathy for arts and crafts
No masterman
who failing to raise his hand
Clams up
With such poor artwork
Slap that ***** in the dilapidated sistan
Now In San Francisco
Where the alley streets stink of ***
And the European facades are just that
Crumbling
Poopy
And full of ****
And what yet are they dreaming to be?
The church that survived fire
Great conflagration
God didn't make a rainbow at the end of that,
Now did he?
He's a water-sign
Dolt
And water only jolts your mind
When it scatters true light,
Ain't that right?
But it's all the same
Just different hues
And the news
Isn't new
Just Blaring and yelling
And speeding television crews
Riding their stories
Up and down the many stories
Trying to build a city of angels
On a bituminous hill
Shills
No life skills
And I walk the city streets with a ugly old leather
Brief
Casing the joints and rolling my own
Unhappy and alone
Kerouac and the dreams on the monangular input where the triangular avenues meet
And he has no road
While airplanes shake their jets on the tarmac and trebuchet into the air
Going god knows where
Seeing a new piece of the sculpted pinball
Perpetually trapped in the machine
How bout Nippon
Or Hangujin
Or Han Chinese
Or Berlin
Anywhere but when
A little ways along the state
Of "in"
All these strange things
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
Scalade skyward pile,
Of defensible tile,
Bituminous seams mossy gaps.
Board aloft to defray,
Fletched missiles array,
Groomed on as lethal a trap.
Scalade meet the stone,
Long from our home,
As generals command the intrusion.
To Kings do we kneel,
Ere slay with cold steel,
Pass lightning and bring this conclusion.
Trod darkest parade,
Woods endless scalade,
Blistering gleams of the pitch.
One knight in Queen’s arms,
Keen maid’s airy balms,
Do graces scar memory per stitch.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 2:22 AM UTC
what strange secret shattered and charged
a mighty foe with the wings on a blast
but bituminous the glow and from hell
dangerous to think things ringing in your ears
slip into a still watch it slip through
your fingers like sand through a sieve.
under-swept and as said so differencing from distance softer than you could sea
the skies
watching the clo(u)ds collide.
couldn't pull back an escapist so fled the paint into a sick barrel of venom.
dis
app
ear
listen to the end
quiet and seek through thunder
clouding your minds scrambled thick and ****** slick.
this is not about them the things are as he said.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
I load my silver tongue with brass
crass and hollowed-points may be my nature
**** my thoughts, take aim
and with plosive sputter,
sling my brain
with metal hatred
Fling my words in forked contention,
misattribute my cold-hearted intentions,
with passion a fervor holds convection,
'Till pride produce the bituminous heavens
But still,
with marksman's gaze will you free my lies,
your scope of view between the ghostly sights
and trigger a sensationalist enterprise
for which all my lies will bleach
From red to white,
Tartarous sheen
There are words severed from man,
and as they hang their heads for the guillotine,
has any body stopped to ask,
"What do they mean"?
But the wheel cannot cease revoluting,
just as the rifle cannot beget its shooting,
Without the fatal trace of careful phrase,
fingered around the triggered maze
These words will fly
hot metal and lye
Awash the ****** floor of dissident
and acidic representation
Till all the light of spoken rhyme,
will dine upon the littered flames
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC