"cetus" poems
lips open like a
v s
e u
n
fly trap
with fox-face eyes
&
a smiles that
could paralyze
the toughest of men like flies
in a spider's w e b
Multi-armed and covered in
muscle
this goddess hides
her blood red
tongue behind flirtations and butterfly wing
eyelashes
her mating dance and hunting style are on in the
same
"you will fall in love with me, and i will destroy you"
she breathes out like the iron smoke from a dragon's throat as smooth as a lady in** silk**
the souls of a hundred boys form stars and constellations
in the night-sky blanket she wraps herself in
when
nights get too
c
o
l
d and lonely
a hundred hearts rest in her throat
but she swallows them -- and laughs--
and holds my hand on swingsets
she is a goddess of a different sort--
belly swollen with the compliments and awe of a thousand potential lovers
they should make room for her in the heavens
somewhere between Cetus and Vulpecula
but there is no place for her there
because she has already eaten zeus
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 1:36 PM UTC
My pen is drawn,
I play my card.
In opposition, bullets charge
At the humble hull that graces space.
I row through open,
Sound is broken,
Yet I feel the great explosions
As I begin my work of art.
His beard can change the name of Virgo,
As it entangles her with rugged work.
His fingers grasp the fins of Cetus,
Guiding him through hallowed dirt.
Upon my course of groundless ground,
A chorus spits its sinful praise
Upon the Heavens, hands are raised;
Filthy angels make the games.
Holy traitors, boundless bounds,
And sacrilege will fall as rain.
The ones who think they are marionettes,
Will taste the blood on their swords.
Controlled by delusion,
They swing from confusion,
There are no strings in an aimless space.
The pen masters dance in allusions!
Imprison the stories of old,
And execute them with ink!
A war to break out in a comedy show,
Over one wordless tome—
On an altar in my vision zone!
My pen unarmed,
My senses harmed.
A soundless token of echoing voices,
To be spoken in softness, over thundering roughness.
This altar carved with wood and stone,
This tome of words with sheets of ink,
These words wear masks— I cannot read.
Tear a page,
It falls like rain.
Observe the rage,
Let freedom faint.
Soak the page,
Its masks detatch.
Lift the rage,
I row away.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
She had swapped her stolen soul,
Withe the 'Spirits of Saturn'
Her fractured heart,
Withe the 'Diamond Seas'.
I don't think I can stop this storm,
It's red hull churning,
Stirring the golden flakes for years on end.
Burning for four centuries now,
It finally starts to slow.
Time makes it harder.
I wish I could remember
The starlight,
Precious and pure (Just like her promise)
Flows from her words
Cold and distant
Far off from here (Just like my memories)
But it’s the moon,
That pulls her waters
It’s not the distance that counts
For me
Everything isn’t dark enough
Rings and winds,
Is the difference
Between us.
Iced over in methane,
Along the belt of Cetus
I’d still like to see
Eccentric descend.
When the eclipsed shrinking planet,
And the father of Jupiter
Gathered with our sister,
Who could tell no difference
Between night and day,
Aligned in serenade
Under the window of his lover.
Red with the ice of mars,
Seasons twice the length
And the largest with no seasons to bare
Ah, But it is the blue one,
Who didn’t get it’s chance
To shine
Fore,
It’s moon was found.
The sun
3 hours before it’s seen
It is too far,
For something so small,
But far from insignificant.
And it stayed in place,
To watch
Jupiter ascend.
With the stars strung on my back,
I’ll go the length,
Just to show you,
That the
Eternal light
Can still be
Seen,
From the farthest planets.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
Breath slipping gratefully away I slip out of the day my pen glides like I have some swaggering tail ends to my means figured out I'm sand box plotting the little league games- vindictive and victorious, a competitive brute. Bruised daisies sniffing underneath nose tips like itching dresses in white floral lace I wait for myself to pass into a new realm of closed mouths and legs. I snake sneer at the bedside table adorned with rose book red and green, yellow print, fatigued and sweating answers out of my palms fingernails claw at the truth- I’ll stay twirling inside teacups for days, then peer out realizing nuts bolts soldered plates, a small world contained thank you orange vest like yellow jacket concerto under some candy man who shocks me out of my hole. I’ll run through the **** stained grass like an ungrateful child to the white fence caging the Ferris wheel another attraction buttery and cotton soft I lie down under stars feel something unfamiliar and incommunicable open mouth push out a short breath- wuh- feels like bathing in invisible truth certain for mystery and then it dissipates and I jump back into the prize box widening and shrinking at the semi-conscious crane. Place my cavernous eye against the glass and everyone hides. Maybe one day I’ll taste the rain acid-less in a dream and awake in damp grass our hair intermingling and find some constancy in the crease of your eyelid, eyelashes brushing I want to believe we can make love sparks that never die pierce the belly of Cetus exploding Zeta and dusting the Earthlings tingling necklines pull us all gently inward into each other into ourselves into a new plane of existing where we don’t long for slumber and sweet plum trees because we taste the spirit’s tongue in every waking hour.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
A veil I hide behind to keep me safe
From crooked smiles and laughs I get throughout the day
I pretend to bend and tie my shoe
Dodging, but listening to the conversations that come through
No Integrity, No Truth in the world no more
With the way those sapiens talk all they can do is leave sores
No more can a honest word leave ones lips
Only phrases that can deliver something ludicrous
Like Cetus they birth words more and more
And what is born are monsters that feast on ones core
But silent I say, No words do I speak
And I just as wrong for deciding to be weak
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC