"chopstick" poems
Typing furiously
The websites you administrated
The cool stuff you created
Dancing graciously
The pictures you enhanced
The movies you edited
Plucking gentle
The guitar strings
The songs you sing
Moving delicately
The way you put your chopstick
The way you stroke your joystick
Approach hungrily
Touching the sacred spots
Knead, caress, massage, pinch, rub, enter.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
In my attempt to write you a song
I realized why you left me.
Can we both take a moment,
To light a ******* candle?
The turning of a door ****
The stepping of your sandals.
Sacraments of the diary,
Trafficking of my pills.
If the word would keep my mouth,
And the blood flow from my heels.
Sickened by the thought of me,
You have yourself a drink.
You're not the girl in the mirror,
That girl doesnt blink.
If my hands could keep my side,
And your bones would keep its skin,
Your flesh would appear more alive,
And we would never end.
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 11:35 AM UTC
His hair is poofed, 8 out of ten
Teeth polished soft white
Back is naired, nails all clipped
Underwear still clean
He is bouncy and blathy
A brassy baritone rips across the set
Co-anchor all Xanaxed and blonded
Can’t feel her glowing red mouth
About to show their favourite clips
Starving umber skinned babies
Distended bellies, chopstick arms
Fly clouded eyes, light fading
Mothers with vacant grey faces
Collapsed buildings, bodies sprawled
Terrified animals dying
Video Head man turns to the camera
Mouths the teleprompter tales
Without meaning
Can’t feel his heartbeat
He’s thinking about his *********
Of 17 year old Crack babes locked in his suite
‘N Just as he starts to get jazzed up
The lights go down and he knows
He knows
He’s just a digital clown
FFFTTT…
The electrons are gone.
Songs of the Illustrated Zombies 2010
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 5:04 PM UTC
Once there was a Cup
And inside the cup there was a Dragon
And the dragon shrank to the size of a pencil sharpener
And inside the pencil sharpener there was a needle
And the needle grew to the size of a chopstick
And I used it to clean my ears
And Ive been hearing better ever since.
With my newly clean ears
I realised that
I'd heard the poem all wrong.
What it really said was...
Once there was a Hat
And inside the hat there was a wagon
And the wagon shrank to the size of a bottle opener
And inside the bottle opener there was a beetle
And the beetle put on some lipstick
And I used the lipstick to help me speak more clearly.
And I've been speaking more clearly ever since.
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
buttered noodles O stay hot you quickly cooling wrigglies!
and you, naked geisha
sing me to sleep-
but disobey your decorous caresses
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
If I had a lot of wood
A whole lot
Like, a lumberyard or a forest's worth
I'd build a boat
A really BIG boat
And I'd take it to the ocean
And live freely with the fish and the urchins
And the squid too
I'd chat with the 'gulls
And feed them little mackerel
And smile as the storms came
Because my boat would be big enough
That it could handle the winds
It would be super tall
And really skinny
That would be funny
Although that design isn't really conducive
To being safe on the sea -
I still like the thought
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
So this friend of mine comes up to me
And asks me if i can help him out
Sure, I say, what's up
He pulls out a gun from his back
And shoots me in the face
I suddenly wake up
And realize I'm in my bed
Kinda shocked I go to the kitchen
To grab a glass of water
Then the phone rings
I pick up the phone
When suddenly a car crashes
Trough the kitchen window
Crushing each and every bone in my body
I suddenly wake up
And realize I fell asleep
On a park-bench
The sun is shining
The sky is blue
It's a fantastic day
People are having fun in the park
When suddenly this guy in a trench-coat
Sitting on the park-bench next to me
Pulls the trigger
And blasts everything including me
To bits and pieces
I suddenly wake up
Please!
I'm in my office
It's lunch time
Everyone's getting ready to grab a bite
Please, no more!
Susan, from Accounting sees me
And asks if I want to join her for Sushi
Sure, I say, why not
We go and get some Sushi
Please stop!
She suddenly grabs a Chopstick
And stabs me in the ear
Over and over
I suddenly wake up
And then something happens
And then I die.
I suddenly wake up
And then something happens
And then I die.
A thousand deaths
won't make up for what I did to you.
But eventually I will learn
To live with it.
And so will you.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
Hum,
they apologize.
There were too many strands of hair being missed,
elephant painted mugs fell fast;
and of the smiles,
the ones hinted with swaying hips,
they dropped with the dollars.
Hum,
they tried.
There was too much hope for her,
chopstick legs swinging round on plates;
and of the love,
the ones committed with half urgency,
they lingered like splinters.
Hum,
they forgot.
There was too much sadness,
groups of mourning children;
and of the stuck ones,
the ones wanting to fly,
they lived on.
Hum,
they said.
We were only trying to drown her.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
Bugs bitten skin deep soul
[I slept on lot of empty plastic bottles]
Salted eyeballs, a chopstick
Two, they always asked for two
[Stamped]
White chalks, bitter coughs
Childhood! Roses and a caterpillar
I had taught myself not to cry
Grown like gecko, became huge as *** of fears
Empty cocoon
Music box, grandmother, her smile and mole
[Nice pass, basketball]
Please turn off the lights and lock the window
[Too fat, though]
I wondered what more I could ask for
How perfect, monochrome
I was born, the world
[Moths are beautiful too]
Hey hey oily feathers
Butterflies cannot fly too high after all
It was never battle scars the ocean loved
[Eyeballs, remember eyeballs]
Forked
Babies and the steps
Climb your stairs, lungless
[Eyes were the most burned]
Chest, o Christmas tree and wedding cake
Claps, stories of mockery
Photographs, memories, what stays and fades
[The bridge saw you and fell in love--
I was crossing it
I was crossing it]
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
That's where I found it, but it's not where it was,
so I'll pick it up and put it somewhere else just because.
This is what it looks like. This is how it walks:
like a quarter machine capsule on a pair of chopstick legs.
Cup it to your ear and you can hear the ocean lying.
Lie down on the sand and you can hear the mollusks dying.
A storm is just a bunch of sad clouds collectively crying.
This is the part where you float away.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
Why, when having dinner at a Chinese restaurant, and about to have your first bite of chow mein, the house magician arrives at your table to demonstrate how he can run a chopstick up his nose?
copyright: richard riddle-April 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Fugazi - The Argument (2001),
an album i liked to mention that
they forgot with Kwik Save supermarkets
and the 7 elevens - tangy twangy Boy Dylan
like lyrics about the mid-western
fake on punk, with the refused's *the shape
of punk to come*, sonic youth,
and oddly enough cobra killer's l.a. shaker.
i knew tool were ****** when
their last album hit the supermarket shelves
along with cucumbers and lack
of kosher meat (10,000 days), even though
not punk; remain cool... remain cool?
remain alive you Hilly Billy.
the swedes never did no much suede
as Elvis with the shoes: chopstick tap dancing:
hey! a pair of drumsticks!
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
See, when i was in second grade i thought i was going to be the typical cheerleader football player couple
But the truth was, i didn't know anything about football and i was as flexible as a chopstick
As i got older elementary school i thought i was going to be popular and date the hottest guy in my grade
As of now all the "hot guys" think they are cooler than everyone or they are not even that attractive as everyone says they are, looks and personality
It's weird as you get older, you change on what you like in a guy
i thought "hey hot football player, i'm in"
and now its all like " i'll go for the adorkable guy in band"
As you go on you realize you can't control who you like
who you get the butterflies for
it could be someone you never expect
sometimes it happens and you don't know why
and thats how i feel about you
the whole "i feel something and i don't know why"
yes i don't even know you
yes we only had one period together last year and we never talked
yes i purposely wore those shirts so maybe you would spark up a conversation with me but you probably thought i was some weird girl who wore the same shirts every week
yes i go and talk to my friends that are talking to you because i just want to hear vibrant words come out of your mouth
yes i might laugh really hard at your jokes because 1) i laugh at almost anything 2) they are really funny and 3)you're saying them
yes i draw attention to my self so that i know I'm visible in your eyes but i know i will never be because i feel like you are way too cool for me
as of right now i will try to talk to you
i will try to become one of your best friends
i will try to be as intelligent, funny, kind and sweet as you
but i know i will never be on the same level of perfection as you are on
you may never know this but i have read too many fictional love stories in my life time that it has affected the way i think love and relationships should be
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Your hair twists around a chopstick
As you tell me you don’t need them to eat
I would do anything to see your curls turn grey
One strand at a time
Hold you when you cry
Heal you when you’re hurt
Brush your hair,
rub your feet,
breakfast in bed
Cook for you
Read to you
walk with you
protect you always
stay with you
Without recompense
Without a grandiose facade
I walk up the stairs to your house
My heart in anticipation
I jump into your arms
It is special each time
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 1:45 PM UTC
See! See! See the mule as she trots below the bars, carrying the weight of the unicorn on her shoulders
Look at how only pills find their way into her cotton filled stomach
On the stage where she holds the light that shines upon the fairest of them all
So you can watch the princess in the tower,
And notice her cries from the sapphires that fall down her bony cheek
Why don't you spy the masses of she-demons that weep acid over the screen which erodes the paper thin illusions
Spotted illusions, that flash like circus lights which find their eyes upon the pinup doll who struts high up on a tightrope in the air
When the mule stares from the bottom of the stage, is it the thinness of the waist or the wire she finds herself in envy with?
Hear! Hear! Hear how the pig squeals when they ignore her wishes to eat from an empty trough
Listen to her scream for the bones that creak when she moves a little too much
Can she overhear the way they speak of her size, as if there's a prize for claiming the biggest pumpkin
When she tunes in to the radio and hears them praise the waists of corpses in their seats made of lost teenage palates
Then they will make out the subtle sawing and snips where she finds herself cutting off the undesired fat that's lingered for too long
Wasn't she warned that it isn't safe to use a plastic knife to cut off a muffin top?
Speak! Speak! Speak of what you want to see when you look in the carnival mirror that distorts your shape in all the desired places
Then we can **** up to the girls with halos that fit their size 00 waist,
And talk of chopstick legs with an appetite that follows,
So you can brag about how you only eat one at a time
In what manner is it necessary that you chat instead of chew, to distract from your untouched plates!
You ramble on and on about the space that satiates your hunger for beauty
The beauty that has destroyed what I loved about you
When I whisper to myself in the bathroom mirror so full of nothingness
So full...
But I'll still eat the last of the candy in the bag:
Orange bottles that linger my dreams above my lips,
Out of reach,
And out of sight.
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC