"conjugates" poems
Melting Sarcoma
Cell Division
Warfare Conjugates a mission
And dares the fates to corrugate
Hurricanes of plated windows reflect as they shatter, their torment, drunken stupor invoked by habit.
They congregate as ashes, winnowing.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
Just two ships, passing in the night
or two shopping carts, at the grocery store
glances that say, what could'a might'a
or maybe even, more
Who knows, who can postulate
all the what should have beens
some maybes, or conjugates
a minor sin, of skin
The look the pass of eyes
kindling of perchance flames
mentally too compromise
not even knowing, names
Never mind to reconcile
the quiet cost of ecstasy
whether yes, or not worthwhile
just, a crazy glance
and a simple
fantasy
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
the body of the name lying naked on the tongue
the touch of rust
the sunset at the change of the season
the sea coming home to a lonely shore
the lips asking for more, the ears the amorous organs
emptied of echoes, the cities built on bones
from scrambled noise emerges syntax
that conjugates attraction in parallax
and someone or not-one spoke a metonymy of solicitude
in the beginning in the end, in the garden in the ruins
events ever fragile, encounters that were almost nothing
the hounding difference between a thing and a word
between us and us
between the data, the predictions thereof
and the unexpected
that we have not yet learned to trust
the body unspoken, the touch untranslatable
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC
Greater than signs
really do grow into alligators
and feast on their prey.
Telling my Algebra II teacher this
won’t get me out of doing my assignment.
I swear,
they change every time she turns away.
I attempt to keep my eyes down
as I’m avoiding scaly beasts and impossible math problems
and instead fix my eyes on the clock.
It is even more complex than complex conjugates.
Every second is assigned to each minute
and I’m assigned to do problem number one on the board.
The seconds travel down the spiral staircase
taking two, maybe three steps at a time.
Take a step back and countdown from ten
But that doesn’t stop each second from dwindling down.
Irrational numbers, decimals and pauses
Deep in my chest
Long division, long sigh.
Then the scatter-plot line graph exponentially decreases
And goes flat.
Feet tapping to unknown time signatures
One tear making its way down my cheek.
Plus another.
Eighty thoughts per second
And I feel like my heart is going ninety
I tried to count everything but was disappointed
to know that I can’t count even a fraction of anything.
Blame it on my dead calculator,
erase my incorrect, hard work
and start over.
“Will someone help her with problem number one?”
They sigh,
their annoyance multiplies.
Sorry to waste your time.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
giggle snort he looks like him
doesn't it puzzle them some specimen
prized champion winter in abandon
specialized french fried batter in the alley
two cats two kids and the whole **** family
10 mile pile up when and where I pick it up
the effect of bye isn't enough
can you tell me with a cough syrup kind of smile
that all the while crocodile my tears were in denial
two apart from two doesn't separate it conjugates
it fills you will the urge to skate
slip slide and forge the way
I dream in colours of saturday
this this this away
that that that away
I blow the clouds from north to south while I'm headed out
it's like a sea of candles when I finally turn the lights out
you you you rolling in the deep I I I tossing in my sleep
grinding little melodies out on my teeth
someone's got some secrets the just don't want to keep
I'll make you a discreet if you offer to make a peep
in two weeks we'll have cash mountain heap
Fuel in the furnace syndicated mass
sometimes I put words together
sometimes I have to smash
shred out the symbolism on a silly sticker board of intoxicated lovers who drew when they were bored
deadly and forgiving all the sins got mixed in and they can't remember how to escape all that they drew in
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
saying:
“the Name of God is a word that conjugates all the verbs at all times...write it!”
Man, in his vain intent discovered poetry.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
I wasn't thinking of much
Just zeroing on anything but the foreign whistling in my ear.
I had scouted for a potentially enticing attraction
That, while available, was both empty and deceitful
I remember now the lesson: Past Conjugates.
So I conjured my accent and answered correctly.
The door opens, and at first I paid no mind
But then I was stirred from my consuming thoughts.
I was chosen as a partner.
I did not know why, but
Then my gaze shifted outward
And I came eye to eye with you
I stood aghast at the warm greeting
Enveloping what had been a miserable day.
You sat down next to me
And there we talked.
Flirts I had only dreamed of leapt out of my mouth
And into your elegant ears
The only thing more surprising than my bold approach
Was the satisfaction in your relieving reciprocation
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 8:20 PM UTC