"dayglo" poems
He wants a sugar spun girl-
no lemon ***** no licorice, no peppermint.
Hard rock candy.
You gotta be sweet for him to crave you.
Sweet on the tongue, sweet on the eyes
in a package easy to tear, pop, unfold.
He likes it dayglo and with sprinkles,
marshmallow soft,
moldable and meltable ,
milk chocolate, white chocolate.
He shies away from bitterness.
Don't you dare fill him up.
He has a real meal waiting,
somewhere else, later.
Your job is
to be consumed.
What you need doesn't matter.
He wants candy, girl, not a meal.
Better sugar coat it,
or he won’t buy you
and you want to be bought,
don't you?
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
THE CONSTELLATION OF THE GIRL FROM WALLA-WALLA
I lick her lifeline
"Oh I can see you are
going to have a wet wet life!"
she watches the tip of
my tongue crawl along her heart line
"You will have many many kisses!"
she sips her fine wine
laughs...munches
sweet onions
all I say
comes true right away
guess I got it right
cute girl from
Walla-Walla sleeping
just up against the Pacific Ocean
"Shhhh..!" says the Pacific Ocean
as it watches over
her sleep
I place DayGlo stars
on all her extremities
she becomes her own constellation
the constellation of
the Girl From Walla-Walla
being looked after by a specific Ocean
"Walla-Walla!"
the waves call to her
but she's lost inside a dream
"Are you really a real Walla-Wallan?"
I ask of her
"Yep!" she grins "I'm the real thing!"
"The only Walla-Wallan
I knew before I knew you
was a girl in a book!"
I turn the snow-dome
up-side d-own
watch it snow forever
I remember her
letter telling me
of a snowstorm she once knew
"I took a little of the snowstorm
put it in the fridge so
it could melt in July."
"The snow storm had never met
a July before
so this was its big chance!"
"When the left-over snowstorm
finally got to meet its July
it cried itself into oblivion!"
"...here. . ." her letter
pauses for ever
outside snow falls now
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
THE CONSTELLATION OF THE GIRL FROM WALLA-WALLA
I lick her lifeline
"Oh I can see you are
going to have a wet wet life!"
she watches the tip of
my tongue crawl along her heart line
"You will have many many kisses!"
she sips her fine wine
laughs...munches
sweet onions
all I say
comes true right away
guess I got it right
cute girl from
Walla-Wall sleeping
just up against the Pacific Ocean
"Shhhh..!" says the Pacific Ocean
as it watches over
her sleep
I place DayGlo stars
on all her extremities
she becomes her own constellation
the constellation of
the Girl From Walla-Walla
being looked after by a specific Ocean
"Walla-Walla!"
the waves call to her
but she's lost inside a dream
"Are you really a real Walla-Wallan?"
I ask of her
"Yep!" she grins "I'm the real thing!"
"The only Walla-Wallan
I knew before I knew you
was a girl in a book!"
I turn the snow-dome
up-side d-own
watch it snow forever
I remember her
letter telling me
of a snowstorm she once knew
"I took a little of the snowstorm
put it in the fridge so
it could melt in July."
"The snow storm had never met
a July before
so this was its big chance!"
"When the left-over snowstorm
finally got to meet its July
it cried itself into oblivion!"
"...here. . ." her letter
pauses for ever
outside snow falls now
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
Tear out my eyes
repainting them shades of purple puke
and send me off back to work
Snip the curious child
from my gut
and paint the walls pink with his feet
pour drano into my ears
so that i may not have to think anymore
lobotomize my fingernail biting fetishes
till i only get hard-on's from my skull
dragging its skin across the pavement
you pitiful excuse for a poet
you hope to dazzle them with dayglo frosting
caked like mold in the corners of your mouth
you sick hopeless perfectionist
knitting cellophane walls
of hands slapping your face
so you can close your eyes
and lose yourself in the confines
of your stalagmites
you with your cut and paste philosophies
which leave gaping holes
stretching across everybody's pupils
huh?
exactly you ******* pustule of plastic bubbles
you are an empty bud
no flower could rise from soil as rank as yours
no love will ever find comfort in a heart as prickly as yours
i can only be ashamed
that i share your body
i'm better off getting aborted
next time you sneeze
so that i could infect another's fragile flesh
passing our sick parasite
at least something of yours will be left
for others to cherish
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 12:11 PM UTC
Our little teenage babushka
Carina Marie
flaxen haired beauty
with caramel pink complexion
and starlight eyes
I watch as you paint the world
with a vivid imagination and
the rich, dayglo colors of your
palette
Although I do wonder why you
hang cans from the ceiling
and tape a fork to the fan
all with an avant-garde shrug of
your shoulders
and a blasé smile
I see the hidden potential
bursting forth like a sudden
downpour of sunshine
A bright door opens in
the golden mist
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
A WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MOMENT
She awakes to
a DayGlo yellow post-it-note
stuck to
her bottom lip.
'Forgive me...'
it reads
'...stealing
the kisses
sleepily left
on your luscious
lips
they
were
delicious.'
You call me
at the office
& cry.
*******
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
They sprouted more than flew, and
there were quite a few, possibly dozens —
though, looking back, I always do
tend to exaggerate such incidents.
Anyway, this aphid swarm of grassy
greens decided to make me home,
and my chest crawled with specks, while
I waited for a bus to St. Peter's.
They could have been splattered "as if's"
spat from the mouths of hungry sparrows,
taken mid-swallow with a guffaw at
this tourist dressed in DayGlo.
I might've gotten the omen, but
intuition wouldn't surrender its clues
how to shoo insect guests attracted
by a coincidental cloth.
Perhaps they were meant as subtle hints —
an eternal city keeps its own agenda.
Apr 29, 2010
Apr 29, 2010 at 7:01 PM UTC
THE CONSTELLATION OF THE GIRL FROM WALLA-WALLA
I lick her lifeline
"Oh I can see you are
going to have a wet wet life!"
she watches the tip of
my tongue crawl along her heart line
"You will have many many kisses!"
she sips her fine wine
laughs...munches
sweet onions
all I say
comes true right away
guess I got it right
cute girl from
Walla-Wall sleeping
just up against the Pacific Ocean
"Shhhh..!" says the Pacific Ocean
as it watches over
her sleep
I place DayGlo stars
on all her extremities
she becomes her own constellation
the constellation of
the Girl From Walla-Walla
being looked after by a specific Ocean
"Walla-Walla!"
the waves call to her
but she's lost inside a dream
"Are you really a real Walla-Wallan?"
I ask of her
"Yep!" she grins "I'm the real thing!"
"The only Walla-Wallan
I knew before I knew you
was a girl in a book!"
I turn the snow-dome
up-side d-own
watch it snow forever
I remember her
letter telling me
of a snowstorm she once knew
"I took a little of the snowstorm
put it in the fridge so
it could melt in July."
"The snow storm had never met
a July before
so this was its big chance!"
"When the left-over snowstorm
finally got to meet its July
it cried itself into oblivion!"
"...here. . ." her letter
pauses for ever
outside snow falls now
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 5:06 PM UTC