"detoxed" poems
i detoxed myself under this pale sun
(you stood by and watched the
unfolding saga all the while
questioning the meaning of zen)
the original concept was lost
somewhere along the way
when i dropped the ball
on the forty yard line
(can you recover your own fumbles?)
every time i stand by,
the waiting is eternal
and i become engrossed
in the uselessness of my position,
pondering
(my love for this is a game of solitaire)
i am the ultimate in
irrational action,
a demagogue of dark
pathways and religious
zealotry, trapped beneath
glass floors watching,
trying desperately to
cannibalize my fingers.
i have smoked your toenails
and wandered away listless
at comments unbecoming
and salivated on the fires
set to displace my vessels
(i have seen you ignoring me)
in the coming months i will
rend my eyes and pierce
my skull artificially
so you will be able
to see into my soul and
destroy me more efficiently
(you will know me by the number of the dead)
i will search deep and
long inside this shadow's
shell, extracting this cancer
so i can cook up my
shortcomings and inject
them into a Ken doll
because then at least
i will be pretty.
i will feed my
chilled oatmeal to a
Cantonese family
that will honor me
as the ***** poo-flinger
i am for you.
i will cease to exist
on a plane with your
type, sinking lower
on scale like a rock in
the Mississippi River.
Mom, when i stop
growing up, i will
be the ****** loser
everyone always
thought i would
(aren't you proud?)
(isn't he cute?)
i cannot imagine
surviving your intern camp
after the tattooing of arms,
we will eat the testicles of the
fallen gods and dispense
great suffering on the weak
because of our enlightened
prospects and redemptions
(what do you know about pain?)
i will place my severed head
in a place of prominence, likely
in your bed, right before
i cease to breathe
my eyelids weaken....
flicker, flutter....
i grow tired with the
advent of your indecision,
the totality of abandonment
the lenses fog, fade...
flicker, flutter...
i have run out of things to sacrifice
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
The clouds race golden
As be chariots
The sun is born
Like the deviants
As gusts of wind
****** the thoughts
Underdressed
The chest it coughs
While Major Clank
On wheels and stub
Bellows out and
Rubs the nub
Then by runes
the best made plans
Test the dikes
And angst of dams
The age of truth
The youth desired
Across the space
without the wires
The universe comes
In a box
Neatly packed
Shelved , detoxed
And all because
Annointed by rain
The blue sky morning
Clouds it's pain
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Born my son of youth,
My pride shadowed you,
Our long talks sitting outside,
Your wisdom and learning astounded,
You followed my career to fly,
Your letters stroked my ego,
Returning in uniform,
So healthy and strong.
Life is random and chaos,
Tomorrow is a dice tossed against a wall,
Struggling up my drive,
Grasping a wounded leg,
You was a ghost decimated by ****
My heart bled, my love insane,
You were weak, sick, you were meths *****
To the VA and rehab I hoped,
But rules by elderly, tired, bored women closed the doors,
You detoxed, and cleaned up in your high school room,
Daily classes, and screening followed soon,
A wife, two girls, rounded your life,
But **** called her *****
And she had exclusivity of your soul,
Of your girls gone, likely a loss for evermore,
We opened our hearts and all we had,
To you, wife, and little daughters,
Once, twice, three times many more,
Our pain ebbed, but our love was true,
Lastly, my wife and I had highest of hopes,
Everything fell in place this time,
I prayed, cried, it’s been awhile,
Life is Random and Chaos,
We all fell this time, no energy anymore,
No hope, no faith, battered love I taste,
The emptiness I feel is to great, I put it in a box,
My son of youth, I can no longer shadow you,
Yet Chaos and Randomness is a two edged sword....
By James Kirk-Wiggins (c) January 2020, All rights reserved
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 4:33 PM UTC
My thoughts of her have spilled out of my mind and onto my tounge
creating sentences I never should speak
My desire for her has built into an aggression for the world around
Now I drop more insults than solders do bombs
I cause more emotional deviation than a third world typhoon
Wounding others in ways they have tried to replicate
Becoming the ultimate form of self harm
I have withdrawals from her skin
In which my body twitches palms sweat and
my mind is consumed in a mirage of her touch
But I cannot be detoxed from her like a common alcoholic
Even though I have purged every emotion out of my body
Like the calories I feared would store over my bones
I cannot rid myself of this burning craving of affection
That only she can give me
For she has filled the void left by the generations
of sanitarium prisoners my lineage was cursed with
My fragile balance of living thins the longer she is away
But I am no acrobat and I don't know how much longer
I can tiptoe across this tightrope of stability
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Tell me it's the air you breathe,
That's got me hooked like this,
Tell me I've stopped my lungs,
And detoxed from the air I missed.
Now life keeps coming my way,
Another night, another ******* day.
Long drives and headlights,
Just for a fix,
Baby tell me it's just the ******* air I miss.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 12:02 PM UTC
i really did love you
thats why i let you into that
dark wet spot inside of my chest
and thats why i let you
choke my veins and arteries
until the lack of oxygen
left nothing but a dizzying
imprint of your face
burned into my brain
should you ask me now
(not that you would ask,
pride was always your
gravest sin)
i would tell you that you
were like a drug to me
and like most drugs
the crash was a nightmare
i have detoxed every part of me
that you poisoned
and the imprint you left on me
is nothing more than a scar now
an ugly reminder of the final
bullet you put through my skull
should you ask me now
it would surprise even me
just how much we
never happened
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Done burned spit ends deep in my mind ,
I did it all for you,
I can't believe any word you say even if its true,
Can't sacrifice for love , what ever is above
will forgive me,
Just know if it goes down, every ex that ever hated are memories,
It might be you..
I can't love you , I can't love you, its like
being tortured way down in hell,
And oh my ******* gawd! Your lies will
throw me in jail,
I bring peace and love in this hated world , I hope
You could see,
Just know if it goes down, every ex that ever hated are memories,
It might be you,
You hate me , I can't love no more,
When we started you said you were for sure,
Go tell lies to your friends some more,
Can't love no more, can't love no more,
When we started you said you were for sure,
Go tell lies to your friends some more.
⏺
Sip sip,
The trees don't look as good as they used to,
They used to,
The sparkling bliss that is your eyes , when they arrive ,
Its like a dream just pulling me in,
breathing life into my lungs like no other herb,
I will leave my feelings at the door with one word,
And thats clear, and then if this clear enough,
Make your bed and lay in it when you see that could give two *****
Good riddens,
Relaxation got me feeling high like off the ground to other realms,
I feel like , my body is being detoxed as well speak like,
So wavy I feel like going to sleep like,
It had me right.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
You are an orchestra
I am the instruments
And our love is a symphony
It’s so loud and so overwhelming
The strings of my heart are weak
But ever so piercing, because your touch is rosin
Your skin meeting mine tunes my body
And your hand on the bow of my violin
My hands on the keys of your piano
Is tranquility
And my voice from another planet
Not cutting through, but uniting with yours
Creates the most beautiful harmony
A harmony that pushed new air into my lungs
Detoxed my veins
And brings my heart back
Back to key
Back to life
Back to our symphony.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC