"discontinuation" poems
I cotton on
to the word
wordless
wanting
to respond
to the murmur
my mother swears
a certain crow
has carried
to a still
standing
cross
(the crow itself
not unreal
but akin
to the bygone
bicep
of our
jesus)
-
*I cannot share
the dream
I have
but can
its populace*
-
mom, when I meet god
for the first time
I will recognize
god.
mom, sickness has only one lover. how sad.
here are my slack
but bed-hopping
hands.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
For William and Meredith
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Perhaps to build her,
you had to break yourself
amongst the glass of that summer day.
Leave her waiting for your hair to peek
around a weathered edge
toward a forgotten living room corner
You are still her Patron Saint.
A long shadow cast across a small ghost.
She still screams at the sky to stop raining
beats her fists down the path
to the house of death
unceasing, and changeless.
Prodding a dull,
familiar
wound.
One that leaves its mark,
with pain felt more
from memory
than from anything else.
Withdrawal and rebound symptoms commonly occur and
necessitate a gradual reduction
to minimize the effects of discontinuation.
Not all withdrawal effects are evidence
of true dependence or withdrawal.
Recurrence may suggest no more
than the drug having the expected effect
and that,
in the absence of the drug,
the symptom has returned to pretreatment levels.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
Fibre optic cables,
clipped conversations,
partial strangers,
networked communications,
keyboard ambiance,
anxious remonstrations,
system failures,
nicotine meditations
smudging frames,
hierarchical mediation,
computerised bleeps,
opaque mechanisations,
brightening windows,
verbose inflections,
silks ties,
limited reverberations,
exaggerated flirtation,
bowel eliminations,
pointless days,
power imitations,
numeric values.
insurmountable situations,
digital bleeds
eventual discontinuation
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
I heard someone whisper "he's such an arrogant ***** as I entered.
Those crooked sons of ******* don't have any idea,
I'm the kind you hardly ever come across except in winters,
when all the street rats are begging for heat.
I command attention at the head of the table,
I am the head of the table,
and sever the head to **** the municipal body.
The wigs and robes and gavels I accessorize command it too.
When I sign things I do it haughtily,
I carefully etch each and every ********* letter onto writs of demand.
I stand!
A hush lingers,
I catch the eyes of Walter Weiss, he lies with every breath
and did you know he is unfaithful to his wife? I heard.
the shudders are shut, my druthers. Oh, Walter!
notarize my forms of annexation, please.
and take down this:
To whom it may concern:
You have 7 days to remove yourself from the premises
as you are aware of the edict that preexists
and preempts your residence
and your squalor misrepresents
your laziness.
Signed: The holding powers, in eminence.
Oh Walter Weiss, address it to yourself!
I pride myself on tact.
And package with the writ this evidence form
sent to my office following a secret examination
conducted by the Department of Residential Safety and Heath.
Do not bother me with demoralizations, Walter!
Due to discourse with the Act of Discontinuation,
(which of course is subject to broad generalizations)
the lien sector of the Savings and Loan Association
have concluded you are found in violation of, through reasoning by generalization,
failing to pay duties on your mortgage issued by the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation.
Oh, Walter, how distressing!
Don't falter, acquiescing
is always the way.
Just never, ever forget to pay.
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 4:43 PM UTC
In the drawer beside my bed
there lies a graveyard
where scribbles cut to ribbons
rot in literary purgatory.
Discontinued timelines
suspended in the could-have-been,
you know, that awkward space between the realms of possibilities?
Civilisations falling into disrepair,
starved of vision,
endless streams of thought tricking into discontinuation.
It's all in the drawer beside my bed,
beside my head,
that knitted them together
and in the same breath, tore them apart.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
The electricity of your smile covered
In Golden seeds,
I'll be sure that everything will be alright,
Wind blowing in grass fields,
5 dollar pizza deals,
We sure had a great night,
But if i sacrifice my heart in your ritual
Of being true to me,
It will be groovy , it'd be out of sight,
Drive me crazy , my skin I'll peel,
Its your heart I wanna steal,
This drawing of you looks pretty right?!!
For all of my soul prospers,
Trying to avoid the coppers,
Wars, dying , people screaming,
In the smoke with all the choppers,
You were right there waiting for me to save you,
The discontinuation will not ever prosper,
All of our memories are out today,
Blasting in the face creativity,
Pretty shallow but I'd say it's actually quite,
The sunset shining in the grass fields,
In my bed , I always liked the way you feel,
Will I go to bed again? I might,
Beautiful blessings in the ways we move
And creep,
For the cause , wouldn't put up a fight,
Kissing your lips , we love to seal,
The padlocks that are made of fine steel,
As long as I see you in sight,
love is old
love is new
love is old
me and you
We're gonna live a happy life,
And If I have to be a heart-strucked immigrant,
I swear I'll put it right.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
decided why waiting, my name, my curse, my retrocognition,
last week, was sore-spent, from abusing discontinuation, retribution,
lovers who took more, too much, left contentedly, not looking back
over their shoulder, at the wasted wake left behind, nothing to them
just was their “been here, now, just a hereafter” remainder reminder
can’t believe I’m writing, in these blues lyrics electrified,
my ribs, plucked like guitar strings for “pic”ing demand wailing,
my own hereafter starts now, past days eradicated, freshened up,
these aren’t the days of reminiscing, these are the days of no más!
of my hereafter, now I understand, did not know how, clarity arrived
but now will love only in equality, no worshiping, no portraits
to be admired hanging on hallway walls, got rollers and pan,
repainting walls crazy whites, starting again, coming out today,
the hiding separated, put in trash bags on the street, for takeaway
in crazy notions, commencing my hereafter, is inviting you,
join me, improve my cadence, my rhymes, finish my sentences,
with periods of laughter, commas of words of perfect additions,
waiting no more, from here after and ever more so, my name
hereafter, is now my retrofitted futures, no longer waiting...
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
I sometimes wish that I had not been blessed with the gift of having a big heart
I sometimes wish that I was not so eager to give that heart away
I sometimes wish I was smart enough to see past all the nonsense
For if I had not been blessed with a big heart, then it would never have been broken
For if I was not so eager or so blind, I would not have been so easily deceived
No one is whom they claim to be and no one says what is truly on their minds
Everyone is guilty of being a liar
Everyone is a fool
But I have been the greatest fool of all
I have leapt without looking
Hence, I have crumbled and been destroyed by my naivety
Where do you go once you’ve reached the bottom of an endless hole?
Is it possible to be revived once you’ve tasted death’s bitter kiss?
Or will I forever be imprisoned by the constant pain of discontinuation?
I have been abandoned by that heart
Now I am forced to see the truth of life
And forced to endure the pain of living alone
For you have shattered my heart and hidden all the pieces
Who am I without that heart …Who am I without you?
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
I can see the blank wall between our hearts,
the wall that was once filled with writings of our love,
reflections of our hearts,
the stories that made us reminisce and laugh about,
the memories,
hours spent,
the love,
the intense ***
all of these have become a blank wall,
living our lives in separate worlds,
the world that we once fought together on our own,
has simply become a blank wall.
to afraid to face the truth of our dispersing hearts,
we continue to walk,
our own paths,
the blank wall between our hearts still continues to grow
an indication,
of our discontinuation,
to face the blank wall.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC