"earless" poems
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,
Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We
Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.
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A drugstore pallid in waning light, always illuminated in halogen halos.
I am earless with music.
Black metal loud in clanging sets and blows-
foreshadowing the smell of cleaning solution,
air freshener and the outside
sweet at my back
all steeped deep in the rip roaring undertone torrent of cigarette smoke
blended with cheap perfume until I cannot tell the difference.
There is a limp familiarity to the underlying odor
born partially of personal encounter and-
nestled in the hive mind of social experience.
A distillation of regret and remorse,
of lonely,
of irrelevance;
this black hole swallows my voice the way of my ears,
eaten by rust.
Four cans of beans,
kidneys,
in cans squeezed without any power against sagging swells
melting into other curves
and I swerve close and around guiltily,
noting you only as the source of this pungent spring.
You are smiling apologies
ignorant of my apparent inhumanity-
blind to my selfish hands..
Pinioning belly flesh,
flattening,
reaching
and gaining attendance from a better man
retrieving every dropped can.
I’m retreating,
shaken,
tense to alternatively slacken.
My sweat slippery palms with whitened red sharp fingers feel foreign
and I am surrounded by razors then shaving cream,
moving from shampoo to conditioner,
the whole store is infected with smell.
Staring at nail clippers/snipers clipping touch smooth sooth my tense mind-
don’t look
**don’t
look**
I can sense little else but dread
drawing closer
you are now crouched so close I’m gagging,
taken forcefully-swept away in an olfactory flood
roiling in rot,
currents of solitude exude from your smiling sullen appearance when I turn to you
fumbling
with my electric ears,
surfacing
in a breath of Amish silence
broken with simple request
and I want to scream at you that I am not a man to ask opinions of
that it does not matter what fake nails she glues to her body
that she is excluded and I don’t know why.
I choose swirls of cream suspended within watery milk,
over childish lady bugs framed by yellow
or dots of red alternating to black,
an epitaph to a lifelike effigy.
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 1:42 AM UTC
A fear of crazy turned
Psychotic
****** Rotting Cakes
Dribbled sugared wax
And the birds spat out
Their alphabet
Out
Pouting expletives
At an earless void
Too Sweet
Incomplete
A single (W)hole
Freezer left to boil
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Lamentation; infelicity through neurotransmitters
Passing fleetly; swift but disturbed
Grids of brainwaves for the degraded
Overhead LED view is negroided
Chapter 1 Migraines;
A klaxon that grains into migraine
From there on out, strolling convulsion lane
Deriving from deception; antibodies start to lead loosely
Throe after throe I choose not to fuss
Laceration in hemikrania is conversing with the rest of my body,
Frequent as days turn nightly
I host the severe megrimly
Chapter 2 Vomiting;
A horendous bile builds up in my throat
Moaning like a ghoul; I banish the gloats
Disgorging from nothing, Heaving and heaving the dry
Although I force myself not, all the nosh turns into emit rye
Vital fluid very crimson soon came
From the cranium, I dislose, head pain
Frequent as the waves harsh blows
I host a ***** hose
Chapter 3 Tumor;
A neoplasm underneath I've found out
Unvisible but there; my flesh will start swelling undoubt
Below I feel like a mutant
All putant and disformed
Like globular liquids dripping from sewage waste
As long as I can still haste
Crescendo and surge won't ado
Frequent as traffic builds a rush hour
I host a cyst that is sour
Chapter 4 Deaf;
An absense of all frequencies
I daze everso daily;
Feeling like an earless statue; sound unaccompanied
Missing the wind's howls that ululate,
Clamors and bellows that spoliate
I can't sight the same verbiage
Without sonancy to inflicit, I see one big mirage
Frequent as birth enfolds
I host a soundless toll
Chapter 5 Brain Cancer;
A malignant fate told today
Disease spreading like a machine,
Programmed to enquire all it knows
A gruesome and hateful dose;
Withering casually away
Grown apart of, I'm the prey
As we hunt the beasts'
An invisible naked eye is poaching
Frequent as a house infested
I host a cancerous clothing
Chapter 6 Death;
A termination soon to unfold
I am as finished and ruined as story told
Biological function ending
Senescence through spending
User maat I haven't seen all wanted
Alas I am greatful for what has been daunted
Frequent as a death anew
I host a dissolution
My evolution; through.
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 7:09 AM UTC
the candy cane sign
is gray with frost
its spiraled dance
stopped years before
the old man died
he, the emperor of hair,
meant to get it repaired
like all good intentions
and the clipped hair
that got swept away
day by day,
hour by hour,
minute by
m o m e n t o u s
m o n o t o n o u s
minute
the cutting,
the sweeping
punctuated by
the clang of the register
the hardy laugh at a racial joke
the passing of a borrowed smoke
and the buzzing silences
in between
when I would watch and wonder
what spell he was under
in his royal white regalia
chopping and chatting away
(at eyeless and earless heads I thought)
until I would sit in his chair
and escape the gulag of my life
with his ponderous questions
about
feather light skies
heavyweight jabbing
the “old lady gabbing”
the engine
in my “shrimp nip” car
and how very far
I would go
when I rose from his
leather and chrome throne
and once again be on my own
with hair a bit shorter
and life a bit neater
for a minuscule dot in time
I would not even remember
when I thought of his implacable place
in the cold past
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
I ate a gnat
then spat
sat
down
digesting that
what
had happened
when
a fly flew
up
my
***
and tickled
so
I farted
blew him
to
three
or four parts.
Then,
thinking
all was
done,
a Beagle
came and bit my
ankle.
I snatched him
earless.
Then to my dismay an
Eagle came and said,
"god ****** we are just hungry"
He snatched my thumb and flew away
into the frigid night
with my digit.
I now sit here,
twaddlin'
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
I ate a gnat
then spat
sat
down
digesting that
what
had happened
when
a fly flew
up
my
***
and tickled
so
I farted
blew him
to
three
or four parts.
Then,
thinking
all was
done,
a Beagle
came and bit my
ankle.
I snatched him
earless.
Then, to my dismay, an
Eagle came and said,
"god ****** we are just hungry"
He snatched my thumb and flew away
into the frigid night
with my digit.
I now sit here,
twaddlin'
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
pull the trigger many times
leave the unsuspecting wall behind you
a scalded scarlet tapestry
a Picasso of every raging memory
etched on your festering finite folds
splatter your secrets through the earless, eyeless air
it will not care, but you must pull the trigger
over and over, for every silent sin
must be expiated, and one shot is never enough
all that is written must be erased
no speck of you may be seen,
no letters may form your name
the world of faceless readers must forget
you were ever there, lest your death
will have been in vain
there is nothing final in the stopping of a heart
pull the trigger again and again
leave no trace but art's dripping masterpiece
in red
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
A tempest strung like so many small sick men, would never hold water,
were the eyes of ants to open,
and the mouths of the dead to speak.
Yet find, I dare you!
one person bigger then a mote,
and I will show you more ants
then can be counted.
It is not for lack of men and women with a tree amongst the bones of the chest that keep birds from singing;
but the greater number of def lambs and earless worms.
A word can be spoken in a white castle,
set on a mountain made of sand,
through a billion
empty
windows
and they call it truth.
And yet,
at the bottom of the largest ocean man has made,
these words ring truer,
yet more silent,
then where all men must go.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
L oveless
I nfectious
F earless
E mpty
-
I solated
S uffering
-
N otorious
O ver-rated
T erminal
-
W oeful
O dible
R uthless
T ime-consuming
H ateful
-
L onely
I ntoxicating
V icious
I illaqueates
N narquois
G leek
--
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
It was revealed to me that dreams do come true
Since then I would feel them with open eyes
I always worked to be the finest and unbeatable
Every time I struck goal the world would echo my name
Folks and friends always proud to cheer from the crowd
Badges and trophies were the souvenirs of my crib
I shone the brightest in my tiny galaxy
I could view my fearless luck walk towards me
All I had to do was jump up high to touch the sky
Without second thought I ran to grab it all
Unable to sight the hurdle on the path I fell hard
Clustered the scrap of me stood strong and promised not to dream again
In seconds my cosmos turned dim and earless
When I capitulated everything a pal held my hand
Re-routed me to my course sung lullaby for me to dream again
Mentored to take tiny step one after another crawled and walked along
Have to shape my dreams into existence because one day my broken dreams won't be broken anymore
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
I started from the bottom,
isolated in an endless pit of darkness.
The barriers i faced within myself,
caged my desperate soul
in a collection of fearful,
baseless insecurities.
turnover
I danced the bandages loose from its tight binds around me.
It's not that i'm no longer afraid.
It's that i wasn't afraid to be scared anymore.
I learnt to ignite a spark
into a fire -
bursting in a confetti of passion,
my body is use
to express.
i will no longer have this toxic suppressed.
fear?
fearless.
( FAH )
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
apart from the city, steven is sleeping
his fur is made of sunlight
steven's retinals, archives of memories, are glowing
beneath is a lake that reflects the shining
steven's relaxed glimpse swims on the surface
earlier, his pack was murdered
above his head, an orbital cloud is floating
ghosts of the dead ones
urge to communicate
across the lake, a maze of wishes
drifts through the water
empty faces, eyeless and earless
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
Reeds tickle
from the edges of stems
- moving fingertips
which you hear
from my chapped lips
- commitment.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
Tumbling through the rabbit hole
down sets of spiral stairs
You try to keep your candle lit
But darkness never scares
There are walls in place to separate
craft of your own hand;
Bricks of thoughts so heavy
Even dreams don't stand a chance
Poison heavy poison
works these walls from outside in
You slam doors that can't be opened
pinch your skin to wake again
You are trapped
Tick tick
Hunched in half
Tick tick
Lungs collapsed
Tick tick
Now the queen of your being
Cuts off her own head
The wrong Alice
Wrong alice
Wrong Alice
she said
Let me go
you beg the earless cease
Shrink and grow
Seek silence
{ }
SLAY THE BEAST
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
as happens, some days, many times,
one thought stops.
Pops, you might think, but
stops, silent. Stop.
Nada mas, allowing critical discernment,
discovering the use of the verb, believe
projecting from letters spelling chants
in single breathed tones exhaled,
in Mongolian we all feel we understand.
Anotia means no ears, in Greek, I think,
persistant notion
conscience, earless urgings, mused
ambient conditions considering,
maybe amuse means being used to be
what
I
am
in mind
being integrally
essentially a thought
in words ex nihilo
in current context, from no good reason
written, never spoken, spelled and cast,
by accident
here… sure the thought terminated…
then you thought it kept on…
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC
a woman
of God
I try
to be
but sin
is in
the air
as much
as salt
ia in
sea
my lust
licks
the heart
of my
lips
there are
body parts
I am blind
of
the shame
of being
thirty five
and never
know the
touch of
a man
drawing
a map
of the
world
on my back
with his finger
in my sweat
the arch
of it
when his hand
casually marks
Africa
A woman of God,
I am not
But a woman,
a tender lover
my head folding
into his neck
as if the angles
had been calculated
exactly, beforehand
I am earless
in the face
of the battlefield
that every woman
crosses, every day
I am clever
a devourer of booka,
article, savagely attacking
tainted tabloid trash
I am a Godless woman,
but a thousand times more
a woman than God could make me
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
You are faceless
to my sight,
earless to my
listening and
breathless
to my breath but
I am feeling you
in me
🥀🥀🥀
I really love you
whatever type
color you are
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 2:16 AM UTC