"erector" poems
On our knees, working the naked Ken
to mount the clueless Barbie, making
them moan, screaming, "O! O! O! O!"
Dumb toothsome puppets, self-satisfied,
bubble gum Corvette, her small *** huge knockers,
and nothing proven or dared, solving
bodies unlike those we pushed so hard against —
me and my Easy Bake, you and your erector set.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
i got this picture in my head ,
a dark labyrinth blue,
faces in the crowd,
but wait, then it's just you,
i see my silver erector set,
i can build you buildings when it's bright,
i see the leaves falling down, it's autumn out tonight...
i can see the sandy beaches,
and the line i drew in the sand,
though that was many years ago,
you still tell me to take your hand,
i see it all a little clearer tonight, than i did before,
but i was a ****** back then,
and i always wanted you more,
as the painting of the picture gets clearer in my mind,
i try to refocus on little things i left behind,
like the time way back in my mind,
when I thought the world was cool,
seventeen and full of everything but you,
I think I can smell your perfume now, are you walking in the door,
mom I really miss you now, much more than I have before,
little things like just talking to you,
you busting me when I was ******
how you always told me I was going to be something great,
now you've left me on my own....
I wish you were here to push me **** it,
I'm all dried up inside,
no motivation to do anything except maybe write.....
I feel I have to leave this place where the autumns chill my heart,
leave the memories of you and make a new head start,
build a fictional past with my new beginnings,
and forget all that I've gone through,
but there's not a chance,
not even a maybe,
that I'm going to forget you.
I miss you momma.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 9:57 PM UTC
rattling prattlers straddling the erector set
injecting discontent in unarmed encampments
antagonizingly protagonisic double fister
resists the insistent reminiscers lists
of misplaced catfish….
switching grisly wrists braces
the faceless rapists playlists
include only pop hits from 1996….
You finish this --
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
There once was a season
for each vintage treasure
spread out on the flea market tables -
items once useful and perhaps a mite cherished.
each with a story to tell.
An Erector set unwrapped in a flurry
on the floor by the Christmas tree -
a bridal quilt for a favored niece
and a hutch from the castle of their dreams.
A clarinet with tarnished keys
rests in a velvet case
whose weekly treks to the music studio
ceased how many decades ago?
A row of antique watches that
used to mark the fleeting hours of
anonymous men and women
sits neatly arranged in a glass top case.
Time advances without mercy
for all that we've left behind
and the flea market speaks eulogies
for our fallen artifacts:
too dated to keep - too dear for the dumpster.
All are for sale now -
(everything is negotiable).
I stroll slowly from aisle to aisle
where shades of my childhood
awaken to merge with the present:
The new Schwinn bicycle
I rode that bright Christmas morning
when the church bells rang
throughout the falling snow.
and there's our wind up victrola
that spun out Sinatra tunes
from the laced covered table in the parlor.
Any of this can be yours for a price
(everything is negotiable)
except for the turning of the wheel.
July, 2015
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
I tend
Like ambling child
To erector construction
Jamming thought in quip
Undoing linguistically threaded intersection
Hopefully without catch
I cogitate
I need supervision
Or I might gobble up the apparatus
Choking on a plastic word
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
There was once a man who lived only on a moment-to-moment basis
That man was named I
And he brought the wind of a thousand starry butterflies
To the ears of ***** and things that never heard of such words
His life was broken down to be consumed by troglodytes of stone
And everything was left the way it was
Because in the brief glimpse of unattainable wonder and profound and intense clarity
He and all the others knew that it was but a fleeting glimpse
And that language and experience had permanently marred the white glimmering crystal of pure lucidity
Nothing was as it could be ever again and choices were made like computers programmed to make them
As a great cataclysmic storm of righteous godly entropy funneled itself
Through a sieve of perception
Granting all the trembling palmers the strength to carry the burden
Weighted in the sarcophagus of matter and form
Eudiamonia left forgotten on the slopes’ broken ladders to ecstasy
in union with god in harmony, onward christian soldiers
For all was contained within the realm of everything that was before
And even the forgotten was not forgotten by the whole
As the egg grew larger and smooth to the touch
The ******* son of Pan and Athena threatened forever to crack the brilliant shine of that crystal egg
And then something else happened in the middle that I forgot about until just now
Because I was left unfinished as the sculpture of flawed marble
On the workshop floor of Michelangelo
Words! yes language is the mind
A construction mathematical and taken for granted
The one great masterpiece bequeathed by Nature
Was the squishy erector set built in perfect logical syntax
Only to be rediscovered by its own unknowing creator
The Sublime is but profound confusion
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
BLOOD,SWEAT & BEERS
New dawn new day cup of joe to begin the day,starting in line helping to create more urban decay
Waiting out winters feeding the flock, spring warmth brings bringing ceaseless hours for that new crop
Daily mail brings new news while men in a truck pick up the muck,while another prepares to make repairs while caught up in the drudgery
Clerks & cashiers line up with peers at home behind desks or registers ,more & more simply wanting to beat that clock
Many in uniform protecting the rest from the next storm ,defending all of us & themselves stubbornly
Famous factories forged many generations in fire ,painting a lifestyle for many to admire,building a nations foundation in solid rock
Times change ,full circle to a broad range ,equal rights brings new light ,hoping to help move many upwardly
Wheels of rubber or of steel always moving ready to help seal a deal ,someone at the helm across the nation or around the block
Many more labor with lumber like ants on erector sets,from floors to steeple ,finalizing with grass & shrubbery
Miles of coastline mean fisherman don't flounder,line or net they get what they get anything to feed the ever growing flock
Others eager to learn for new knowledge they do yearn ,teachers take on the task to guide the classrooms fortunately
So paid in sweat equity or in blood for the brood, many gather at the end of the day
but never forget to tip the barmaid or tender at your local brewery. R.C.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC
alternately titled: breast ****** fallacy hi-jinxed!
In her “60 Minutes” interview aired
Sunday (March 26th, 2018),
the **** star known within red district
as Stormy Daniels bared
her "naked lady" version
swearing oath of honesty,
she emphatically **** cleared
on a stack of video nasties,
and ****** 'zines
now she can live rest of life
guilt free offloading
hush money endeared
a posteriori into infinitely
jesting bordello loop
with calmly enchanting bug eyed,
drooling media hounds,
whose nostrils flared
squelching the trumpeting Don,
who maliciously glared
for traitorously breaching
“genital man's agreement”),
playing the (sock it to him role
of goody two shoes)
christened Stephanie Clifford)
shaggy long haired
pseudo Mayflower madam averred
to right justice in sought after
****** free nation,
where the turkey
ought tubby national bird
mandating free codicil
to second amendment as of furred
thus, that *** hide from right to bear arms
premature sea r man ***********
of Peter ought to be heard
where sudden sound
sans ***** seams burst
**** strapped unseen bulging Johnson's
onslaught hail of expletives cursed
out the mouth of salty sailor spewing Prez,
hook halled for a recess first
and foremost before
questioning resumed
automatically immersed
within ****** tabloid pulp pit
***** sing Bacchanalian refused to quit
particularly when groin
set zipper (flimsy – obviously,
NOT put thru linkedin
locked down rigorous paces
realized, when pry vet eylit
of trouser snake split)
yielding singular (nada so sterling)
gamut gallimaufry variegated erector set
with singular bulbous
ram rod rocket like trivet.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
Birthing nectar
Spinal erector
Tripping into solstice
I'm surviving to the
Equinox.
Oh slashing stalks
Oh chloraphil
Seeping from the wounds
Like sappy milk
Or milky sap
I wanted you
I wanted you to melt with me.
I wanted to extinct.
If I become you and you become me
Then who we used to be
It will become extinct.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC