"extinguishers" poems
Skyscrapers and mango trees wearing boxer briefs.
The tantalizing wind blows caressing paperclips and mortuary signs—
turning them indigo red for we all know that dead bodies are nothing but dead.
Hymns of love and soliloquies of the unconscious ego—
Id of our time but men of the past be our hero.
Leaving to wonder, if king Nebuchadnezzar was a crack-feign
would Coca Cola still educate penguins on the importance of Lesbian Existence?
For in this war of life, cockroaches are the real winners,
and the taste of excellence is only reserved for fire extinguishers —
so if nuclear clouds persist,
let the fire burn with love and you lay on the bed of oblivion
cuddling the moral that capitalism leads to schizophrenia.
So insure your sanity for free 99, this, with warm regards from yours truly,
Rhizome of Golgotha.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 8:19 PM UTC
We'll start the fire
in morning streets
with a flick-clip
on a matchbox
and light a trail
we made to steps
headed for a bed,
this time with no
extinguishers or
hanging fire exits.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
~
*I work in the clouds
Building a world out of hype
I could be a beekeeper
A prison guard
Reverse pop idol
Extinguishers, all
Hackers ferry contemporaries
Around the diseased city
Merchants of transference
Polymorphing
Paths and angles
Pieces of eight
They could be brutal war fantasies
White noise translations of the snow
Cathedral nights in the deli
Ghost recordings from an opera house
Each with its own price tag
All the pretty girls
Thick with mascara
Go to plasticity
Drink chloroform
100 aspects of subterranea
So long as they come home
With a credit problem
Money devotion
It's what transferred us
Into numbered silhouettes
Slavishly pouring our blood into the sea*
~
Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 5:12 PM UTC
I've always been wary--
and celebrated my potential
Betrayal
and
Certain
death(.) (oh)
At The Juice Joint.
All wet. (incorrrr
--ect.)
Applesauce. (non
sense.)
All dolled up. Showed off my
Gams
And Big Jazz
(eyes).
Wanted to get spifflicated with some
Dolls
and
Jellybeans.
...my fella.
?
Didn't have enough clams.
Any of us.
We
're the new
Lost
...generation.
I thought I'd keep the bank open,
but
interest wasn't given
Cash or Check:
didn't really matter.
Might've been
the
cat
's
meeeeeow.
And
how.
Ahhhhh...
we all had our glad rags on.
the Daddies hit on all sixes.
Let's get ZOZZLED on some
jag juice,
dewdropper.
Deeeeeewdropper. ~errrrrrrrr.....
Though giggle juice is more apt
...for me.
Leave the Mrs. Grundys at home...no fire extinguishers allowed.
How ironic.
You were the extinguisher.
Bring Your Own Knife
, we said.
It's a Stabbing Party
, we said.
I didn't want to handcuff you. Didn't want to exchange manacles.
("No, I'm no one's Wife, but OHHHHH, I love my Life.")
I percolate.
I percolate.
I percolate.
I'm not your quiff.
...not your sheba...or a vamp.
Just admire my
chassis
if you will.
they
all
do
The engine'll purr
for you,
~~if you turn the keys just so
Everything was
Copacetic.
Copacetic...
For a time.
(get'hotget'hot!)
Caesar's here.
Hussssshhhhhhhh...
...speak
~~eeeeeaaaaassssyyyyy.
And then I realized.
I'm tired of being Caesar
( . )
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
thin. paper thin.
here is a bonus. (or is it bogus?)
the order of release.
the order of dead pages gliding in the wind.
advertisements for adopting a lonely asteroid or building fire extinguishers in your spare time.
the rain of acceptance comes with dark clouds of shipping and handling.
just check the appropriate box and send it in. send it in now!
Aug 7, 2023
Aug 7, 2023 at 12:36 PM UTC
Giants walking, china white in a living room, lions eating, different socks and a witch on a broom. Three suns, endless seas, honey rivers crossing chicken roads. All in stories from paradise. Man made and an insult to god. All powerful in all ways, praise be The Lord. Locked in chains, ***** every day. Cries all the time, she’s 40 years old. Pirates found a younger one and ****** her more. Jealous old lady, killed the young broad. Fire extinguishers, bunnies and carrots. The most ridiculous poem in the world. A boxer to knock the dumb ones who don’t understand. Two brothers, one woman in love with both. If you’re that guy, give her up.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
closure feels more like i can go on without you, i’m glad i met you, however an emptiness drenched in self-regret will always remain
distract yourself with fluorescent lights while learning about western religions
maybe i can become cynical and forget your name
i’ll think about Moses and stare at fire extinguishers until i am reborn,
sane
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
I get my fire-tongue from my mother.
I’m proud of the power I can hold
When I spit out flames in spite.
But sometimes I cannot tame it.
The fire starts to roar
And sparks fly as I try to hold
the flames back in-between my teeth.
I’d sew my lips together with steel thread
But the fire would melt it away carelessly.
I burn my skin and take extinguishers to my tongue
Just to keep the flames back.
I wish this power came with nobs
That could adjust the flames from high to low;
But I’ll have to tame my spit-fire the hard way.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
Climbing up trees because fences are barbed.
Smoking on rooftops.
Took the lightning rod as a souvenir.
Paint markers and spray cans.
Don't worry man,
this place has been abandoned for years.
Throwing all the chairs into the pool.
Teepeeing the neighbors.
Chasing each other with fire extinguishers -
we couldn't put out the flames.
Accidental arson on Carson street.
It took that guy weeks to paint over our names.
They're offering a reward in the newspaper.
How many people have you told?
Shooting out the lights in cul-de-sacs.
The dark makes criminals feel welcome.
We never once got coal for Christmas,
but after a certain age,
vandalism just feels ridiculous.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
Mixed races in different shapes
Fine artists, experts in their own topics
But never really united.
Debates about who's right
Contestants set on a podium
And winners put on a pedestal.
No hard feelings, they said
It's just fun and games
Comedy corner indeed.
Who's the owner of this circus
Who set a killer clown on the loose?
People made to juggle between life and death
Like a roaring tiger that has lost its freedom
But fangs are showing as a sign of warning.
We're jumping through the flames, getting burnt
Our extinguishers already out of foam.
Such a colorful performance, actors being humans
Even animals are watching how we're marching to our doom
That's what i call a real zoo.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC