"floater" poems
The best mistake I ever made
Was opening that tattered black book
There I sat in a pub
On a mission to forget the world
6 or 7 drinks in
and a bartender all to happy
To pour what ever the roulette produced
thumb, thumb, flip
flip flip
Stop
Category is shots
To the new friend next to me
"why yes, I am to get **** faced"
"oh, you came here for just an occasion"
"well dear sir if you are brave enough next ones on me"
"Hot **** he exclaimed
As I close my eyes and say a silent prayer
I slowly count 4 pages
and place my finger on the page
I call Gwendolyn over and request
With eyes closed the item of my demise
***
She cried
"I love ya but I won't do that to you"
I slurily open my eyes and focus
MEXICAN BLACK JACK
1 part tequila
2 parts whiskey
151 floater
"Double Shot"
I think out loud
whats a lil' ta'kill-ya?
vhiskey? bah.
151 it's just a floater ppppssssshhhhhhh
After a few minutes of convincing
With many a hoot and holler
From my new friends
She takes my keys and reluctantly agrees
Even kindly offers me a chaser and some limes
I will not forsake the liquor gods
Ever get a whiff of turpentine and diesel?
Well that could be gardenias compared to this.
I sit in silence sniffing it
eyes closed lapping at it with my nostrils
I look over at my new buddy
"well chuckles it's now or never ready for this lil' endeavor?"
"Well **** he muttered "I'm a man of my word"
"to life" I exclaimed
head back as that little bit of ******
started it's course
over my tongue into the throat
(why are my sinus' burning?)
don't breath boy
(you know better)
don't
you
eyes pop
and just on cue
flame ever rendering flames
I'm not blind
I'm not blind
I'm not blind
ok I was just squinting
really hard
I look over and my new friend
is now drinking my free chaser.
my game my pain...
Hey Sven leh's go again...
It's a good thing she loves me
I complain to no one
if she hated me I don't think I'd drink here.
2
hours and
4
shots later
I needed a nap good thing the loo was warm
I salute you Sir BlackJack and when I call your name
It's never in vain
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 11:56 PM UTC
A summers day ...we're floating and bloating ..you and i
we're bloating and a floating and waving as we cry ...
we're crying as we're floating and a cloud is passing by
I ask it "are you gloating ? " at my bloating friend and i ?
"Dear sir" replied the cloud that was a floating up on high
I see so many bloaters and so many as they try..
to understand the nature of a floater floating by ?
Is such a wonderous thing and now.. i bid you sir "goodbye" !
A moonlit night we're floating and bloating you and i
We pass the moon the stars all swoon.."good evening" as we cry..
And as we float the endless sky..and never knowing why ?
we're floating and a bloating ...floating you and i
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
Every night is another session of inception
My mind distorts and alters my perception
What-if scenarios now a trained intercession
Is it me? Is it my views or my skin complexion?
Took a long time to reply, that's fine
It's all good, it's all good Mrs. Fine wine
Girl, I'm back for a few more rounds
No complications; this a "stress free" sound
Everything rides the windy coasters
While I try to cross life into a beautiful floater
I've thought about my golden childhood
"Why can't the world be like your childhood?"
No pain, no drama, no confrontations
Such a chilling sensation down my spine
Now all people wanna do is smoke and drink
I didn't think illusions would make us sink
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
I'm a space man
Doing space man ****
I'm a space man
With a space man ship
I'm in a space ship
Doing space ship ****
I'm in a space ship
With a space suit, *****
I'm a space walkin
Space talkin
Space casin space man, *****
And I'm just a cadet
A space cadet
With space man jets
Doing space cadet ****
A space racin space man
Doing space man ****
I'm THE
Mother ******
Spaceman, *****
Takin a spaceman ****
L
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
I leaned on the rail, stared through
my mental zoom and wondered.
Were ther footprints in the sand
of that island to the windward?
No sign of man. Startled cliff caves
gaped at us, seagulls dived at us,
while whales schooled us and led us away.
We passed by and the North Channel sighed.
Now it's just a floater in my eye,
a landscape's distant daub of grey-green,
a mystery mote that still returns,
but I pass by praising Gaia.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 6:37 AM UTC
It feels like i'm floating on thin air,
spinning,
drifting.
Wonder if i'm really here.
Shattered glass
makes stars that line the sky,
in every way,
and I don't even question why.
I'm a floater.
Floating on by.
I'm a drifter,
and I don't know why.
But I'm staring up
at this black glass sky,
that will welcome me at times.
Telling me it never really changes,
night is always night.
Cold yet warm,
and I don't know why.
Why I stare at this sky,
and call it a beauty.
Call it a saint.
Call it a home,
every now and then.
Why I float,
between it's stars,
that in my eyes,
don't seem that far.
Why I drift,
in it's cold warmth,
that hugs me,
embracing my inner all.
And I never ask why,
the cold warm sky,
is my stop sign,
while yet so vast.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
Dynamite on my magic carpet tongue
That’s the last thing I remember
And she, she was the boldest Aries
She led me out the backdoor
Till we reached a brick dead-end
That’s when this deadly charade began
Never knew love quite like her body heat
And the silken robes we wore became ragged cut-sleeves
And I’ve always had a floater
But these trails are a different breed
And she’s spinning my quarter
But it never falls for me
And my friends in the backyard are watching snakes unfurl
As they stab the red earth and finger their pearls
But I prefer the garden pool, it keeps the neighbors far away
And one tiny matchstick is the only heart I have to play
I thought I had real love, I always put my hands
On her bony shoulders, she liked it then
We all raced to hell in a golden-rimmed chalice
All part of our big, of my big experiment
But infidelity can’t be commanded
Guess I always had a pacifier cold
My crutch of loneliness transformed
Into beds and vanity of old
I pushed them all to sanity’s brink
So I celebrate their pink departure
Rolling round’ in candle wax
Scrambled tape and fear’s embark
Created a demon, thought I was Byron
And this little pet became the death of me
Perhaps I should’ve asked a question to myself,
Burnt my house down, and swam more often in the real
Too much pride to call out for help
Always too much pride
There goes a shooting star
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 5:52 PM UTC
*** ice and a slice,
and topped with salted water
poured into the drink
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
Along a softly babbling stream
Moss covered trunks silently lean
Sunlight pours from on high down
Flies now idly ply around
A fisherman -me- on the bank sits
Floater bobbing, teasing fish
Sparrows idly flit softly by
While above the clouds now softly fly
The bugs, they flit from here to there,
While plants their flowers slowly bare,
Mosquitoes sound their droning whine
While stream trout nibble at baited line
Dappled bark and shaded stream
Memory hazy like a dream
I wish to travel back, back there
That timeless place, the Snake River
And this my idle classroom dream,
My heaven, fishing by a stream
Spins round and round my head at night
I'll go and grab my pole-first light
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
- 1 -
*a therapeutic calm wafted across the valley
and a wispy mist in blue filled the still air
i stood transfixed on the tense river bank
seeing and not believing this magical sight
that on my mind weren't ever a blight
- 2 -
a frog with a bobbing throat leapt into the water
and sent a ripple that crept up the serene pond
till in time it reached the floater of my line
whereupon i felt a grip upon my timid heart
and a fish bigger than in stories broke the surface
- 3-
in that mystical moment the scales fell from my eyes
and i beheld a sight most wondrously mesmerizing
for there upon a delicate water lily in ballerina pose
was a maid with a beauty that no artist could conceive
in a soon forgotten sluggish million years or more
- 4 -
her eyes were like twinkling stars recently escaped
from the whirling depths of a cosmic wormhole
her nose was like a bridge to whimsical fantasy
and she beckoned to me with ever-increasing urgency
till i felt my will melt before her seductive wiles
- 5 -
then the voice of my mother called me from the edge
and the sleep induced by the moment began to dissipate
the maid began a dance like one for her nuptials
and the sound of distant drums bore into my soul
in faint echoes that were forever sinking into endless time
- 6 -
as in a surrealistic dream before the break of another day
the frog leapt out of the pond and onto the grassy bank
from the lily, like a fancy, the dancing maid disappeared
and there was neither mist nor breeze as i stood there
alone again with my fishing line and my baffled thoughts*
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
The dissonance of your resonating
image haunts my memory.
A drifter in dimensions,
the prevention that kept me from you,
was myself and my trajectory.
Not a man then
but some other lesser mess of a soul.
At first,
with your plasma torch of a self,
you took my hands.
I was left laying still in the dirt,
with my eyes to see and my mouth
to taste the horrid flavor of our tango.
As well as my heart to feel
and my mind to think
but this would be a schism of my senses.
Succubi eventually take them all.
At least all the ones that matter.
Then she kicked me out to Cosmos.
I was flattered at the beginning,
when you told me you loved me.
But now,
I'm drifting into the darkness of space
with my environmental suit,
that protects me forever.
Wandering and Unaffected.
I need a resurrection.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
It was a deep dark energy. A pulse. Thick, heavy pulses; radiating between bodies.
Magnetism, a primitive attraction. So carnal in nature, so rooted within the primal psyche.
The air was straining, the gap was treacherous to bridge and far too untamed.
Tension gathers until it touches the tip of the tongue, taste buds overloaded, it is a rich,
overwhelming taste, yet it left you quietly seeking more.
Desire. The urges threaten to swallow you whole, teasing you
with the
threatening riptide
that is this
feeling.
Pulling against the rope
dragging you in,
struggling with the strangling grip,
face only somewhat off-color,
eyes only rolling on occasion.
You can take it.
Until you are
overtaken by the mounting wave, swept away
as it crashes upon you, drowning your senses…
oh but how you relish in its wake
It's hit or miss in these raging waters, you make it
or you don't,
and no one ever knows if you'll end up
a floater like so many others.
Not until you're found bloated or bare *****
only then are they certain,
and how condescending
in the way they shake their heads
and announce that they knew where, “you lied all along“
Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 6:28 PM UTC
My steps, river bank edge, look up a cloud!
gazing skyward at the massive roamers,
Left foot became right foot, fell splash, too proud
In water I was cloud-like, a floater.
The depths of the water, under me
Chess piece clouds building up over my head
treading water, current, headed to sea
I may have been better off dead
Gray and white mountain towering heights
flashes of light, rolls of noise and thunder
jagged light and noise at me causes frights
That sound near can only be a hammer
As Norse gods pounded anvil darkness
I emit, little girl screams, shrill sharpness
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
Inside
At my desk
In the late afternoon
The hiss of traffic passes
On the wet street
Outside
My thoughts migrate
To an eastern shoreline
Where my love walks
A peninsula path
All around her
The wind’s breath
The waves’ play
The light’s glitter
Sand and stone
Kiss her shoes
I am a now-distant arrival
A wind-blown speck in the sky
A floater dancing high above
In the corner of her vision
Down on the sea-strand
She hears nothing but
Wind and wave
Merging seamlessly
Sound upon sound
Within sound within
Sound upon sound
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 2:21 AM UTC
You said I had a face like
cinder blocks at sunrise:
Ash grey staining
red in the ending night.
The late winter cold
leaked down into my bones.
You pulled my hood up,
kissed me once and walked home.
I was a weak
kneed floater
that night.
It was a month to forget buried heart dents and debts.
You let me ride on the back of one more losing bet.
The deck's cut,
it's raining
outside
If I had
one more card
tucked up my sleeve, I'd lay it down
you wouldn't play
'cuz your hand's weak
Game's no fun. Folding. Heading straight out the door
Cashed in your chips and that's fine.
I'll take off and try to stay dry.
Your living room was greyscale
blue and white at midnight.
Ash on my tongue,
had X's in my eyes.
I'll choke down the bile
building up in my throat--
this mouth full of crow.
I'll walk out, grab my coat.
from your couch
turn the **** and
I'm gone.
It was a month to forget buried heart dents and debts.
You let me ride on the back of one more losing bet.
Kick up my heels, over pavement, walk home.
Half-rain and half-snow. Half a mile left to go.
the jig's up
and our steps were
all wrong.
Let's take this
time to find
some ground for standing. Thawing out,
I'll leak away
with the meltwash.
One more week draining to the Columbia
and your front step'll be dry.
...and your front step'll be dry...
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
I once had stars for eyes
a draw a pull inescapable
and you would drink from my river
and bath in my waters
At my lowest beneath the surface
I can be so sharp and jagged
and my easy floater couldnt hack it
his feet searching for shore
The current strong
as I pushed him along
A ride not soon forgotten
and mercifully I spit him out
But he'll still have to face my serpants
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
I am going to write you a poem that rhymes
I'm not sure how I'll get it out of me but I will
I just hope it's not as bad as an oilspill
Or that haircut you got last Christmas
The time you almost punched the glass
And I was laughing
I am going to tell you about how I dream
Of a big brown house, kids going "Mommy, Mommy"
And a border collie, and a handsome man
And you'd be living next door all alone
I'd be laughing
Okay I swear I am going to stop joking
The truth is
a) Your smile is like the candy cane
A kid would **** to ease some ache somewhere
Or like the cake the fat person is eating to
Cheer herself up (on a separate note,
The fat person is me)
b) Your voice is like ocean waves
Pulling, crashing, rushing,
Tripping; beautiful and brave
And your voice is like birdsong and ambulances
Yes, that much of a mess
c) Your company is the floater I'd grab
Before jumping off a boat
Your company is the lifesaver.
I'd get tossed by the waves while the thunder
Roars to state that life is unkind,
You're still keeping me from sinking
And d) you're the prettiest boy I've ever met
And I'd be in love with you except
You make me laugh 'til I'm crying and my vision blurs
So instead I just love you
I hope you love me too
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
our world is overrun by technology addicts.
each second, minute is wasted by getting high or arguing back and forth.
people try so hard to renew themselves each year, but it usually doesn't work out.
instead they go back to their old ways, and their habit soon becomes who they are.
it takes over their personality and actions.
it's a disease waiting to happen to anyone who won't try hard enough.
it won't happen to me, i won't let it.
instead of being active on the social network, i won't.
instead of ignoring the wallflowers i'll start communicating with them.
i'm tired of being one of "them", i rather be a floater.
someone who floats around waiting for someone to notice them.
a background is what i merely am.
this year is the time to mold myself into the person i rather be instead of the person everyone wishes to be.
this year, i'm going to invent myself.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
I drift around all alone passing through lives, hoping to make a difference in mine, but pushing for a difference in you...
All I do is float around in exsistance...never truly living, feeling, or being...just hovering over waiting to be fluttered away...
Hoping i will be drifted into the right life...the One...
I float...nothing there for me but air...i drift away...
Alone...
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 11:48 PM UTC
I caught a tremendous fish
. . . . . . . .
And I let the fish go.
—Elizabeth Bishop
All the people are old people.
Older than me.
Granddad took me fishing
with one of his friends.
They said we’d catch flounder.
They killed the engine
near the bridge pilings.
The lines stayed slack
until a red and white
floater fell below
the bay’s polluted waves.
I thought I felt a flounder
heaving on the hook.
I reeled it up—
a fish,
cylindrical and silver.
Alert, black eyes peered
at me. He floundered
against the skiff’s side
with a barbed hook inside
his young, unscarred mouth.
The old men laughed:
flounder are flat
and brown.
He was small
and nothing special—
not a flounder.
But they didn't let him go.
They ground my catch up
into a pink paste, spotted
with specs of broken bone.
We threw the pieces off the boat
to chum the water.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
Once I spent a winter
with a poem; everyday
in the woods at work
I would say it, never
writing a word until
I had it down in my mind;
it became what I called
a floater, a work song,
a chant, until it sounded
just right and undramatic,
and then I wrote it down
in the dirt with my boots
without changing a word
leaving it there for the birds
and the worms and the roots.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
i was a floater by definition
a name plastered on my chest since grade 2
i would just float around.
our names were classified by how we lived
i had nothing to hold me down
my body would move from place to place
bumping into things
not staying for too long
i was happy i guess
i wasn't lost
i knew the exact pinpoint in the ocean
the singular sand particle on the beach
but there was a big wooden ship behind me
with the Captain singing a sweet sea song
and the Sailors' voices lilted
carrying bottles of blue sea glass
pretending they were telescopes
so, I took my little body,
wrinkled from the Sea,
and my waterlogged fingers gripped the boat tight
the Captain's song found its way into my lungs
and I could see the encroaching shore,
but I wan't worried
because I am still riding that ship.
sometimes, Sailors go their separate ways
find new land, find new ships
sometimes, pruney, little hands grab a hold of the hull
and We pull them on.
one day, I will leave this ship,
but it won't be forever
because I am anchored.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
im stuck between what my mind and heart wants
nothing seems to be in its right place
or maybe im just never meant to be anywhere that i happen to be
my mind is always caressed by clouds and burned by the vocalists of the earth
words are as scorching as the rays of the sun and my writs are itching once again
and im scared im scared im scared this world is not for me
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
I used to be a floater
I was swept up
In your charisma
Your eyes shun so bright
And I got carried away by clouds
I lost the way
And in the end lost the brightness
Your eyes were my sun
Perhaps I floated to close
Because I sure as hell got burned
I was hypnotized
Those lips
Along with your inch deep dimples
They captured me at first sight
And I didn't stand a chance
Once the words began flowing
They didn't end
You warmed me with just your presence
So quickly I learned
And I found refuge in your voice
I knew from the start it'd end
I just had so much hope
I wanted you so badly
You saved me
And now you've brought me harm
Made me hurt
Ache
Cry too
The cloud I was floating on
Dissipated
And my dear friend the moon
Turned out the light
And let reality finally set in
So I could see
That the sun makes you warm and comforted
But it's only a tease
Because you can't touch it
And you can't hold it
Not without getting burned
Badly.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
I met a most exceptional woman;
Thought she was a keeper; make me a man,
She stirred my soul like no other
Made me forget the world even my mother,
I opened up again that part of me
That I promised no one would ever see,
Giving bits at first and then whole
Pieces of my heart complete with my soul,
She took it all it seemed with eager hands
Held mine while I daydreamed of foreign lands
We'd visit traverse the continents
But in this fairy tale there were holes and dents,
I was not to be a lover but a friend
Forever until the bittersweet end;
She had someone for whom her life was for
And I thought it best to close this door
But she pried the **** from my fingers
And what she said to me on my mind still lingers
Declared she needed me as much as he
That this was just how it was meant to be and we
Would travel this road together
This truly made me feel so much better
Made me so happy I could cry;
She was not just another floater in my eye...
© okpoet
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC