"futons" poems
Fiat lux and
Then I stand and see how it looks out on
Gnothi seauton psychologies of a naughty automaton he is
Out speeding on the autobahn while she is
Now sleeping on futons in peace it's
Not pieces that need to be re-ordered yet
Since he's reckless but wrecks less when he's courting it's
A sport, you see a ticket's his master trophy in-
Deed endorsing his Porsche-speed matrimony down master row and she's
Driven to this racer who makes her en-
Force things, they later make her take her lead like lead's erasing then vanishing
Banished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleaned
Running from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy
Love who's the catcher who has her and
Now you see
It's not lack-lusting but luck-lasting because lastly
Down the street
Is where I swear we're running faster from crashing, finally
Into this dreamcatcher's hazard
Our dreamcatcher's hazard
Oh have you heard
It's absurd that the whip cracked
Yeah the Porsche was hacked baby transformed back in two and back into a nat-
Ural rural state where the horse power level was more morally sta-
Ble biblically faith-
Ful foolishly a-
Ble but yeah we take over whatever we face-off and baby we're faster so we'll have to chase after our
Dreamcatcher's hazard and
That dreamcatcher's hazard's a
A madness that is learned
And it's absurd
So say the mattress is glowing it's holy
Matrimony, so don't look lonely it's only
Master Roshi, to say to chase your dreams
It's you and me be-
Cause for you my blood is flowing
For you my blood is glowing
For you this blood is flowing
And too the flood is blowing
It's true our love is growing
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
The pin fell out.
The pin fell out, so the bolt slipped,
Knocking the bottom of the arm
And the **** thing wouldn't open!
Fifteen hundred I payed — 105 for delivery and assembly,
But I didn't make space for them,
They couldn't lay it out, so they built it standing up.
The pin didn't get set right, so the pin fell out.
I fixed it. Once I figured it out. It wasn't hard,
though pretty hot, since early, the back broke the plug
and the AC died. I sweated all over the expensive wood,
Wiped it up with the towel I was just wearing
And so there I stood: drenched in sweat,
Frustrated and exhausted, rumpled and wet
Ready for my second shower in just as many hours
All because I had the _audacity_,
for once,
To try to go to sleep.
9.25.11
D.B. Guy
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 2:50 AM UTC
So this is Christmas
and what have you done?
John purrs the question
through tiny
crackling speakers
begging responsibility
from the irresponsible at best,
begging for peace
and a season of rest.
I lost a war, John;
I tripped on hope and arrogance
and earned forty six new badges
of valor;
I fell from the rafters of a fantasy bridge
to the cold reality beneath
and I broke bones--
ribs and femurs,
radii and hum'rouses.
I have met Marc Antonys and Brutuses,
Pagliachis and Heathcliffs,
and met them in myself.
I have sobbed into futons
ripe with nachos and socks
and I curled in another's arms
wishing they were yours.
I have loved and lost
and saw God in a graveyard;
come down from dopamine dreams
to black widows in my sheets.
I have tried and failed and given up,
found the one mistake
I'll always make
and the one perfume I'll always hate.
I lost a war
I never had the guts to fight.
So this is Christmas, John,
and I'm still a mess.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
Pause from the songs they play to
Tell me that I'm young, only 21
And a half!
I squeal, indignant, almost 22!
Besides, I say, I hear nobody likes you when you're 23
Now can you play free bird please?
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
There are people who crave intimacy
To be truly ****
And allow another person to glance inside their soul and judge the crude decor of every hour leading up to that moment
because they've a vacant space to rent
God knows they worry
They've arranged the room wrong
Take pride in that the dishes are never *****
The bed never slept in
With only one place to sit
Then there are people like me
Who crave emptiness
Because the room is far too crowded
Futons full of drunken lovers who put their Cigarettes out on the walls
Never asking if it's okay to stay
So I ******* hate them
I think I crave the empty people
Because they come inside
Never close the door
With a box of my old shoes under their arm
Wave to me
Never say thank you
And wipe their feet before they leave
(b.r.o.)
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
We both like space
Not as in empty rooms
With no chairs
No tables
No Beds
Or couches
But space
Black emptiness
With chairs
And tables
Beds
And couches
Futons even
So full of things we haven't even discovered yet
Souls for stars
Stars for souls
Dark pits you call eyes
******* in light wherever they land
Planets for a mouth
And meteors for fingers
You are a walking solar nebula
Fill my mind with wonder and excitement
When you bestow your black holes upon me shooting the gamma rays, I turn to light
A sun for a soul
I see fire burning in your eyes
When you touch my hand
I explode into galaxies
I am Saturn and we gravitate like rings
The space between Jupiter,
Europa, and Calisto
We both like space
You see the stars in me
I see the galaxies in you
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 4:17 AM UTC
Spending my Wednesdays on trail mix & futons
Hiding inside when outside's like the Yukon
Knowing the cold comes from a storm I can't see
Trying to spread warmth like the sun I can't be
They say "do what you love" and "want what you need"
But they take and they take and they take and they take my love
and break it and fake it and snake it and bite my hand when I feed
I owe it to myself to put "they" behind "we"
Because all the trials I still see are a reflection of me
I rely on accomplishments to build my self-confidence
I cannot take a compliment because they still feel dishonest
How can I give warmth to others if I can't warm myself?
I just ignore the signs, don't prioritize health
I try to do the basics, eat, sleep, repeat
Write, read, and run, just make time for fun
I start to feel better but know I'm not done
It ends with self-love, putting myself above
So when the times are rough, I know that I'm enough
Now I know when life gets cold like the Yukon
I'll remember this Wednesday of trail mix & futons
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC