"grazer" poems
Desensitized by the sands of time
I'm abhorred you're a cultural cog
Bobbing on the surface
you find eating gulls disgusting
but don't bat an eye at nauseous oil slicks
I wish I could set it all ablaze
so we'd pick our destinies more carefully
Or more care freely
You see me as a motley mesh
Flesh covered by cloths from mismatched fads
Yet, you're a pretentious simian that's forgot our past
Just a gussied up grazer, disavowing discomfort
scoffing at any endeavor that isn't grass flavored
The chimers on the lawn are all robed outcasts
bellowing to the fodder eating fodder
the posh set the stalks to be mowed over
But for the justice of all the inside out bulls
leaving their wallets on the ground
the entrail fashion never catches on
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
Field grazer acting like her parents
Didn't razor better
The year of the ****
The seat of an empire
Dazed by the magnitude
Of our satellite flyer
Making wishes/ playing games
You would find her in the rain
Year of the dog
Cast out vagabond
Didn't trust dad or mom
With the blood caked on their hands
You demand
To know why god won't show himself
On this year of the dog
Galaxies spread out in the darkness
Stars aren't this hot forever
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
.
Etched in smoke, burnished by olden sun,
The runner grasses wave below into maze,
For eyes in cloud to clutch on mottled vermin,
Higher in stations, a judgement for all grazer,
Pleated feathers arched in weightless stone,
Are blades as steely as any burnt ploughmans
And airs that break, lift hawk far into sun shone,
As quake of earth strikes up a still haired louse,
For blades of green shall call, bleed in grasses
And whisper will shout, downing smallest might,
Tiny beasts who crawl among waveing masses,
To hawk over hill, sheering in raiments of light.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
Etched in smoke, burnished by olden sun,
The runner grasses wave below into maze,
For eyes in cloud to clutch on mottled vermin,
Higher in stations, a judgement for all grazer,
Pleated feathers arched in weightless stone,
Are blades as steely as any burnt ploughmans
And airs that break, lift hawk far into sun shone,
As quake of earth strikes up a still haired louse,
For blades of green shall call, bleed in grasses
And whisper will shout, downing smallest might,
Tiny beasts who crawl among waveing masses,
To hawk over hill, sheering in raiments of light.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
Etched in smoke, burnished by olden sun,
The runner grasses wave below into maze,
For eyes in cloud to clutch on mottled vermin,
Higher in stations, a judgement for all grazer,
Pleated feathers arched in weightless stone,
Are blades as steely as any burnt ploughmans
And airs that break, lift hawk far into sun shone,
As quake of earth strikes up a still haired louse,
For blades of green shall call, bleed in grasses
And whisper will shout, downing smallest might,
Tiny beasts who crawl among waveing masses,
To hawk over hill, sheering in raiments of light.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
I thought I'd grow up and become a cloud ranger;
I wasn't ready to live a life aligned.
I couldn't become a fin grazer;
I've barely skimmed the surface of this life.
I was this synthetic stranger--
too unfamiliar with my own mind...
Life was pure when it was linear
And not some bird
-short-lived
-unbalanced
-unaware
-somewhere.
That tore off it's own wings to land itself right here.
When I couldn't see where I was going I--
believed songs. They could. --they might. tell. lies.
I didn't see where I was going I
I didn't think I could go that high
I didn't think I could fly
(What are they going to remember me by)
I didn't see what was coming I
I thought this song could save my eyes
I was wrong. Well,
Maybe I was right?
Because diamonds meant more to me than saving a life.
In the end, I didn't think I would become a butterfly;
I thought I'd become what the airplanes leave behind.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Becoming fiercly personal
with no physical contact,
the crescent moon
ultimately occults the Venus.
The grazer now turns into
fugitive. Was not the knower,
was not the known.
No past, no future, you
move with your eyes down
to deny the assault, the flirtation.
Your silence was
unthinkable. I will bring home
the dead. Light is gone. The
slapper sleeps.
In emotional agony I
start prowling for the body.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
.
Etched in smoke, burnished by olden sun,
The runner grasses wave below into maze,
For eyes in cloud to clutch on mottled vermin,
Higher in stations, a judgement for all grazer,
Pleated feathers arched in weightless stone,
Are blades as steely as any burnt ploughmans
And airs that break, lift hawk far into sun shone,
As quake of earth strikes up a still haired louse,
For blades of green shall call, bleed in grasses
And whisper will shout, downing smallest might,
Tiny beasts who crawl among waveing masses,
To hawk over hill, sheering in raiments of light.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
.
Etched in smoke, burnished by olden sun,
The runner grasses wave below into maze,
For eyes in cloud to clutch on mottled vermin,
Higher in stations, a judgement for all grazer,
Pleated feathers arched in weightless stone,
Are blades as steely as any burnt ploughmans
And airs that break, lift hawk far into sun shone,
As quake of earth strikes up a still haired louse,
For blades of green shall call, bleed in grasses
And whisper will shout, downing smallest might,
Tiny beasts who crawl among waveing masses,
To hawk over hill, sheering in raiments of light.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Usher in epoch of sentimentality
Grazed arms with hickory, penultimate grazer mud nails.
An entire room filled with people I thought I loved, when thinking was entertaining the thought I once had.
Vocal retention. Left and heard, not wanted but understood.
Can you bring me back?
Is it possible?
Can you take me back?
Is it honorable?
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
I don't feel like a writer
I feel like a wave grazer
In search of the perfect
surf under a lantern moon
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
I had a puppy
I'm happy to say
But my puppy
He died one day
I had a mom
To me she said
******** I think
Your puppy's dead
So my puppy I took
Way out in the yard
I dug her a hole
And read her a card
**** you puppy
How dare you die
Leaving me here
Alone to cry"
The more I thought
About her death
And how I watched
Her last breath
I began to hate
This ****** mutt
Just laying there
Her eyes are shut
How dare you die
And leave me be
"It was a truck
What didn't you see?"
Stupid dog
I hate you now
You broke my heart
I'll get a cow
A cow you see
A gentle grazer
For when she dies
I can braise her
Until that day
She'll be my friend
We'll play fetch
My heart she'll mend
So **** you dog
You're inedible
This here cow
Will taste incredible
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
It is secret
In gloomy light .
I buried a grazer in pasture
I swept leaves for burning his grave
But I had captured by somnambulism
Firstly I entered in way of confession
There is a seed of god
It heard this bitter secret
After forty silent days a seed rose its head with arrogance
It revealed it
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC