"gristly" poems
The fruit of
the Pacific madrone
tree may at
first entice you
with its fiery
scarlet skin.
But bite
into it and
you’ll taste
astringent, gristly pith—
with hard seeds
like discarded
children’s teeth.
You will know
that foolish feeling
that lurks within
the shadow between
sugary expectations
and bitter truth.
Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC
Specious speculative salacious spectral season
Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason
Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon
Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison
Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson
Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons
Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization
Transient transitive tour de force teleportation
Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation
Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation
Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration
Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation
Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor
Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor
Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator
Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator
Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator
Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator
Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification
Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation
Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication
Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation
Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation
Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition
Slinky slick sultry stoical snout
Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout
Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out
Gross grit groin grove grout
Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout
Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
I have to shake these hatch backed hallucinations.
I have to misplace
these Indiana blues & jig saw walks.
Twisted teeth and sun flower seeds
yield
a paradox with dryer socks.
The girl has Jones pop spilling through her viens
that pumps that heart shaped mass of
gristly whistles and red bean paste.
Liquid fingers frolic with follicles
in the broccoli brothel, brother.
Tongue twisters with the mistress' mattress
cause' I spilt my anchovies salts.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
So here I stand, tearing my heart up in my hands.
Arriving home, I was told, you've got to go.
Shocked was I, standing there with cap in hand.
The love of my life, her red hair a glow, her face redder still.
I asked her why, and she told me such a lie.
Appears I've been seeing another, one that I have no recollection of.
No amount of pleading which I undertook helped my cause.
And then, with a parting kiss, she pushed me out the door.
So here I stand, tearing up my heart in my hands.
I can rail at the wind, stand before the sea and spin,
There's one thing I know, and that's that love is finally finished.
My love is torn, and quite forlorn, and it's about to blow away.
I turn, and think of gristly things, my body washing upon the shore.
There are high cliffs here, where I might attempt a lovers leap.
But would she care, would she hold me to her *****
Would she cry my name, try to pull me back.
Then should our love rekindle in the way it was.
I have some doubt in that moment as I think upon my death.
Suddenly up that very beach, walks a girl.
And she is very fair, her blonde hair twisting in the breeze.
I stand entranced, I stand with silly smile, my blues eyes full of love.
And as she passes, she flirts me cruelly with her skirt..
Her own eyes are taunting me, and so I seek to follow.
The very sands are nearly ended, and already I have another love.
We walk now hand in hand, and in the streets of our own town.
We meet another pretty girl with such red hair, I look and frown.
Somehow I feel I should know her, but there it's gone just like that frown.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
Overhead drifts cobblestone clouds
colliding with smoother cousins.
Attempts are futile to blanket
bright light, a pale halo encompassing
the near full lunar rock, one and the same
seen by my grandfather in the Pacific seas
so many years ago. Constant is the intermittent
rumble of waves lapping the shore,
one and the same that gargantuan crocs
stalked for dinosaur meat so many years ago.
Crunching my toes through the gristly sand
gives not a glimpse of the spectacled mountains
it once composed, so many years ago. Did
a far removed ancestor sit in those mountains
and see this brilliant star to the east, one and the same,
so many years ago? If not, I like to think
millenia from now, my descendant will
and think of me, so many years ago,
one and the same.
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 11:23 PM UTC
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Oct 10, 2022
Oct 10, 2022 at 3:16 PM UTC
So here I stand, tearing my heart up in my hands.
Arriving home, I was told, you've got to go.
Shocked was I, standing there with cap in hand.
The love of my life, her red hair a glow, her face redder still.
I asked her why, and she told me such a lie.
Appears I've been seeing another, one that I have no recollection of.
No amount of pleading which I undertook helped my cause.
And then, with a parting kiss, she pushed me out the door...
So here I stand, tearing up my heart in my hands.
I can rail at the wind, stand before the sea and spin,
There's one thing I know, and that's that love is finished.
My love is torn, and quite forlorn, and it's about to blow away.
I turn, and think of gristly things, my body washing on the shore.
There are high cliffs here, where I might attempt a lovers leap.
But would she care, would she hold me to her *****
Would she cry my name, try to pull me back.
Then should our love rekindle in the way it was.
I have some doubt in that moment as I think upon my death...
Suddenly up that very beach, walks a girl.
And she is very fair, her blonde hair twisting in the breeze.
I stand entranced, I stand with silly smile, my blues eyes full of love.
And as she passes, she flirts me cruelly with her skirt..
Her own eyes are taunting me, and so I seek to follow.
The sands are nearly ended, and already I have another love.
We walk now hand in hand, and in the streets of our town.
We meet another pretty girl with such red hair, I look and frown.
Somehow I feel I should know her, but there, it's gone just like that frown....
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
A gristly morning dawns
Ripe with the taste of rotten copper splashed across my tongue
I can feel pressure under my nail beds from dirt crescent moons that linger
Wild wind swept dreams pull my pounding heart back away from the edge of no where
Ghosts move in and out, sullenly through the mist
Panting, running, screaming, ripping ,tearing
Blood. I am what the darkness fears.
Whispered curses, the old days filled with mystery and magick
Spark a desire for the shadows of night
Consume me
Skin so tight. Joints pop and grow with holy white faces turning swollen, full
Devour the light.
Over and through I am twisted and bent until with a groaning stretch
I am no more
Oct 5, 2011
Oct 5, 2011 at 3:31 AM UTC
With the knowledge of celebration
I gaze into night skies
Slipping into a vast black nothingness
But there are no stars which sparkle in me
As I wonder how a life
Which began so centered
And carried such conviction
Sailing towards success and freedom
Finds itself scattered like drift wood
Across many shores
Deep inside my being lives
A brave young Knight , on a quest
As he strides with purpose
Of to slay the Red Dragon
That hoards boundless wealth
Back on the outside I puff in displeasure
As i guess its a masked ball for me
As I placing a smile on my gristly face
And wear my orange chorus party coat
The young Knight reaches the
Great Red Dragon's kingdom
And finds him deep in his lair
With beautiful bright red scales that glitter
As he restlessly guards his huge treasure
Back at the party I force my demeanor
But like a iron breast plate my heart
Weighs heavy underneath my
Orange chorus coat
As I am split in two
In the lair the dragon breaths out
A both tantalizing and ferocious firey focus
Warning the Knight well away
As the dragon holds on and holds on
As he knows the world seeks his treasure
But deep down , he is divided as an
Imprisoned part longs for the sky
And to stretch his wings
Back at the party I am an onlooker
Feeling numb and divided as
Though my past had placed
One of my feet in the grave
At the lair the Dragon remains
Torn between his treasure and the sky
But in a moment of madness
He takes flight leaving his treasure behind
At the party i accidentally catch a young ladies eye
And for a moment my stone heart is pliable like butter
As I feel a new relaxed rigor in my stride
The dragon looks down and see's his treasure disappear
And feels naked like they were ripping his cloths away
But carries on flying high searching the sky
Back at the party , I am totally let go
As my heavy heart drops away
And I dissolve into my ORANGE CHORUS COAT
I become the very essence of party
I feel light as through the wind blew
Through me and I am lifted
Sparkling wine and stars shine
Sailing through the skies the
RED DRAGON returns to his castle
To find an amazing surprise
As all the people through out the land
Now worship him and have put on a
Celebration and great feast in his honor
And all promise to forever share their bounty
And bring many gifts to the
GREAT RED DRAGON
Back at the party I gain a new lease of life
As though I had gained great red wings
As I feel the space of my inner being fly
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
Cranky from the lack of sleep,
I twist my fin
into a knot of agony
Swoosh!!
The-... An-...
Aw, the **** with it...
Lately
I’ve been thinking
that all men are cremated
equally crisp.
But my next door neighbor
still smolders darkly
in his backyard grill pit,
his dogs frantic in their drooling lust
to lick his charred flanks.
Dear grieving widow –
would you honor me
by dropping in for a cup of tea?
She wails and moans,
her pelvis slack
and canted downwards.
It will be a chore
to get her to loosen up enough
to hurl a ****
heavenwards.
The specifics of our last conversation
escape me.
But I do remember calling you
an angelic ****
with the personality
of a rabid piranha.
You responded, with a dreamy smile,
“But, my dear Rudolf!
I do select my prey
by their spread and heft!
After all,
I just love to hear
that gristly pop
when they open up
for my sanguine delectation...”
Aurora, CO – May 1995
Derek Bascombe
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
Specious speculative salacious spectral season
Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason
Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon
Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison
Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson
Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons
Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization
Transient transitive tour de force teleportation
Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation
Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation
Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration
Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation
Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor
Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor
Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator
Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator
Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator
Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator
Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification
Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation
Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication
Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation
Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation
Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition
Slinky slick sultry stoical snout
Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout
Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out
Gross grit groin grove grout
Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout
Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
I wonder sometimes
If you really know
How much I hurt when you push away
It's not your fault
That you get scared
Your rotten past
Has decayed your trust
Eating away at your optimism
Leaving only gristly fear
And love
I still see the love shine in your eyes
When you think I'm not looking
And the fear
Sad and caring
Like a whipped dog
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
The pain almost tangible
You shed not a tear
I will cry in your place
When you finally push all the way
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
What must it be like to fully exist?
To take shelter fully under one roof
and not be left a page torn in two
One secured by love and hearth
the other too gristly printed
cast to rainy dew and soaked to bone
I should never know.
-I Am Only Half
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap ****** lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching cellular skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC