"intentionless" poems
Last night I was on the fence
feeling out my own relative survival
caught somewhere between
rock bottom and a dark place
At the end of my own wits
I thought I could paint my presence
With a flick of the wrist
Opened up to reveal the divine DNA
pouring itself out into a bath tub
that gave it away
Caught red-handed in a pool of blood
Drowning evidence
Slipping down the drains
back into the ocean of the time I killed
Doctor, Doctor
turn me into a machine
I want to feel intentionless
So the madness manifests
into some ironic twist
of self-directed fate
With a flick of the wrist
Writhing this steering mechanism
into dissonance
With my Dark Passenger
Check the rearview
The past relapses
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
There is speak of latency
and pregnant pauses,
for epochs.
From Cambrian to Devonian,
and all things antediluvian.
The stone, the bronze, the golden age.
and the age of wood and wool,
Of wool,
and wood.
Of mahogany,
and mohair.
An age of comfort and kindness,
of nanas wasting idly in rocking chairs,
Knitting sweaters big as continents,
for the sons and daughters,
Of their sons and daughters.
with the loom and swoop and stitch.
While each toc and tic,
Turns grandma to dust
and to death
Then to be latent again,
in a universe of dust.
A star, with a secret harbor,
of virtue.
A constellation, lassoed,
in her honor.
Blessing all with patience
Shining benevolent,
and intentionless,
For all to see.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
you wish you
knew
where you
could walk off to
-to Night:
half-drunk-
staggering cigarettes-
slamming a-
streetlight
shimmering
view of
two-
sidewalks snaking-
who?-
what few
friends you
have are all sleeping
or dead
or in your own head
and all the bars close
too
soon...
(you
stop)
intentionless
on the edge of your
bed
with the final four
cigarettes
and that ******* song still in your head
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC