"invertebrates" poems
Living in a world of invertebrates
A shadow that reeks cologne
Upon those who reek none
The benefactor of the scent
Is for himself, herself, both, or nil?
A fool in the box
No time to help
But time enough away for a guilt to shine
But outside shines introspection?
A plastic model
No generosity for a spine
Two hands in beyond displace
A smile where it should grace
Asleep in a heart of a child
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
The moon is high and bright tonight
Quietly lighting the earth around me.
My skin scrunches together
As a chilly breeze steals warmth from me
The only sound heard
Comes from the invertebrates in the trees
And the closest heartbeat is a mile away
But there is something out here
It is a creature; a creature of habit
Always hunting only those who are solo
It is a sly creature
Creeping up on its prey silently
It will drain every drop of happiness
All dreams, all plans, all loves
Will fade away from the victim
Slowly the numbness absorbs me
And I do nothing to hinder its progress
Soon I am consumed in the cold darkness
I know this creature
This creature is loneliness
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 11:15 PM UTC
with fondness towards invertebrates--
sans spine, their backs will never break.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 6:49 AM UTC
Nearing great compost pile,
that steamy heap,
insatiable hunger hits guts.
And I know fortitude for journey
is contained in wealth of
centipedes, predatory mites,
rove beetles, ants,
nematodes, protozoa,
and **** of wriggly worms.
Virgil waits for me, as he did Dante.
He takes form of a sowbug,
but with whole of worldly wisdom.
Shows me circles to which I will fall:
organic residues,
primary consumers,
secondary consumers
and further tertiary consumers.
An ancient pyramid decompositional
processes the scaling down
before the rising up. Each eating
excrement of another before them.
One I become with slugs and snails.
Invertebrates shred meat from bone.
Flies make airborne my bacteria,
carrying me off to feed birth of
future fungi.
I am reborn over and over.
Never more have I known
anything more Godly.
Intestinal juices of earth, enzymes
and other fermentation
taking me down,
pushing me out,
transforming trash of my existence
back to Eden.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
Vertebrate beginnings,
I collate each chordates morphological traits
Striving to understand their profuse, evolutionary attributes.
Memorize the fusion of Latin and Greek roots
Interwoven just enough to complicate
Instead of differentiate inarticulate invertebrates.
Inhibitions confine to an educational institution
Discombobulated and ready to *******
graduate.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
Still water runs deep,
But the puddle remained,
Ripple less
To take turns to look in the reflection,
of the backrounds sound that reverberates across the landscapes.
Twisted invertebrates,
You still got my back?
We’re stuck in the mud,
up until our waist.
As the sunsets' behind,
I can’t look over,
my dislocated shoulder,
blades,
slice and sharpened,
by pebbles grains,
and then
skimmed across the puddles
so only ripples remain.
Though they soon disappear,
into the stagnant grasp
of fear and statuesque
placid, tranquil times.
In a hushed halycon,
hedonistic slices of life.
Still water runs deep,
but I drown in the shallow aqua,
in the afterlife of undulation.
The aftermath of the ripple effect.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
The forest is waking.
Pines and cedars
are greener than ever
while the oaks blossom.
Robins and blackbirds
chirp in earnest
scouring the leaf litter for hiding invertebrates.
The air’s stillness is swept away
by a gentle breeze, cooling my skin
heated by the sun.
Other than that,
there is only silence,
a good silence,
a slowly-rousing-from-winter silence.
It’s beautiful.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
How long will you sit there?
Cavities, your type of trophies from wilder days, the forgettable kind
Rutting between hills of lifeless grey flesh
Moist as the dust that stood to search (unsuccessfully) for fresh light
Nothing moves anymore
Even the 41, Guyanese invertebrates
Learned you long ago
They wait, tire
Sometimes before the hours tip, I hear you, or try to
You play the dances in your head
Just like swallowed tangos and serenades for mama
She always said you could sing
I fought for the top of your feet
My place, where my toes gripped wrinkles in your smile
Pulling me down, down past moonless flights
Yet no such pedestal stood
Mid-yawn, we breathed in springtime
I left a piece for you, buried deep in an injection
I lost my crown that day
My heart anticipated the warmth of melting snow
I'd cover furrowed brows in blue ink, sometimes black
Grinning under the blotting
Recipes for tomorrow
Words I beg to forget
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
a 2nd reiteration
listening to
dropkick murphys'
song
*i'm shipping off to
Boston*...
you ******* quasi-paddies
and Iraqi Aladdins
have ****** up "my"...
******* jukebox!
no music video ever came
with a ******* news channel
recommendation!
wankers!
sprat boilers!
brat spanking fetishists!
give me my ******* jukebox
back... you *******
toddler's little pinky
wankers off!
it's not enough that
the blood starts to boil...
my thinking becomes
all scrambled!
i turn into a Danzig hunger-strike
when i don't get
to listen to new music!
wankie ***** wankie *****
sure...
but when i **** off while
taking a **** and taking a ****
i don't make a *******
video out of it, do i?!
juggernaut... juggernaut...
juggernaut...
say it thrice like Beetlejuice...
and... well... shazam!
a rhino appears!
i'm taking prisoners...
the ones attached to the charge,
as they scream...
pretending to... "tag along".
give my jukebox back you
******* invertebrates!
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
Her wasabi breath,
snake venom injected crow's feet
& chain smoking reflex could
scare a country into prohibition.
Enough ****** power and spine behind
every word to ******* the
male populous into a plethora
of soggy invertebrates.
Barnacle encrusted spinach weave,
obsidian void lip stick she squeezed
off a bat's back
& a Columbian waltz she stole
from a putrid little beasty
all mixed up & spit into a murky
cocktail glass wearing high heels.
You could feel the atmosphere tickle
a bit when she raised a brow at
You.
That silky whisper of a voice
was just an illusionist prelude
to the thundering brass of her
ringing enthusiasm.
She was the most powerful being.
A lioness among the flock of sheep.
A droplet of viscous mercury
in an oil spill.
Raw.
Sharp.
Lethal.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
long faded echoes
dance and congeal
smooth canyon walls
hold memories like agate
molten basalt cooled
faces hide beneath stone
abstract images of yesteryear
geyser from unseen depths
microscopic bacteria
slip betwixt crevasse
depositing refuse
giving flora a foothold
multi celled seedlings sprout
jutting forth with sprigs of green
instantly photosynthesizing
oxygen creators
new organisms take the fauna
making it home for both species
invertebrates
and those with a backbone
they exhale life
frontal lobe and thumbs
humanity as product
plague and virus
drinking the lifeblood
challenging the ecosystem
planetary shift
earth groans with growing pains
food chain emperor
next to extinction
a great cleansing
is at hand /
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
as i watch the candle burn
the wick disintegrates
wonder when it'll be my turn
to join the invertebrates
distant echo repeats
the sun sets ahead
the oak roots meet
the foot of my bed
a collection of scents
for only $9.99
down the aisle i went
for the three hundredth time
melt into a mold
a mindless distraction
an umbrella, rose gold
with hydraulic retraction
collect ash and soot
from time spent waiting
for a longing fresh look
at the end's very beginning
a battery powered candle
with translucent white plastic
burns surprisingly well
poison fumes are fantastic
i set it all on fire
and watched the polymers melt
i heard a copper choir
the burning heat i felt
i can't get too close
lest i run the risk
of singing my own nose
or encoding a compact disc
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 4:11 PM UTC
I reached my arms out as nets in the sea
Said I was prepared to love what was in front of me
(but I only liked to look at artistry.)
And I should've known that colors wouldn't be enough
The coral in my palms proved that life was always rough
I tried to apologize but they were already stuck in
Weighted like rainbows beneath my soft salty skin
Before I gave up I looked back at the blue
Filled with invertebrates that were nothing like you
And I knew what the plan was, to look again and to try
But by that time the coral were digging into my eye
So you see? It's uncomfortable, I was already hurt
I don't let anything infect my blood with dirt
That's always my excuse, I play it off way prettier
In purgatory they'll ask how I got even dirtier
Because I must look so clean while I feel so mean
Wanting to believe we are all ******* boring
But it can't be true.
Coral is beautiful and alive and every piece is new
But I could never enjoy it
I'm the coral inside of you
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
When they want
For wealth and gold and pearls
They will rip it from your
Hands and from the clam,
With the hunger of lust and malice
Swallowing life whole
The lost thieves of old...
Those who only feed the wolf
Loving dogs for more than thee.
It's curious to think
They presume that it is wealth
That heaviness of gold
Just A mystic rock just melted chains.
The other a product of invertebrates
To lug about with them
Their wares
**** Flashing all who happened by
Their wares
There's no use for a sack of pearls
When here we get
And get got
Seed
Fertile minds
A wealth unmatched
Seeds
[Point to the temples of our skulls]
Sow there
A chain of pearls...
How I should want
To learn from the honor
Of good fathers
Great pearls of their wisdom
How I should rather covet
the wisdom of a clam
How an alien looking thing
Under endless canopies
Of un drinkable seas
Could be awarded / afforded "Creation"
(You better should know)
The artistic hand of Masterpiece
Shaping all
Opalescence
Almost to the utmost
Diamond cuts
How godlike is this gift
From the mouth
Like the clam ...
What treasures could be better heard
When all the world
Spoke Love
The language of divine "Creation."
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
Papa, how long will you sit there?
Cavities, or trophies of wilder days. Keep kids off drugs, right?
Remnants of teeth rot between hills of lifeless grey flesh
Moist as the dust that stood to search (unsuccessfully) for fresh light
Nothing moves anymore
Except for the 41, Guyanese invertebrates scuttering around unfinished floors
All dirt, more like home than yours. They learned you long ago.
They wait for your chair to lift and continuously tire
Sometimes before the hours tip I hear you, or try to
You play the dances in your head
Just like swallowed tangos and serenades for mama
She always said you could sing
I fought for the top of your feet
My place, where my toes hold on tightly so I’d never slip away
Just like I gripped wrinkles in your smile, pulling me down
Down past moonless flights. No such pedestal stood.
Mid-yawn, we breathed in springtime
I left a piece for you, buried in an injection
I lost my crown that day. Pads of my hands warmed as I sunk my
Head lower into the crook of my elbow, waiting for melted snow.
I'd cover furrowed brows in blue ink, sometimes black
Grinning under the blotting recipes for tomorrow.
“I’ll love you always, princess! Love, Papa”
Later, words I’d beg to forget
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
ESCUTCHEON: Tuesday September 17th, 2019 at 09:41 PM writes:
oh please…no more fluff for the stuffy…blah, blah, blah
REPLY:
its so dank in here – do you mind moving over?
ESCUTCHEON:
have to go anyway, its late and kinda artsy for fancy yum yums like me ... so derivative like.
REPLY:
ha, ha, ha ya mean so loosely fitting that it ‘palls me ***** cheerios girls, as the Telegraphers say
ESCUTCHEON:
cornflakes, potatoes, silk chiffon ribbons, any french layer cake will do for you lot…btw working me times table
REPLY:
since you (men)tion it, hee, hee, kah, kah, (cough)(spits out loose tooth).
ESCUTCHEON:
rolls around with five men until sparkling clean. Just like all the men *** known, T. Hee (she wahnts five x =’s 45)
REPLY:
leave it alone pal (3plus10)
ESCUTCHEON:
yeah or just leave. this restaurant is for invertebrates and finger stats and rind rats
cafe french is stupid. and quit pointing that thing at me
it feels like two flutes in the back
i ho(p)e everyone just turns out to vote (for me!) (aside to self – how does one thought supersede another (self to aside – withering like self-replicating worms - it's sequential, isn’t it?))(parens within parens)
huge thugs. good work all. take 5 (6-1=3)
REPLY:
he's drunk.
ESCUTCHEON:
blood everywhere
meh, just on the napkin...thank g-d
Geesh, Im surprised he could keep (alive) that long (plus 0 minus 0)
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Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC
Under the house
In the crawlspace
The moist Earth littered with the bones of small mammals,
And infested with a multitude of invertebrates,
I low crawled through soiled Earth to replace the water line as an unwillful apprentice under an impatient master.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
Varied species of the kingdom
Across our earthly home
From sponges to the octopus
Without a backbone
Laying small eggs
Or a centimetre long
Astounding invertebrates
There outer skin is strong
Upon an organism
There they choose to lay
Eggs for a food source
Paralyse their prey
As the insect grows
So rapidly within
A time of which to moult
Remove their outer skin
The expanding colony
Survival of the team
Young bees evolving
From a single queen
Shed their exoskeleton
Insect crawling out
Expansion of their wings
Body drying out
Beginning as larvae
From the eggs they hatch
Dramatic transformation
Metamorphosis match
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
I'm so deep I hit the floor
here's where continents rise
I'm practically the bottom
but I mean the opposite
Sea stars and squids
pretty little invertebrates
are the only things here
'cause no light shines at all
I'm freezing without being frozen
and tough enough to crush
They thought I was the end
till they found my friends
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
If it's 'in the blood'
does it make things easier?
does it make things good?
He cogitates on
the city and the
invertebrates
the chinless
spin more
spineless
wonders,
but wonders if
he's being too cruel.
The crooked and the bent
the managers of the
management,
the rent's due and
now you may wonder
too
is he mad?
deranged?
could this all be changed
in the blink of a..why?
Off to the right of me
sit a woman in black and she
may be the sign of things to come.
concentration is the key to it
getting 'lit'
closes more doors.
Someone's birthday?
'for he's a jolly good..show
up and sign in
and that's the way life's
going.
I'll be going too,
but not
when you're least
expecting.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC