"mauls" poems
who, US?
by Michael R. Burch
jesus was born
a palestinian child
where there’s no Room
for the meek and the mild
... and in bethlehem still
to this day, lambs are born
to cries of “no Room!”
and Puritanical scorn ...
under Herod, Trump, Bibi
their fates are the same —
the slouching Beast mauls them
and WE have no shame:
“who’s to blame?”
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 2:08 AM UTC
vague games enable and our liturgies co-mingle in an inkling of the I.
your mind succumbs to the soul. the rabid rain is ironic and the font you spell ' god ' with
is all scrawl and scrumptious. you lump this dream into your dolphin of Delphi
and squeak cute symphonies of deep brood.
you choose your Oblivion.
and that's how Angels kiss. they force the Word through your Animus
and greet your weakness with squinty eyes and Lion's breath.
you're the next best thing since that one thing that had no soul for god to play with.
it never complained. you might look and you might not see
what you're not supposed too. but i know you'll be happy with lemon-drops
and long dark naps.
that's how we do,
like a crispy pillow is a cloud with a lobotomy
and all my barbed wire is wine.
Like i'm the king of unbearable sublime. you anoint the fallen. i spike the punch, judy. you sunshine.
eulogies wet the pavement. darth mauls
the halls of our peril
and the dry
sparrows
you had no love but you had a thing that went thump
when you met her. and some other cocka-mamy thing.
and your narrow view
of the wide ha ha and the mute " **** this "
and why not?
we're all caught in the same frame and the gorgons are massive. you have to elect a hero to laugh at Death with and might get a girl.
you're nothing at all and that infuriates the reality you were dreamt with. you have no kin, but your family hasn't been.... you were unhinged
from the stark grim and the tide pool. why do you think i say things that ain't been language but has always been lingua nova ?
why would i lie ? this is the scepter of the vengeful design and the glee demons of first love sipping from a chalice of lost love
with closed eyes. this is the pier and the ocean. the dime store Picasso hanging the velvet Elvis with the perfect circles
with the little
cube inside...
aching for flamingos.
or not.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
me and the old lady
in our cabin, chillin
livin off the grid
livin off solar panels
and psychedelic drugs
roastin meat and
makin sweet love.
knock knock knock.
i turn to her in disbelief;
we live in the woods
south of nowhere
in a **** cabin
who could that be?
she huffs, shrugs
the knocking
intensifies
so i go
naked
to open it
(we're nudists)
it's a grizzly
ahhhh!
i freeze
but he's wearing
a suit, cradling
a briefcase
in his paws
what
the ****
he asks me
if i'm interested
in being mauled
i ask him
how can you talk
you're a bear right
and then he mauls us
and then i wake up
and it's just me,
my bed,
and my beloved
*****
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
I can see my friends' graves;
their names engraved
into unforgiving stone.
the flowers that Sherry's mother
will insist on bordering her date of death
are gaudy, and I can hear
the album Sherry puts on
when she hangs herself,
scratching out a death rattle.
I can see the bear
that mauls Matthew to death.
I can smell the sandwiches
he leaves outside his tent,
I can hear his sleeping breath
and my stomach grumbles
in time with the grizzly's.
Already, if I listen,
I can hear the lack of thought
pervading his comatose head.
at least the bear will finish him off
in a matter of minutes, and the pain
will be so intense that it is barely
pain at all; it's there, it hurts, but then
he's dead. I shake his hand,
I say, "nice to meet you."
he has
a firm grip.
Mike, it isn't you,
it's your heart disease.
And it's not that I'm not attracted to you, Skye,
but watching your entrails pour from a stab wound mid-coitus
kinda kills the mood.
I want to burn both my eyes out, Jenny,
so that I can't sea you drowning anymore.
Karen, I don't really care about you,
or your looming and eventually lethal diagnosis of type 2 diabetes,
so you can go ahead
and put your hands on me.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
Away from hills and away from mills,
Comes a child with no two eyes.
With its tiny hands blue and small mouth bled,
"There really can be no hope," they said.
It cries out loud, pulling at its rags
Carrying naught but stones and bones.
Throwing them with vigour (aiming at none!),
With its two eye sockets blind and dull.
But no people are there.
Naught but ghosts from antique towns
Resonating through the echoes of sand and crowns,
Shouting and laughing
Feeling not the stones,
Pretend to fall dead
As they chirp, chant, and dance.
~
As the memories distort,
A presence emanates from dust of broken mauls
Burying the ghosts in golden holes:
On beds of hard, cold, and mouldy bones
Whilst bestowing the child with eyes of ghost desert rose.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
I was the queen in quest of your dreaming teens
You were in race to trace my grace of beaming beauty
Your shower of love was to catch my fragrant flower
Life was like amusing laser show for a major glow
A fresh breeze of life I felt in your lifelong lease of love
Your fast love at first sight was forthright, I saw it so
Your love was on a broadband channel, I surmised,
On high frequency at matching wave length you promised
Love was in fairy air you craved, cared n’ carried thru’
I molded to your mauls, for I rejoiced your choice
I was mild and yielding as you stepped up wielding
Rendered and surrendered to your shabby game of love
You left the fruit of your lust in my lap in a decade’s gap.
Embroiled in undue deal, you now embraced
Unhealthy wealth than wealthy health
Lavish lust, peevish love and selfish life
Lo, love is to collate not to collide n’ collapse
I feel sad when our lad says my dad is bad
My love was one popped up from heart
Your love pepped up from crazy corner
The kid is keen to pick up your kiss
Welcome to hold me to your fold, don’t miss
All I need is your towering love
Not your quivering ivory tower.
All I wish you is not to rewind
Your tampered tape on kin akin
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
Monster's mingling
my mind may miss
more maps, more mail
May mustaches might mix mills
Maybe Mat might make marble masks
mopping Mandies mall
Men may make moats
moons make mauls
Apr 19, 2010
Apr 19, 2010 at 3:02 PM UTC
Was made of blood stained blades and tear stained cheeks,
Bated breaths trapped between warning footfalls,
The silent echo of your helpless shrieks.
Children locked in church bathrooms, circus freaks,
Disgraced, oh how laughter mentally mauls,
Was made of blood stained blades and tear stained cheeks.
We were called horrible things, worthless, weak,
They drowned it out, those noisy know-it-alls,
The silent echo of your helpless shrieks.
And oh, the way my thoughts, they used to leak,
Like poisoned water, roaring waterfalls,
Was made of blood stained blades and tear stained cheeks.
But you, so fierce despite being so meek,
Pushing down all your words, you used to crawl,
The silent echo of your helpless shrieks.
Today, I fight the words I didn’t speak,
And I’m sorry, I sat by, watched you fall.
Was made of blood stained blades and tear stained cheeks,
The silent echo of your helpless shrieks.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
Homeless love.
Tattered looks
Paper back books
Stolen moments of peace in a jungle of brick and motar
Stone and deep seeded money
We are the pennies of the society dropped and looked over spared a glance we are blighten a blight on a commericial society of prada bags
But we wear the tattered rags of humanity best left overlooked
Blaming it on the overlooked
They see us as they overcooked but they come to us in need place your order,but dont give to us
Pack mauls to your desire your disgust pale only to your addictive desire.. but i dont live here im just white girl passing thru.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
and the world will end, not with a bang
but a whimper
a simmer
a cry
a soft sound echoed through thoughtless walls
a trusty hounds screams retched out through countless mauls,
the humanized mother nature we've created has been branded
with logos,
so without us, the Starbucks oil rigs pulling black blood from our soil will collapse
the fields of fast-food will be left to rot,
the web etched network of roads will crack and loose luster
we are the earths bad ex girlfriend,
because when we go, it will sting for a bit
but after a little while, no one will even know that
*we
where
here*
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
The chaste heart bleeds
The blood of the hunt,
For a band of doe-eyed girls,
String our bows,
Allay our woes,
We follow you like spirits.
Who guides the tides?
Who saved our lives?
Who lights the feral forest?
Our moon goddess,
Diaphanous dress,
Howls sorrow for the stars.
A golden baby,
Sunshine spun,
Two archers intertwined,
“Your artful sister is heaven on earth.”
His arrow punctures breath,
She strikes the hart,
Pulls love apart
And mauls them all to death.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
They ****** incessantly in bathroom stalls.
Reeking heavily of forgotten Paul Mauls.
One day they both caught *****
From one of the porcelain slabs.
Or so both believed.
Making them relieved.
Since there was no extracurricular fun.
Committed on either one.
Problem was, they both were wrong.
Each had been a ********** for far too long.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
Playing a foghorn
for self-esteem,
is an ego trip.
The white tiger
mauls a cow,
beyond the audio.
You are shrinking―
now at the hands of
unqualified arms.
No need of any
funeral finale. The bones
are as white as the moon.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
Rage,
the only constant,
always there,
just beneath the surface,
waiting.
Waiting,
to pounce,
to maul,
to ****
I don't let it.
Well,
I don't let it hurt OTHERS,
but energy is energy,
it has to be burned off,
so it pounces,
it mauls,
it kills,
me.
Me,
the only one who suffers,
so that everyone else,
can live more happily,
it's a sacrifice,
one I make every day.
But...some days...
Why?
I wonder why I make that sacrifice.
And then I think,
about the charnel battlefields,
the rolling hills of men once living,
the terrors that are my birthright,
and I remember.
I will die from this someday.
I won't be able to contain it any more,
and I WILL die.
But I will not falter.
I may have a monster inside of me,
but I am NOT a monster.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
Fight for your life
Tear down your walls
Walk all over your problems
As every crumbling brick falls
Contending every insecurity
The endless battle mauls
Each day it continues
The same tiring brawls
Battered and beaten
Everyone covered in sores
Hurt and defeated
Dropping down on all fours
Laying motionless; defeated
While your insecurities still crawls
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
A broken heart fails,
Stunned in the absence of it's own strength,
The emotions fall to nothing and short of bliss,
The hole in your being grows,
The cancer of your emotions,
Atrophy the love for all it's good for,
The sin of your own foolish mind,
Burns your blood through rusted veins,
Ill of mind you stumble,
Dizzy off the drug of the soul,
Fiddle your fingers against the keys,
The sorrow rips the music into a storm,
Notes fly from the abyss inside,
Monsters tear and burst through your skin,
The apocalypse of your life is reborn,
Masked in the ever present visage of her,
She kisses your neck and mauls out your voice,
She caresses your chest and claws out your breath,
Torn asunder by the memory of her love,
You will fade into the ashes you've become.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
I was the queen in quest of your dreaming teens
You were in race to trace my grace of beaming beauty
Your shower of love was to catch my fragrant flower
Life was like amusing laser show for a major glow
A fresh breeze of life I felt in your lifelong lease of love
Your fast love at first sight was forthright, I saw it so
Your love was on a broadband channel, I surmised,
On high frequency at matching wave length you promised
Love was in fairy air you craved, cared n’ carried thru’
I molded to your mauls, for I rejoiced your choice
I was mild and yielding as you stepped up wielding
Rendered and surrendered to your shabby game of love
You left the fruit of your lust in my lap in a decade’s gap.
Embroiled in undue deal, you now embraced
Unhealthy wealth than wealthy health
Lavish lust, peevish love and selfish life
Lo, love is to collate not to collide n’ collapse
I feel sad when our lad says my dad is bad
My love was one popped up from heart
Your love pepped up from crazy corner
The kid is keen to pick up your kiss
Welcome to hold me to your fold, don’t miss
All I need is your towering love
Not your quivering ivory tower.
All I wish you is not to rewind
Your tampered tape on kin akin
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
The bear comes, mauls
You, eats your innards
Tearing you inside
And out. Until you forget
All the negatives and wish
You could get back to
How things were,
Your mind festers in the pain.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
I am the cutter
Carrying the blades to blaze a path
Sniping at the ends of what life gives me
I am never satisfied
I cut the food to fit my fight with life giving plight
Submitting
To the ones who can live to love scrap
Teach me how to care for unfinished crap
The cutter slashes branches like my gaze upon the earth
Why can't I see the beauty in daily destruction
Because it doesn't reach me
I have cut my reaches to you all
The cutter can not feel what their blade mauls
But can hear their feverish call
I promise to cut no more
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 8:20 AM UTC
I was the queen in quest of your dreaming teens
You were in race to trace my grace of beaming beauty
Your shower of love was to catch my fragrant flower
Life was like amusing laser show for a major glow
A fresh breeze of life I felt in your lifelong lease of love
Your fast love at first sight was forthright, I saw it so
Your love was on a broadband channel, I surmised,
On high frequency at matching wave length you promised
Love was in fairy air you craved, cared n’ carried thru’
I molded to your mauls, for I rejoiced your choice
I was mild and yielding as you stepped up wielding
Rendered and surrendered to your shabby game of love
You left the fruit of your lust in my lap in a decade’s gap.
Embroiled in undue deal, you now embraced
Unhealthy wealth than wealthy health
Lavish lust, peevish love and selfish life
Lo, love is to collate not to collide n’ collapse
I feel sad when our lad says my dad is bad
My love was one popped up from heart
Your love pepped up from crazy corner
The kid is keen to pick up your kiss
Welcome to hold me to your fold, don’t miss
All I need is your towering love
Not your quivering ivory tower.
All I wish you is not to rewind
Your tampered tape on kin akin
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
The entire room swirls violently,
My eyes follow accordingly: around and around,
They're not sound from all this hounding and, also,
My mind is ragged; torn apart from reality;
It's all a blur from which,
I find myself nauseous in my bed.
Nauseous:
Intoxicated by all the ingested foulness,
Which mauls my stomach without mercy,
For the shy prey;
It'll ravage all that peacefully opposes.
Now, stabbed by roses they'll be; and bleed they shall.
Puckered lips, dry mouth;
The halls are clear for the blitz to come,
Imposing, it hums a dreaded melody,
Referencing the glum future that awaits.
Meltdown:
Everything is on a breakdown;
The swirls become whirlpools, ******* my consciousness out;
The assault from inside runs rampant;
The down has sung, I'd say, and
I'm feeling nauseous, and it's no wonder why:
I swam too much in rotten waters, and they drowned me whole.
And now,
In a hole I'm perishing,
Vomiting and twirling impetuously,
Suffering eternally from all this disgusting uglyness.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
On stone currents an Angel left freeze
is a wooden vessel her guilt plies,
companion in trials is a Siamese,
toll reflecting in crossed eyes.
Floundered on rocks, vessel becalmed
wings behind wrapping up stage,
angled sprays leapt lives farmed,
men jostling into dark gauge.
Cumulus grey to brown surging green
turgid seas obscure dying calls,
wings of black shrouding scene,
bone breaking as rock mauls.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC