"milkyways" poems
tootsie pops, pop rocks, rock candy
sweet tarts, smelly farts, war-heads, sour patch kids
reeses pieces, reeses stix, snickers lickers
fudge pile, chocolate smile, peanut butter bile, sugary style
baby ruths, almond joys, soy bean sauce, creamy steam
ill give u a payday, mayday, hay tastes good with parfai
milkyways stay gay to play games with sunrays
icing splicing with knife dicing
makes cakes, cook steaks, rumcakes
****** sprinkles, rip van winkle, diddily dinkle
gummy worms, germs impregnate firm, permed urns
angel food, carrots, pineapple upsideways
fruits, ***** parachutes, scooters, jello shooters
goobers, corn on the cobbers,
veggie wedgies, pepper leppers, squash boxes,
fry foxes, fleet rocks', carrot tops',
dishes of fishes,
witches brew platypus and fat kush
pushy slushies riding skateboards on gary busy
fussy hussies getting blushy about cussies
cereal made of creoles, bread straight from dreads,
rice is nice with spice, yeast is beast,
last but not least, wheat is a treat,
kiwis, shmiwis, dodos on go phones, starfruits,
bartlejuice, grape drank, sushi stinks.
ill eat anything.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
time moves forward
winding through galaxies
coursing through milkyways
pulsing through universes
hanging on heartbeats
yesterday, today and tomorrow
happening concurrently
burned onto disks stacked on top of each other
lifetimes skipping tier to tier
peeking through veils of reality
scoping inward to Brownian motion
zooming outward to life’s whole
energy flowing freely through meridians
navigating congestion and voids
finding balance in life’s peaks and valleys
like electrocardiograms
my lifereadings on paper
lately I’ve been flatlining
routines can be boring
drudgery stagnates
maybe I’m just physically tired
maybe I’m tired of life
caught behind a rock in a river
awaiting a cataract to break me free
and restore the song of life’s flow
maybe I’m an insignificant speck of dust
a blip off life’s radar
or maybe the smallest piece of jigsaw
is an equal part of the whole
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 10:41 AM UTC
At the bus station
grizzled men eat Milkyways
watching
runaways squeak around
in too-tight jeans
and babies cry to Jackson Browne
while we all read the National Enquirer
and wait.
On the bus mothers shift
bags and kids around in messy piles
the empty wrappers tell stories
while Willie Nelson competes
with static to sing in rhythm
with windshield wipers
and cigarette butts
tally the miles.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
TRAI only feel that your complete,
Too good be true or believe,
Seeing milkyways from twenty steams,
To feel the love all over me,
I only feel that you find peace,
Tribal dance , come dance with me,
Mind and soul to feel alive,
Only if you feel alive with me,
W&F;started with a whisper,
Now a blank tease,
Living life to the fullest,
Comes surely,
But very slow,
As a snail,
We play with it til it's frail,
Summer sun on our skin,
Beaches can fulfill,
And if we'd run out of process,
To think,
The sun refills,
Regenerative and generous,
They lay besides us in dark times,
But you need the help of your friends to take up all your time,
Real ones will do the most for you if they got the time,
Time is on our side,
Let's live it right.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
I love this moment.
So involved.
With you.
Under the blanket of love.
You moved.
Like dancing milkyways
that caught me
--- craving more touch
with timeless gentleness;
begging for another kiss
that stole my breath
and put my mind
out of everything
but your grace.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
I'm having a hard time
Fanthoming your moods into constellations
Your freckles are not stars
And your eyes hold no galaxies
Faraway places have never left their mark on you
Finger-tip traces never bring forth Milkyways
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
The moon shone like pizza,
spinning in the endless sky
above the four forever friends
lying on a scratchy striped towel,
trying to navigate the stars
and find their way back
to Milkyways and pick-up games,
screaming out Part Of Your World!
desperate to turn 21 back to 5,
and the distance roars.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC