"nox" poems
all aluminum alloy ammo
bane bat brakes badly basters back bones
come call cthulhu Cristo cuz
dead ********** dominate de download
even elven eternal endowments
fail frivolously flaming for fair fraudulence
grant good goggles give grandiose gratuity
how hella homeboys have how he has
If I ignore I implicate its implore
jack jacks jacks
kay killla kooks krack
LAPD locks la lackeys
maybe mom made mad monoxide
no, no natural nix NOx neutralizes
oh over overt opp only overlay orphic
please protest politely panic pretenses perpetuity
quiet quivers quiet queens
remember rage reaps reciprocity
so sour sits supplanters sat
to tell them to tare trail *** tat?
universal unhappiness underlays under us
victory validates victors vanity
why warble when winners wont waste worry wanting
x-axis x-rays Xerophagy Xanax Xanthorroea
you yodel yonder yet yahweh's yells Yarrish
zero zag zealots zoos
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 4:40 AM UTC
Looking up at the full Moon
the closest it comes this year
out on my deck after work
through my childhood telescope.
A full Moon through a telescope is really something to behold;
Especially when the Moon appears
up to 14% larger and 30% brighter
than it does on the dimmest of full Moons.
-
T'ai Chi basking in the Moonbath;
The Sky dimly fluoresces in chilled Air
as Landscape glows with moonlit Auras;
This is truly a magical near-annual moment.
(Supermoons happen about every 14 full Moons)
I thank you; Moon and Night.
I thank you; Khonsu and Nephthys.
I thank you; Selene and Nyx.
I thank you; Luna and Nox
Happy Supermoon 2013.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
There is a certain mystique about Essex County where Wiccan boutiques smite the eyes with linguistic confusion.
Salaam reminds me of cold meat and Shalom reminds me of Welsh breakfasts even though the 1700s knew nothing of peace.
So, now that we almost reach the threshold of Spring Aequus Nox, I commend Julius Caesar for his respect towards atmospheric refraction.
We need to talk.
Come on, and let us delve into classical and mythological philosophies where games of death are an aphrodisiac with a sprinkling of risqué.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
poems are like the seasons,
constantly changing yet always beautiful in their own way--
ironic, tragic, sadistic, blasphemous.
i can smell the sweet scent of the crescent moon
as it's cold white rays dance across my eyes,
around my head, in one ear and out the other
so quickly that a whistling whisper reverberates inside my dome,
yet unknown to me was the feeling of fleeing--
running away to a land of John and Jane Doe's,
nobodies to me, though somebodies to themselves, I suppose.
here we would sit, regressing our last lines,
of crescent moons, yet now the sun shines.
how can it be?
such a social tragedy, to escape and relate
life as it was to the life chosen to take.
no more "dudes", "dawgs", crude words or flaws--
just life as we know it, no need for applause.
the dying days of life astray have taught us and led us on our way
to the tundra of thunder, it crashes down and haunts us,
once cold, no light, now steaming and much too bright.
go ahead, raise me to the Heavens,
i dread the day my angels no longer beckon,
"His path is now set, we can intervene no longer."
demons will rise in rupturing riptides
as Hell freezes over, yet flames override.
Carpe Diem, Carpe Nox,
i've seized the seasons squealed the silver fox.
the crescent moon looked down that day,
upon us all, upon the choices we made.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
Truth? a lewd's you
in known certain terms:
whether veins, when drowned
hawks a gin (loomin’)
a shin splinters as
mines bore on; why ‘ol
car bonfires grow tired
of a pack o’ lips’ wisp ring,
*“Hydra Djinn—
Sine diem purgare nox.”*
Redeem and weep
in tents, faces & phrases
met a fizz[i call]y
drunk in jest id bouts
wrested liver's tried & tested [buy con-
testant after contest-
ant] where West lids gaze
in two, the joy of the flame
hungry's gasping for air
[nothing's becoming] bright
berthed of ash-end tombs
lit up in the night.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC
Tempus Fugit:
Nought is eternal,
Nox is ephemeral,
And
The Charred Canvas
Of
The Night Sky
(Noctis Lucis Caelum,
Scala Ad Caelum)
Bedarkened & besmirched, bespeaks
A
Love-Worn Wayward, Wayworn.
In the
Citadel
Of mine
Temporal Heart
Time
Streams infinitely
As an
Exhalation of The Ethereal One.
The Chronology of
The Arbiter of Fates
Shalt Destine,
Herald Eternitas
Upon
The Phantasmagoric Horizon
Of
Mine Mind's Sky
Wondering
Upon
Days of Yore.
(The Hither,
The Thither,
And
The Morrow.)
These
Luminescent Children are
Are born
To wax Luminaries
Then,
Wax Nebulous
For all eternity.
O, Metempsychosis;
Born of
Edicts Unseen,
Of that
Which was,
Is,
&
Will Be.
(For
All things
Are
Circular & Cycling,
Existentially.)
We were conceived
Infinitely
To
Infinity
And beyond.
Let He, Let She
Whose
Ears & Eyes
Of
The Unuttered Anima
Be unstopped, unfurled
To resonations:
Deep within.
The Emerald Lifestream Anew
Dost begin.
The Sovereign of Songbirds sings
Esprit d' amour
To those who wait.
(Se' Lah.)
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
I am the daughter of the moon,
And those I love cannot see me,
Because they don't care to look
At what is hard to see.
I am the daughter of the moon,
I come and go with the tide.
The coyote is my brother,
We mourn and howl side by side.
I am the daughter of the moon.
I spend most nights hiding in the shadows,
The new moon can't find me
When I feel so hollow.
I am the daughter of the moon,
I am made up of constellations.
You can't see me because
Everyone else shines so bright in preparation
For all the good things they'd rather
Find
Without the promise
Of the moon in mind.
I am the daughter of moon.
I am made up with Latin words that fill my head,
Like nox, lux, and silentium.
I am the daughter of the moon,
Who had a white worry-stone
With words painted across it
To remind me not to scream.
I am the daughter of the moon,
And you can't see
Me.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
I spent the day with you, waiting for the Sun to set; that I might kiss you in the darkness it left behind.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 6:45 AM UTC
In the small hours,
alone with my thoughts of you,
I feel you touching me.
I feel your warm skin softly nestle
next to mine
as Nox wraps us in
her dark embrace.
Breathing as one,
we silently explore
the landscape of us.
There are no words for this learning.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
The air in this room
Is asphyxiating
But the sunlight is
Too bright outside
And I am far too sad
Inside
And this feeling
Is like cold hands
Grasping
My heart.
So I'll wait and I'll fade
Into the night
A slight figure
In the fog
And walk under the
Sallow light of street lamps
Pretending that my darkness
Will fade into
the black of the sky
If I allow it to slip away
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
Darkness consumes me during the day
Leaves me empty without say
Asking it kindly with a whisper at night,
Make my pupil small,
Remove my cornea light.
Mentation pushing me 'round
In a mess is where I wound
The mental screen
Refuses to reveal itself
To the iris of this very teen
Full sockets begging to be closed
Understanding is disclosed.
Held open in custody,
Hauntingly alert
I wish for somebody.
To create a path so clear
For the darkness I do not fear
In promise of a reverie
In waiting of Nox
Slip me into lethargy
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC
Sleep - Oh my dear friend why do you hide
midst the turbulent brooding that twist
and tumble within my fatigued mind?.
Come, let slumber kiss my heavy eyes,
whilst Luna roves the scene Nox has spread,
waken for me Somnus from his bed
to still thoughts and words erratic chase,
till Morpheus dreams then takes their place:
thence to grant me slumbers precious peace,
Come - settle my mind: Please - let me sleep.
3.30AM ©Michael C Crowder @scorsby
15th February 2021
May 3, 2023
May 3, 2023 at 10:50 AM UTC
They call me Subject B.
Belly full with the pills
they fed me, still hungry,
legs pumping
to pendulum this swing,
inside a playground
that ignores my miming,
shrieking and throwing feces,
at hairless beings who nox me.
Dreaming of melting
the swing's chain, I fly
feet dangling over
cages of sick chimpanzees,
to a distant galaxy
that grows banana trees.
Awaken I see
empty syringes strewn
outside the crisscrosses
of my cage, trenchcoats
storm like flurries.
I still cannot read my nameplate.
I hope on my swing,
pumping my legs
back and forth,
back and forth,
back and forth —
glassy eyes watering.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
When the sun’s rays fade
And darkness shade
Covers the stars
Shuts out the light
And here I am
Shaking with fright
As the demons inside me wake
Haunting me their hands take
Away
Pieces of hope
Pieces of happiness
Pieces of my soul
Leaving me anxious and awake
Trembling with fear I shake
As I watch shadows
Silhouettes of my biggest nightmares
Slither their way across walls
Looming over me
Laughing at me
Mocking me
As my soul quakes
My heart aches
Tears pour down
Empty into lakes
Puddles of sorrow
Pull me down
Watch me drown
As they beckon to me
Call out to me
Beg me
What choice do I have
So I follow
Take a spin
With the monsters
Let them decide my fate
After all
I don’t want to be late
For the last date
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
***** water sky,
Trees dipped in ebony ink,
Night, my lover now.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Little feathered beast, come settle down to sleep.
Latticing branches will take you far from here.
Learn 'til naught's left for the cerebral to reap.
Seek divinity of shadow, gain Nox's ear
Noxious curiosity, potent and deep.
Darling, elfin wolf: your song they long to hear.
Those silly creatures, they pry and they ****
Your beauty transcending your cries, to them odd.
A century 'mongst saplings -same of blood, not time.
Children of the night, curious and divine
Sought the mystique wielding both reason and rhyme.
Memories of Eden, on seraph you dine.
Romani wisdom you reverently mime.
Morn their gyve and sharpen your tine.
Lithe lycan, shadows claim, demure your sole crime
'Surely something as so must be stitched or sewn.
Such a thing mustn't be of nature's own.'
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
What solace is there in darkness?
When angels never leave the light
For their doors so bright dissolve at night
And then the demons come to call.
When awareness slips to slumber
The mind unfettered won’t stay calm
When Nox recalls - I relive it all
I must feel the pain once more.
How many more nights must I dread
How long will I be forced to see
When will the memory be kept from me
I don't want to cry anymore
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 2:20 PM UTC
three years ago
i had a broken heart
and i didn't know you
but i asked you for help
and you were there
here we are today
roles reversed
and you told me
i'm lonely
and i layed in bed
and cried for you
i sent you all the hope
and all the love
i had within me
but did you feel it at all
i want you to be okay
because you're my friend
and i love you dearly
you deserve to be okay
even more than okay
i hope you know
i think of you
*ying to my yang
lumos to my nox*
and i pray you're okay
and i send you my love
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
how many think in the deep night
shared thoughts between unfamiliar faces
pondering plights, pleasures, pities
reliving past memories
imagining perfect situations
desiring peaceful rest
how many think in the deep night
alone, united by unseen connections
wishing to be heard, to hear
the deep night thoughts
shared between restless minds
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 4:09 AM UTC
Captain
Is such an abrasive term
Call me zebra instead
Call me every other weekend
Salute the system
Or form a mutiny
As disciples of Moby ****
Just be sure rank and file
Are futile
Everything now is beautiful
Rainbirds
Caged in your barbed-wire heart
Jaded feather friends
In migration
Tasting shapes
And drawing blood
From artistic wings
As freedom of flyway must
Still belong to the rule
Everything now is beautiful
Hopscotch
On sorted sidewalks
Ride the escalator instead
Up one floor
To the mezzanine
That panders to
The perversions of quiet girls
Innocence outshines
Experience
When the hemisphere is
Short on lifeboats
And late for school
Everything now is beautiful
The missing world
Beneath our feet
Is what the ocean
Tells us about ourselves
"From swerve of shore
To bend of bay"
Check the notes
In the margin
Postcards and maps
Depicting these dazzle ships
And the angry waters
They chart
Are always of
Skinny-dipping
Sea vessels
Her mons and ponds
Face-up
And full frontal
Everything now is beautiful
Dove taking
Swan keeping
We've power against dreams
We've articles of war
So this line is expendable
An anguish languish
Deep deep down
Turning with the wave
Against the sound
Where we sailed on from one love
To find another
As usual
Omnes una manet nox
(One night is awaiting us all)
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
I.
our toes sift the smoke-seared carpet,
together. i watch them, twenty
white mice, burrowing into
nonexistent holes.
your toes
are next to my toes.
i can't believe you're here.
II.
still, i keep you at my throat;
still, i know the press of your lips;
still, the scar on my hip
is a magnet for your palm.
only one season has passed.
did we expect our bodies
to turn traitor
so soon?
III.
under vellux and linen,
we leave pools of heat:
every cell a sin,
we, the king and queen
of fire.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
moon-soaked renegade
Morpheus riding shotgun
the ivory and the horn
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
One does not scale then claim
the ancient mountain
Nor by pretension tame the sea
Sate the deep fire’s searing fountain
Noble, though futile attempts be.
Blood, sweat stained, predatory
Alone infernum, lux ignis I stand.
I fight with no hope for victory
Mine crimson staccato metronome,
life’s sweet stain on desert sand.
Dispassionate, Fire’s breadth consuming all
Whilst ever hollowing from within;
Cracked lips cachinnate the brazen gall,
Endeavoring as healers’ medicine.
Adrift till the last ember chokes,
emptied all of malice and slaughter,
Peace be that last repose, my nox aquis,
to be embraced by night upon the water.
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
vaguen
(Samuel Beckett, notation on MS of Happy Days)
I
Fire comes bouncing in from the
desert a threat to houses Here’s
what we do says the King to
Rudyard Kipling who is visiting
Stuff wet rags in the eaves throw
the silverware in the swimming
pool And my letters Rudyard
Kipling is thinking will you be
pressing my letters to your
breast as we skid towards
the car Truly diverse people
the King and Kipling one or
the other was always getting
his feelings hurt Above them
a strip of once blue sky now
dark adust
II
Nowadays there are technicians
of despair you can work at it
Going to the Buddhist study
group I pass a thin crumpled
man at a wall his face on the
bricks Behind him another big
black city legs wide apart roaring
Say you aren’t stupid then why
aren’t you happy
III
New guy at the Buddhist study
group Eyes cut to bits I want
he keeps saying So I don’t get
so he keeps saying A bunch
of sage grass has blown onto
his head and grown down into
his mind He shakes hands with
everyone over and over again
at the door
IV
I had previously been to
the Old South Thirty minutes
into the faculty dinner a man
to my left drops his eyes and
his voice says he murdered his
brother with a shotgun when
he was twelve The other diners
appear to have heard this
before On the plane home I
sit across from a vet with a
falcon on his lap It observes
the other passengers severely
Drinks apple juice from a
cup with very small silver
lips
V
At twenty-eight thousand feet
above the uncarved block of
NY state a cricket jumps onto
my coat Vaguen it says
Anne Carson currently teaches at NYU and will publish a handmade book called NOX in 2010. She is the author of Autobiography of Red, Plainwater, and other books of poetry, non-fiction, and mixed genre.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC