"openshut" poems
i am openshut basket case.
a real cool hand luke
who throws febrile shade
on all
the things.
step on the corona of my silhouette
and i wet gods red
with bottled up passive agro tactics.
king.
crown.
thrown
into
this ****
i didnt ask for it;
so, now im asking
for it.
i like to think i was,
once upon
a slick timespace,
******* whole -
instead of
flipped chan-
nel;
snow s t a ti c,
no signal;
running TVly
with bulls that pushpull the cool
that keeps me
from editing me out
with metallic deletes.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
images brim
inside my
lonely, worried head.
things.
all the
t h i n g s
need
to be done
all the time.
i know.
but i
petrify
like a tree slip;
now tipped over,
asked to lay down;
horizontal to this,
death's opened fist.
and then,
all those lightyears
spooled along the edge of the rush
come lit with a sound
so furiously felt
it -somehow- passions forth
a small being, breathing
from ways milky forever.
and i
place it,
upright,
in the palm of your
hurt hand,
semi-curled openshut, and
sorta tilted;
as if to say, idunnoifishould..
... but you do know.
and it will grow up
and down
and around,
where it will thrive till shone tumble and wilt.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC