"outerspace" poems
son spreads knee blood into ******* &/or
sidewalk chalk.
mixes reds to pinks with head cracking asphalt.
of god & country.
of soggy bread in a lunch-bag; snackpack readied.
he skates.
the concussed ****** of booming youth.
omega he:
to the wolf pack outers.
breathing love of summer, he
is the son drunk on hi-c
& burping.
watching teenaged supersoakers yodel
on a bridge.
florida.
son sneaks out late to rationalize
the city’s features
under strange light & love of nightly people.
boy sculpts body out of beast,
turned dark corners.
arrives swollen.
his father erects a roofed flattop in the backyard slab
with flood light electronics taught to worship
the shred.
mother rattles the blender
on the kitchen outskirts, ***** breathed
& nearing with hugs.
blister-itched.
glossed folds of scar tissue.
those days on summer-beyond when the neighborhood pulsates.
with satellite dishes tuneforking high-frequency vibrations
from outerspace & pigeons explode.
son’s ears bleed, &
the television goes unwatched.
he snaps plank & ankle protein, refurbishing
his legs into iron-rods
or wands of summer anthem.
cold war.
he empties sugar-sweat & toxins
into the storm-drain.
essence of wet heat, skin pinched, & friend
of ghosts.
a three legged dog lay in the shade
leisurely watching the boy skate
on endless.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
Bodies soar through Outerpace
Kissing their stars though a little too far to Taste
The Milky Way fell like Silk waterfalling down our Shoulders
Delicate, Light, and Slick
We are in our own Solar System
Flying circles around our Radiating Sun
As we whisper Buonanotte to that Eternal Night
We shout Buongiorno to the Beautiful new Day.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
☆。★。☆。★
。☆ 。☆。☆
★。＼｜／。★
Steal away my oxygen
Can't breathe when I'm next to you
Let me envelope you like a note,
Gravitate closer, be your atmosphere
Pull me around you like a warm jacket
Button me in
To keep out the cold
Of the night
Look at the
Constellations
Aren’t they so bright?
But, you know what I think?
The most beautiful skies
Are inside of your eyes
Stop, don’t blink
Let me sink a little deeper
I don’t need a telescope to see
That supernova
Expanding infinitely
Like a ripple that a pebble makes
The clicking shutter
That takes all of me in
Houston, we have a problem
I can’t escape this black hole
It’s pulling me in
I’ll reach out into that darkness
Brave all of your ice and coldness
For that little cosmos with veins of gold;
Shades of blue,
Green and brown,
So simple,
Nonjudgmental as a penny
That’s been left out in the rain
Many times before
Once more
I’ve caught your glancing flit
Asteroids approaching
I take a direct hit
Falling endlessly, consumed
Among the billions of stars in your eyes
Like Major Tom, I would accept that fate,
To float in limbo
Lost in that space
Out of sight
If worm holes existed
I’d sink through all that
Depth,
Come through the other side
And find that alternate universe--
The dimension where you would have me.
There is no corner of space to call home without you
Three.
Two.
One.
Lift-off.
★。／｜＼。★
。☆。 。☆。
☆。 ★。 ☆.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
*Outerspace is my only liberation
To break these chains that hold me earthbound
I am a prisoner of this soil
These green eyes wilt
And the light inside dies
These lungs choke on the smog
Of these dusty streets
Give me up to the sky
The only place where my wings are free
And I can fly*
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
What if one day,
Luck is for the weak ones
For the teenagers in highschool
That get bullied every
Single
Day
For the kids that can't play
Because they have to work
And they don't even know
How to be young
For the adults that are getting
Threated like animals
For the older people around us
That simply are
Forgotten
For the unborn
That can't choose their home
For the people on our planet
That aren't that lucky
Who cry themselves to sleep quite often
That miss someone so much
They've lost themselves
In their search for happiness
Because after every hurricane
There are still drops
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
~
*This isn't happening
all of the sudden
we need to close the beaches
and call in sick
Don't cry again teargas
it's not your fault
don't get hot there gun
you gave it your best shot
Song and dance, weekend warrior
soothe your soul
with a little radio friendly fire
The forest can be petrified
the sea wild
working without a mask
is both, you know
It's quite out of this world
but you haven't
really seen outerspace
until you've had DayQuil
with dissociatives
Then you take hot trips
to odd places
like an international
convenient store
where they're always
out of Africa and milk
I wish Monday mourning
would go jump off a bridge
I wish taco Tuesday
would become a festive holiday
nevertheless, our girl Friday
is always good for the job
The weight has lifted
the wait has (week)ended
the search for
my socks and sanity
can now kick off*
~
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 9:21 AM UTC
human detritus deaf to empathy
misanthropes bound by apathy
just above the dotted line we
signed our own death warrants
guilty as charged
existential and intellectual suicide
we'd rather gouge out our eyes
bury our heads in the sand
than give a moment's pause to
consider our own arrogance
**** sapiens
we carved our legacy into the globe
and we will rest in the husk
of a massive unmarked grave
a solitary chunk of floating rock
adrift in outerspace
"the fate of every successful species
is to wipe itself out"
can we harness the courage to turn away
from our vapid lives before it's too late
can we unplug our minds from the machine
extricate ourselves and learn to breathe
with lungs instilled through millennia of
evolution before we suffocate in ennui
humanity is on life-support
it's tempting to pull the plug
let Mother Nature reclaim her earth
from an entitled race of
self-destructive fools
coddled from childbirth but
there is a nascent impulse that
echoes in every heartbeat
living within our blood
to regard one another with the new eyes
science has built each of us
no longer can we trust self-styled
leaders of the free world
the impetus rests within the crux
of self-acceptance
anarchy is the litmus test
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
All poets
Are in love with the moon
Romanticizing the mystery of outerspace
On a cold, lonely eve
To look up at the night sky
And sigh
At the glimmer of friendship
The sliver of hope
The reflection of love
Hanging next to the stars
Sometimes, I sigh
Remembering
The moon is nothing but a rock
Stuck in orbit
Stealing a poet's love.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
I need to clean this slate
Whipe away the chalk trails of my mistakes
I need a clean slate
Chalk's never been so impossible to erase
It's there to stay
To send my mind to outerspace
Spelling out the things I did not say
Every word fits on this deafening chalk board
Spelling out the only words I chose to hoard
"I need you..."
My mind reads it like my lips have said it before
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC
'°
Somewhere in the outerspace
strange people were buying
land on the Moon, Mars and
even Venus.
Pluto was afar,
remote and not a real thing!
At All
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
I need to clean this slate
Whipe away the chalk trails of my mistakes
I need a clean slate
Chalk's never been so impossible to erase
It's there to stay
To send my mind to outerspace
Spelling out the things I did not say
Every word fits on this small chalk board
Spelling out the only words I chose to hoard
"I need you..."
My mind reads it like my lips have said it before
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC
Oh my God my heart is slamming
Off the walls in squishy thuds,
Oh my God my mouth is jamming
All my words are wordy muds -
Muds? Muddles!
I’m befuddled!
Watch my lips all slobberdrool!
My big black lungs are outerspace!
THYROID STORM!
Sounds
So
cool!
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
This is it, right, the major leagues
Big crowd, No tee
I was never good at sports
I think it’s because I was always afraid
The ball would hit me in the face
But that’s what it does-life, right?-it hits you in the face
How can you know how wonderful it is
Unless your hands are open to catch it?
But my shoes were always untied
and my mit didn’t fit right
and I bumbled in right field like a
blind honey bee
Buzzing in my own world
My own thoughts
I would look up at the sky and
wonder who was up there
swimming in the great blue
upside down pool
****
I was hit by the ball
Reality knows when to dig her claws
“Baker, what the hell are you doing”
Brought back to the team by
The red faced coach who couldn’t
kick me out of the little league
What good are dreams anyway?
The thoughts that float up to outer space
There’s no air in outerspace
To breathe
So what good are my dreams
That go to die
If I could tie a tether to the thoughts
That spill out from my temples
And hold on to them like balloons
Maybe they could do some good
But in trying to anchor the ascending
I’ll end up floating away myself
Wouldn’t it be better if I cut the tethers
And just played the game
The man up there swimming
Will keep on swimming
He doesn’t care if I stop to say hello
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
The atoms around me are exploding
My body is eroding
Every particle of me is floating
It's all in my DNA coding
Starting my ascent
This I will not circumvent
Now I'm out in outerspace
Up to the great fates
The vibrant colors around me swirl
I'm no longer a person, no longer a girl
I am particals, I am pieces, I am atoms
Floating around like a phantom
Ground down so much I am star dust
Pushed along by the cosmic gust
Destined to land in another galaxy
Far away from all the inhumanity
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
We estimate a teen gets a ***** stuck up his or her **** every four seconds.
Vacuous air space remains in the ****** for some time afterwards.
Oh yeah. Up my *** Up my *** Up my *** A lit candle–up my *** A firecracker, a finger, a thumb–up my *** An egg. A vibratin' egg. A scrambled egg.
Well, yeah, my *** may be big, but I don't recall a song ever being written about your flat one. Interesting!
It really does smell like something crawled up my *** and died.
It is even more disquieting to find mold growing, pink splotches – Are they from outerspace?
*** angel wings, like the kind they got in greeting cards and **** float over to 'em, I'm floating, cause I'm dead.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
Merry Christmas and all that
Do put on your tinsel hat
Humour does not go amiss
To one and all blow a kiss.
Rules are for some - not for all
Well! this is quite a close call
Remember to doff your hat
Aye, the Queen can greet the cat.
Twinkling stars and fairytale
Flying carpets never fail
From all our eyes drop the scales
Re-mix and spare the details.
Living in a "Wonderland":
My eyes can feel grit and sand
Like floating in outerspace
With a mask across my face.
Earth has had a thorough shake
The world is due a re-make
We'll see what lands on the top
For success, failure or flop.
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 8:11 AM UTC
eyes in nights are open,
no sleep and heart is broken,
tears falling one by one,
love is rolling down & i am burnt,
now liquid causing fire but no smoke,
it all happens when trust broke,
then little-little things we remember,
bright mirror shines but the image is blurr,
because eyes are ful of tear,
strings of music touches the heart,
lyrics of sad songs fall apart,
in ears,
coldness develops within soul,
and the soul plays the actual role,
of a broken feel of love,
hands wiping the cheeks,
and vocal cord bleaks,
room is empty as like heart,
a blank paper defines the crumbled picture drawn in mind,
then the worst needed thing is liquid wine,
walls become the screen of eyes,
slowing picture of past happy times,
hattered from light become general,
and black colour make peace in my heart's funeral,
thoughts go beyond outerspace,
ashes fall on the ground but makes the trace,
glass of water stops and falls fro hand,
mind explores the empty dark land,
tears again starts flowing,
vic versa all these hapens and makes
drawing
of broken heart,,
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
Sometimes I
Go to Neptune
To sing a little song
Or hum a little tune
I don't know why i go there but i do
And I went to Mars
The other day
Wasn't much there
I have to say
But i was sure a long way away from you
If you want to check my movements,
Look into space
And there you'll see
That the outerspace mover is me
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 2:02 AM UTC
you went like rockets that day
up and up and up
until you drifted in outerspace
waiting
for a star to burst apart
dust by dust,
light by light
oblivion by
oblivion
waiting,
for them to unravel
like you unr a v e l e d
tracing the outer rim of your
asteroids, you
wandered
into every constellation in this
existence, take them by their hand
left them wanting and
scorched
craters littered your heart, filled
with asteroids belt
burying the starlight,
rings a shade of sorrow
you made your moon black, and
you said you deserved it
Once,
a little planet said to you
that you have supernovas
behind your
eyes
only to see it die,
after
you told me,
in between light years,
that you are nothing but a comet
dying at the heart with nothing
left to
lose
but you forgot, a comet is beautiful
because it falls while burning
fighting to live, still
even when it knows it's
dying
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
i always need this some shape or some form of it
before the earth climbs out itskin
mad again leaves and leaves again
finds blood on the floor
and the door unopened
still lets all the creatures in
u could appreciate it
when it does happen and how it does it
on a purple hill with purple wind
the world convulses ugly in the palace of your limbs
alternate universe in some outerspace plastered
backforth+ untoward
the place where u leave too soon
and never come back to again
black black saliva
out of perfume mouth friends
while his backward antlers
charm red pale vampires
that he cannot handle
or begin to understand
there never was the right way
to measure immaterial worth
in such a fragile place
so ima empty this house while u burn it down
unable to giveinto change
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
He was so smooth,
The way he walked on over to me,
Wrapped me up in those strong arms,
And brought me close,
Whispering into my ears,
"Hey babe."
Just as I swoon,
He'll catch me before my knees buckle,
His chuckle echoing through the corridor,
My face alit with flames,
His with a sheepish,
Sneaky smile.
The dogs will bark,
The guards will holler and run.
He'll grab my hand,
And start to run,
Fast,
Faster away from the world,
And way up into outerspace,
Where we'll find our
Peace and quiet,
Where nothing will stop us,
Where we can finally come together,
And be
Us.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
Spent the night
Tasted starlight
Found satelite
But i didn't know what i got
Everything's not going like what it's like
Unsure that i'm not given up
Being the one that always forgot
Just like an astronaut
Crawling the night to find a new start
Saying "Hello" to the new gravity
Trying to solve a mistery
That maybe causing tragedy
No one gonna say sorry
Even you're rising fury
Hey, you there!
Yeah you, Mr. Hate
I was born from the way i've been treated
Snapped my finger and 'boom' i was fade
I thought i need some little escape
I try to find the final gate
And get out of this outerspace
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
other planets
other worlds
different galaxies
new worlds of fascination
deeper meaning
oceans on moons
with seasons unseen by the eyes of man
alien homes in outerspace
terrestrial but foreign and familiar
Beyond the realm of the known
but waiting so I can find it
and bring my love to it
And
I am a rocketship
flying in through the void
The darkest dark ever known
stuck in between galaxies
where no sun will rise
And no light will shine
I am a rocketship
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC