"oxidize" poems
Somewhere deep in the skies of Montana
a lonely street corner flickers
casting coded light
upon the distant albino hillside
It was once a great lake
of snow and ice and melt and
unseen by life
It drained and died
and its beautiful lakebed sands
became the hillside
again
to tumble and fall
into valley and time
again
there we built an impermanent road
we pave and pave
maintain
with trucks and slabs of dirt and grain
roaming those Roman roads
again
Somewhere deep in that heartland
the strings that pumped the musculature
of a dying nation
slowly giving way to a violent attack
from within
oxidize and pool
into great tides
to one day see the coast
I am in California
but I see it clearly as a dream
where the great plains meet the mountain face
and the Cheyenne carved their heels into the dirt
for a bit
spirit
eroded into the winds
today the miners spit
at a coffee-town bar
into copper cans
licker than split
Owning the land that shakes
and shifts
redrawing god's lines
with a paper pad and a pen
for a bit
And the dresses the ladies wear shine
lacquered wood and the horses cry
and beside the interstate
the trucks steam and chuff
and their drivers gaze starry-eyed
onward, beyond into the night
beyond those flanking hillsides
to the flat ocean land sponged anew
that left the oil fields in Texas and the tar sands in
Athabasca
set ablaze in the fervor
of a death rattle
American heart
pumping to feed these hillsides
again
for tomorrow we begin.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
It is 10 pm and I’m shrinking again. the familiar shame that is causing me to concave, But I don’t want to die, just wanted to.
I am just tired of light feeling like cheating. I am tired of nutrients becoming a nuisance, Do you hear it snap and curl and twist inside you? or does your leaves get baptized with your healthy? can you grow without thinking about the darkness of your shadow? no? you mean you oxidize each exhale as if it was your own?
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 3:43 PM UTC
I once had it.
It was in my hand.
The moment I went to close my tattered fingers around it, to keep it in my grasp, they began to oxidize.
Not only was it as if the caretaker had forgotten to properly oil the cogs of the clock in the tower in the center of the town, he had also forgotten where he had hid the skeletal key.
The fingers began to crumble, what was once hovering within nanoseconds of my grasp had slipped eons away.
I once had it.
I let it go.
Go.
Go.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
Orange sun shining—
pastel petals drip
weeping for warmth
beaming ebulliently after a pour
breathing the scent of petrichor
blushing sweetly, like after a kiss
Absorbing all the moisture I can
blooming when I'm nurtured
and fertilized just right
Detoxify my root,
Oxidize my bliss
Spreading seeds
semi-annually
and flowering for you
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
The hardest thing about closing the door is
watching the silver lining drift to the floor,
ground to dust and swept under the rug,
floors are much quicker to let bygones be.
The hardest thing about closing the door is
the screech of hinges boring through skull
like worried whispers heard before that
made the iron oxidize.
The hardest thing is clicking the lock
and seeing both keys on the table top,
then clicking your heels
but you're already home,
just seeing how empty
it is on your own.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
It's surface is darkest as it shrinks into an endpoint
with no recess but the last fold.
See, I've no way to confirm that which you see,
and you may say the same about my acoustics of memory.
I've already embarked into my curvilinear home, perhaps
hoping to find there a material of permanent memory,
gone to sleep within a Fibonaccian trace.
Always preferring to follow the pink of a surface
till it's impossible to see.
You might not think it a good thing,
but I quietly must disagree.
Begin by touch: smallness is all
For the world is hungry passively,
wanting so bad to oxidize
the interior of us.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
Tell yourself it will just be a few drops
Now you don't have the strength to reach for the mop
When will it or I be enough
Quickly, with your hands, make a cuff
Please reach your fingers inside
Keep pushing until with my bone it collides
Whisper your fears into the blood, I promse you can confide
Gnash your teeth on the veins to see what else the body hides
Whatever you find, either love or cast it out
Already know your choice, due to myself being a lout
No anger nor despair
Like the wind, this too will blow through my hair
The same current that carries you to a new story
Will oxidize my scene that was once gorey
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
Maleable my metallic resolve
bending pliable with each shortcoming or flaw
tempered by the trials by fire I find myself withstanding
shrinking and expanding
under the fluctuation of your patience
steady now, the once shimmering finish that set my cold iron heart apart
finally begins to start
rusting
whenever I'm trusting
the words you spill as water seeping into my exterior, meticulously working grooves
in the battered smooth
surface
watch me oxidize
before your eyes
let your acid words etch away at my forged desires
broken hearts need only the fire
to scorch away the past, molten and awaiting a new love to be forged
broken hearted into the fire once more...
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
Love Drain
love made in violent vain
I Love You like rain to surface
Fall with purpose to soak in your surplus
The center of My Force My Revolution shall swell
Eyes high rise toward your eminence and grassy swale
Riding the current of your emotion to cool the hot springs
I dilate in your atmosphere and precipitate in the fruitful crescent
I and You and doves so blue souls cry 2, eye pour through effervescent
eMotions are omens & they are super fictitious holograms of Our notions
Mere bubbles between bed sheets fun loving like stubble against peach cheeks
As I meringue on your meridians and salsa on equinox rusty chains and locks
Oxidize wonder why the tied boat rocks el nino blood rush through; paradox
Windy lox mingle and meddle, moving Our bits around where they settle
So forlorn when we change our minds these sandy sheets return in time
More than a marriage some say mysterious formations most lascivious
You carry a womb-full, ***** whales snail hermits and sea serpents
The swollen members of loves winter and a bed to lay Our head
As you satallite through solar wind to excite my Skye
In thought mine cloud cover your spots, fly
In estuaries lakes Love drain over Thee
The seven sides of You and I
We ride mystic gravity
Nonexpeditiously
Pitter patter
Violet Rain
Droplets
Because
Love is.
To me
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
forgive me
for allowing the winter to soak into my bones
stealing my grace.
forgive me
for being an inconvenience
by giving into my medical inheritance.
forgive me
for letting my sentiment oxidize
under the pressure of existing.
forgive me
for becoming a synonym;
withered little flower.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 11:02 AM UTC
Time wrinkles the wall
Life smothers madness behind
Everything has an ending, nothing lasts in my life
Telling me that I'm not who you thought I was
To you, I'm just a kid with a name and a price
Bodies against you, as I silently oxidize
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC
There is something you're not saying?
but I can read your every move
this is more than just some theory
Chemistry is bottled up and tubed.
If it's true that atoms form a bond, can souls like ours collide?
When world's like ours meet, can they freeze both space and time?
Do you feel the "magnetic" pull, racing through your brain?
It's frightening the currents felt coursing through my veins.
I don't know what to do, so I run fast out the door.
You have your way with words, but your eyes say so much more.
Feel the air pressure drop, and the static come to life.
Our electric touch so strong, that we could dim these city lights.
As I go to leave, I look at you and I know what's on your mind.
But I turn and run; afraid to give our town so little time.
So where do we go from here; when silence can not remain?
And my will to fight has all but gone, but my heart beats just the same.
Sound the alarms and signal your brightest warning flare.
Dear citizens of Baltimore the time has come so please just be prepared.
We are dangerous, and it's obvious, we have carbon copy wires.
chemically conductive, and constructed, to attract, spark, and catch fire.
So oxidize me tonight, but be sure that we take cover.
Cause when we touch and the flames ignite, we mustn't stand among the others.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
The sunset creeps down into the night
The rusted beast slowly roars to life
Cookie cutter streets from the birds eye
Mutter dusty creaks of a long decline
No one cares to hear
The opinions
Of the gears
Of pinions
Though they drive the wheel
So the machine clangs on ever despised
Cylinders bang off into the sky
Raining it's pollution on the population
An asbestos linked to cancer of aspirations
And the chemo is to kneel
Join all the people, be a good little cog
Behind white steeples are the black clouds of our smog
So feed the coal into the engine
Let the soul underneath it's skin
The mechanism leaps and starts to shutter
The heart beats, the eyelids flutter
As electricity strikes the coil
You'll be the next to breathe in the spoils
Of a steampunk, heretic machine
Just scrap and junk in the American dream
My, how green was the valley I used to dwell
Now choked on debris, a contaminated shell
A lonely leaf, pushed on by the breeze
Ground in the teeth of this incessant machine
No one dares
To raise a hand
All to scared
To break the shaft
And bring it all to a screeching halt
So it produces more toxins into the air
As it loosens the conscience for the despair
That we'll work to the bone and give it all trying to save
Let ourselves be robbed of the cradle and forced into the grave
In our blueprints there's a fault
Back in line, you just traded a number for a name
Content that's fine, you go back to fanning the flame
So feed the coal into the engine
Let the soul underneath it's skin
The mechanism leaps and starts to shutter
The heart beats, the eyelids flutter
As electricity strikes the coil
You'll be the next to breathe in the spoils
Of a steampunk, heretic machine
Just gears and junk in the American dream
My lungs oxidize
As I breathe in your sulfur
From the inside
Red rust flows like an ulcer
As the fire of this machine
Burns on into the night
Etching a depressing scene
Of dusk across the sky
A post-apocalyptic
Not so cryptic
Vision of the life and death
Of a botched by design
Once top of the line
Factory of labored breath
Designed for so much more than this
But only seen through the eyes of an alchemist
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
in midwinter noon’s light your fingers shudder out concerto number three
on the insides of your cheek
in the hollows of your thighs
prickling beneath your ribs
swollen heart
knees that cave so, just so
split second they called you beautiful
golden under the lights
but many hours more you oxidize
feet
rusting varnish green
rusty blood that stems, slowly, slowly
they say the music dances through the one she loves, a body and life anew
i once saw the night embrace you as a lover
did you love her back?
did you love me back?
or were we to have and to hold and to throw
across the room
reborn as something less
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
This gold bar will oxidize more
Rusting onto my hand
There is blood on this marble floor
Stained glass windows are only sand
There is a crown split in four
There are holes in the door
And this is the life you call luxury?
You made these diamonds with chemicals
And try to bribe me with emeralds
But I will not let them touch me
What turns to ash?
What turns to fame?
What is cash?
What is a name?
Our lights are as bright as gold
Twinkling stars over my head
They turn green, turn to mold
I turn to hope instead
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 11:06 PM UTC
Currently thinking of currency
What the concept means
A delegation of natural resources
Represented by variable things
And the credit lines in between
The debts and interest
The investments
Printed on cotton paper
Begotten from vapor
Minted and accounted
I can't make cents of dollar cents and dimes
Adorned with with deceased Presidents
Reminiscent of a simpler time
When we enslaved without the illusion of a living wage
When only the rich were educated
In institutions segrated from the working classes
The huddled masses
The breeders of poverty squished by sovereignty
Gasping for the thin air that brought them there
Hungry and bare
I dont think anything can change the hell
That came with the idea to buy and sell
We fell victim to the whims of the opportunists who compete to capitalize completely on the gifts given freely since birth by beautiful mother earth
Gifts that once processed are never given back in full.
Only to be borrowed and used as tool.
We humans beings are but fools being used and using tools that we don't need
To consume with greed as it consumes us
And we swirl into the cosmic dust of nothingness that created us and destroyed us just as we did to it. Money ain't **** It was a joke, laugh ***** But our guns will oxidize and rust, all that will be left is our trust in the notion that gold will save us all,
Our belief the government can bequeath security the same way a man can present a diamond of perfect purity with the proposal of loyal betrothal. This illusion that all is right at with our present plight is something I detest but I will not fight.
To fight is to give in, to the illusion we live in. I cant accept this reality with altruism, I reject that we are secure, I deject the institution I have been subjected to endure since birth. I am not of your shared delusions
I am of the earth. My freedom is my kindness to make not my life that you may take.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
I am my own worst enemy
I could be my own best friend
but this
extrinsic obnoxious extrovert
just won't see the truth
and yet
he takes up for me
the unworthy harrier
We both think the other foolish
but I the wiser!
undying optimism
fades as reality sinks in
so I settle
for the sake of safety
in pessimism
No one sees the real me
the few who have
explained
just how abrasively
I oxidize their good humor
and so
the kid lives on
smiling
and I behind
wondering if my hidden prison
has made me...
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
You
oxidize
places
that
I
thought
only
shadows
could
breathe
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
here is what
we are not
going to do
we are not going to
play taylor swift’s
latest album a
half dozen times
and we are not going to
get drunk on ****** sweet red
wine from a three liter bag
mixed with lime gin
and what we are most
certainly not doing today
is crying
and crying
and crying
and crying
mostly over what
didn’t happen
and what won’t happen
and what can’t happen
not
doing
that
today
and we are not
slipping darkly
down into the space
between the bathroom floor
and reality where
the bath mat lives and
i start to get afraid of myself
we are not falling
into the trap
of blood on skin
like drops of that bad
red wine dried and
left to oxidize
so here’s to what we’re
not going to do today
but then what
are we going
to do today?
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
u trapped ur ***** rags inside the windows
of a **********
windows that you won’t open
so u can decently humanize
so the breeze can oxidize your ****
the breathless words of a woman
are the chalk outlines of death
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
when you coat yourself in silver
and shut your eyes
and fly too high
and breathe in rain
and tell your lies
you oxidize
your skin turns blue
and rots away,
exposing bones
bleached like snow
you've flown so low
they'll never know
so you hide away
and cry for help
and no one comes
until you've died
deep in your cave
in need of light
you strike on stone
and light a match
and burn yourself
to light the way
back out of hell
and into life
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC