"pinkened" poems
eyes are
quite gelatine
mending bubbly detail
mocking up fact to suit user
/the ears ? crinkled dishes of pinkened veins
robbing blood to probe the gossip
/digits bud on the feed
in polyp growth
******
and ****** a
pepper mill from off the
coffee table/tongue leeches lips
retaining massaged notes from food oils past
/spatting nostrils puncture the air
punching out breath purling
inhale a stressed
report
Dec 3, 2022
Dec 3, 2022 at 9:49 PM UTC
I find my self bordering between a Brandeis Blue and a Bright Cerulean,
Not too brilliant like Turquoise, but yet
I don’t find myself as dull as the Cadet shade, nearly Grey.
Although, depending on the circumstance I can exude a shade of Chartreuse,
Which leaves others a bitter Cal Poly Green,
A color which looks terrible on anyone.
My favorite shade however, is of bright Ruby
Brilliant and fierce in all its color, but can suddenly change in one swift mix.
With Black it becomes a tainted ashen Rouge, spoiled and rotten with grief and distaste
Bubbling under your skin, turning into a fiery rampage
Rather than becoming pinkened with a serene Pearl
A complement to the Ruby, flushing it with hearts desire
Soothing it too a point of Lavender, then Boysenberry
And then finally,
Back to my Brandeis Blue.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
I breeze into the bar alone
Order a drink then
Waltz on my own
Four fated eyes
Fog machine
Collide
Seven blocks
Until home
Debauchery
On the dome
The ********* twist of
Pinkened papilla
Candled glow
Sandalwood
Vanilla
Your tongue the till
To my loam
I shrill
You blissed me
So sweet
Sugar stains
On my sheet
Your departure
While slippery
Is no less
A victory
Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 8:51 AM UTC
Click them off like
rosary beads
with accossiated prayers.
Smudge the dreams
into the eiderdown,
And divide them down
in ironed out
layers.
Line them up and
gobble them with listless
tea.
I am your prediction!
(said in shushes,
quite benediction)
I want to drop like stingless bees.
I am Addiction to Tranquility.
How jealous I am!
Watching him fall on his ****
as I begin the solitary farce
of trying to close my
eyes.
I watch his chest slowly sink and rise.
How beautiful -
to be cut down,
like grass.
Flophouse drapes of
cigarette smoke
hang from the ceiling in
billows.
A headache clings and
holds me close as
daylight stumbles
like a ghost,
and settles her questions
on my pillows.
The tragic thing about each morning
Is that I greet each sleepy dawn
with the dry and
pinkened threat of tears.
Sleepers – do you know the
might of what you do
each ******* night?
The oblivion in half your years?
The fiction of your wild frontiers?
The obliteration and presentation
of all your garbled
Freudian fears?
Do you know the glamour in what you do?
Do you know what I’d give to be like you?
To live and somehow not be here?
To close my eyes?
To disappear?
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
The first flower of spring,
The first flake of snow,
The first walk in the rain
While warm breezes blow,
The first pinkened cheeks
As by sunlight kissed,
This is what I would have missed.
Grandchild's first steps,
His first words spoken,
The first hand held,
As he's gently awoken,
His first day at school,
his first girl kissed
This is what I would have missed.
The honour of becoming old,
And seeing wrinkles in my frown,
Pimping my mobility scooter
And roaring on it around town,
Laughing with the OAPs
While I fulfill my shopping list,
Coffee on a chilly day,
This is what I would have missed.
Apr 6, 2023
Apr 6, 2023 at 11:58 AM UTC
don’t tell flowers
you love them.
wilting daffodils will cry,
sunbaked tulips turn their gaze,
and beneath the pinkened sky chrysanthemums
hide shame in yellowing beds of weeds.
in the new age your bursting fingers fiddle helplessly with a broken plug.
you’re all swollen tongue and swollen heart and swollen organs in a big bag of bones.
no one has loved you since, and repeatedly in three years of foreign language,
we remind ourselves of our broken mind, broken body, broken roots,
an oak tree that has been standing for too many years and is rotting at its core,
all its rings eaten up by termites.
loathe love, hold onto your bitterness, you’re starbucks hot chocolate.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC
You are a snake, with many layers.
I would peel them all away,
Discarding, one by one,
Revealing smarting, pinkened skin.
Shocked pores gulp alien air
Stinging, then relief,
At being vulnerable, and bare.
In some other ago, before you betrayed me,
You flayed me,
Left me tender, raw, aching, sore,
Trembling, flinching at the kiss of the breeze,
The warmth of your breath,
But you are still resistant, unwilling to shed.
I’ll rip away those doubtskins,
Grip you, tear apart hesitation,
I need you naked, soul and body bare,
I have to know you’re really there.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
oh,
how the seashell
screamed so faintly in my swollen, pinkened ear
labored from listening
mama's face open,
all lit up
and how she whispered "it's the water,
she's calling you
home"
and I
turned on my heel
fell into myself
my little face, stone-cold
and the sea
oh,
she got me
quite figured out
the lurch in my stomach
was her, and her
millions of
droplets
of doubt
we stopped the car at the ocean
and you all jumped right in
and I
hung back-
frightened
of the black, crashing abyss
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
A smile
tugging at the corners of my rosy lips.
A thumb
sliding across the tear trailing down my pinkened cheek
Soft lips that burn off the old love
and give life to a feeling more pure.
Take example
from the pheonix.
Warmth
from the cold
Hope from despair
Such love sprung
from such strong friendship
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 11:13 PM UTC
It rained today,
The first rain in forever.
It smelled nice;
A great wet sigh of relief
I didn't miss it until today-
When the raw thunder rolled over my back
And down my pinkened cheeks
When the crisp grass softened
And mists poured thickly through the rippling trees
That pulls over the sky like white sheets
Tucking us in to the earth; soft and small and damp and sweet
But maybe tonight, the pattering tap
Will pull me so softly
To sleep
Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 3:20 AM UTC
))))))
I tried to save your life six seconds ago,
but the air sent me away
when I moved in its domain
to reach for your hand.
((((((
You were vilified in its winds.
It gushed of how you ruined everything.
))))))
It once killed you,
but you trudged back
from the river's part,
without spite,
holding an elder's rebellion.
Your crime was too heinous
and the wind begged me to **** you again.
((((((
With the trial withstanding your time,
I sought your records.
They were pulled in gusts,
spread over pinkened
cumulonimbus clouds,
and struck down to my hands
where I dropped them myself
in utter revulsion.
))))))
How could I ever save you?
You killed the air too.
!!!!!!!!
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC