"renal" poems
C'mon out to the rattled caves
the deep-sea malaise
rested in the grey metamorphs
of an ancient coastal chain
Where Sisyphean slips of tectonic rifts
pull the molding clay
like play-dough
and old rock that turns anew
churned into
great catacomb stele
Babylonian towers far away
from the great
Mesopotamic
interstate
Surrounded by the immumerous trees
the military sharpness of their pine
quills writing their mark in the dirt
for a hundred turns or so
only to be rearranged
into the great intercontinental soil
Truly
multisolipsistual
And on the aggregate
held open the mists
of the vast expanse of ocean
beyond L.A
and stole the fruits of the tiny parceled condominium rainwater
from distance far away
angry men shouting--
"Give us back our life blood, GOD **** YOU!"
Filling the tanks of their fleshomobiles
running around and sweating it out
trading it for cloth and wiping their brow on
brown shirts
perturbed and disobeyed
But that great man with the chin muscatche
brought the rough riders out of their dome
into the frontier, riding trains
Off they go!
Seeking paradise in the sands
and the trees
and the coastal breeze
dreaming
of a world owned and seen
by the world
by man
and by all these things
It would be grand
But that rock has been seen before
in Luarentian islands long ago
or perhaps a great FUJI-SAN of the west coast
worshiped by critters and dinosaurs
You are late to the game, sweet dreamers, you!
These monuments give to honor due
not you,
no sir did you build these things?
did you mold these things
with the patience of a father
with the consequentiality
of the womb
and a motherly affection
for all things true?
the gift is for you,
remember your father's gifts
sweet princes of the earth
because they will outlive you.
And I walk along the stream
stepping upon these little bits of Yosemite
Pulverized mountain rocks
Renal Stones of the diseased
to which the water flushed out deeply
and cured the grey things from all that left them
displeased
hoping for more than just selfies
and sticking it to god's face
laughing at half-dome
climbing it and getting the better of ourselves
Believing we have achieved bliss
When in reality,
there is nothing to this which we can reach.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
You told me to write about us;
I told you I was already writing about renal failure.
I told you I could find a place to fit you in;
I can make our love sound like it's destroying us from the inside out
But truthfully,
It's so unhealthy when we're together;
I can slowly feel myself
Unraveling
And I know you feel it too.
*Are we really that bad, that you have to refer to us as a failed *****
I told you how it wasn't an insult.
Yet here I am slipping in metaphors about us anyways.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
Ancient wars and potatoes
It is the biggest potato farm in the world,
a giant field of tubers as far as eyes can see;
new potatoes boiled with a pat of butter; delicious, no need to slam in a lamb.
Once a battlefield thousands of Russians and
Germans soldiers bled to death here the soil grew fertile,
absorbed all flesh only bones and uniform buttons left.
The soldiers didn’t die in vain, saved from old age debilities, Alzheimer,
renal diseases, hip replacement and triple bypass.
I found a rusty gun, a German Luger pistol it fell to pieces in my hand,
bullets inside still intact, owned by
an officer telling his men to die like Prussian heroes.
Long furrows of edible tubers, made into fries, full of fat,
grandchildren of dead soldiers are obese and only fight virtual games.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
Para coger un pan sobre el morrillo
Dando pecho y axila a los pitones,
Juan, anónimo Juan, Juan Torerillo
No recibiste clásicas lecciones.
Para llevar a casa veinte duros
Entre la chifla de inhumano coro
Bebiste golpes, aspiraste apuros
Y al aire al suelo al aire y siempre al toro.
Del miedo, que es ingénito en el hombre,
Nació el valor, congénito en el hambre;
Así en la tauromaquia, Juan Sin Nombre
Fue antítesis del gran José Raigambre.
José, nieto de Venus y Vulcano
Fue un semidiós con la esbeltez de Apolo
(Frecuencia tuvo aquel Teseo hispano
En liquidar seis Minotauros, solo).
Mas Juan, el pobre Juan de carne y hueso,
El más mortal de todos los mortales
Opuso a sal valor, arrojo al seso
Y "molinetes" contra "naturales".
Tres siglos en la historia del toreo
Se derrumbaron ante dos colosos:
Del morisco e hispánico alanceo
Hasta el futuro en los taurino cosos.
Y Joselito muestra al horizonte
Toda una enciclopedia en su percal.
Y remata sus lances Juan Belmonte
Con su "media verónica" renal...
La Muerte se disfraza de capricho,
Y en la más increíble paradoja
Subsiste quien vivió a merced del bicho
Y muere quien "¡no hay toro que lo coja!"...
Quedan atrás los años de la infancia:
Sevilla y su noctámbula capea...
Como un Jasón, Juan, en su rica estancia
Mira en la tauromaquia una Medea.
Porque si en su niñez fue Juan Sin Suerte
Y fue en su adolescencia Juan Sin Pan,
Hoy, ya casi un anciano, es Juan Sin Muerte
Porque la Muerte tuvo miedo a Juan.
Y quien burló a la muerte en tantos ruedos,
Mil veces sentenciado por suicida,
Sólo cuando lo quiso, y con sus dedos
Mató su muerte y se quitó la vida...
A Juan, que no toreó por soleares,
Muerto, no he de llorarlo en seguiriyas.
Sean por martinetes mis cantares,
Cante de yunque y fragua y herrerías:
Cristo de la Expiración
Cachorro de los trianeros,
Bríndale tu absolución
Al mejor de los toreros
Cachorro, si en Viernes Santo
Te faltara un penitente,
Asóciate a nuestro llanto
Que es Juan Belmonte el ausente...
1.1k
What a piece of work is man,
all of our wet viscera
interconnected
like, even spleen and cheek
No more is this clear
than when your kidneys get sick
and send phantasmagoria
to your tired brain bits
All hail antibiotics
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 5:30 AM UTC
The scent
The sounds
The vibrant colour
The excited tones and syllables
It's Christmas
I can't stand it
It's two weeks til my 19th birthday
In my stomach; a dark pit, sickness, knots
In my head; panic, darkness, fear
In my heart; fear, sadness
I can't stand the word Christmas
I can't stand the smell of fruit mince pies, gingerbread houses, tinsel
I can't stand the lights and smiles and trees with baubles so bright and lights flashing
I can't stand the happiness, holding hands, singing families
It's Christmas and I'm holding your hand, singing for comfort, yours and mine
and you're dying
I'm smelling death
I'm hearing words like renal failure, hypoxia, cancer; and I'm scared out of my wits
It's Christmas time, I'm a kid and I'm sitting here waiting for you to die
It doesn't feel like Christmas at all.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
June 29,2011
I remember 9 A.M
you’re asleep peacefully
I stop on my way out watching your hair flutter
12 PM
your only son
knocks frantically
calling for me.
No one can find you.
we can’t leave notes on the door and tape on the doorway.
to find you
12:15 PM
your son and I are home.
all search through your bureau
searching for, looking for, an answer
until my sister finds it.
A typed 2 page letter, 12PT times new roman font
you meticulously typed it out, fingers on home keys,
back straight in chair, thumbs on space bar
“You’re all better off without me.”
my mother reads us your final words
for what seems like an eternity
pain rips through the surface as my mother, your wife
sends shards of sharp searing pain in the form of screams
drowning out my sister, your older daughters shackled breathing.
I try not to shatter the wall I’m sitting against
the boiling red hot anger burns through my veins and lodges
into my eyes, all I can see is red.
6PM
they found you at the hospital,
going into renal failure from the Tylenol
your wife doesn’t let us see you for the first few days
she lets your 16 year old daughter take care of us,
she herself struggling to comprehend the situation we were all in
makes dinner while I do laundry and dishes to give her a break
your son confides that he is afraid to cry because he feels he won’t be able to stop.
July 4th 2011
we visit you it is an awkward,
elephant in the room Miles between all of us and yet no space at all
I can’t breathe
When we leave I hold my brothers hand telling him words my mother had said to me “Everything will be okay.”
August 23, 2014
Its 4 am
I had a dream about it again,
I felt my heart break and re-break
Into a million little sharp pieces
I wake up,
Breath caught
My chest a vice refusing to unclench
And I remember those words.
“Everything will be okay.”
Everything will be okay.”
Everything will be okay.”
Now I know,
It was a lie.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
What if this made it happen
will I call it karma
I see derivatives
and you renal
when we see calculi
Should have held on tight when we had thing, I let loose
I'll retrieve what I buried
when I get close,
No different from a dog, a nuzzler
Shall you find a biznaga
then follow your fourth sense,
for that's where lies my chalaza
All that is but a lost sailor,
hoping you'll see the tip of his jibboom
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
Historical reform work by Michael Angelo Buonaroti,
located in Pitta St. Basilica St. Small Vatican.
This is the first of the many works of the same topic
by the artist. The law was given to French Cantonal Jean de Bilheras,
a Roman associate. Women with eyes that have the bright light
of love, three tons instead of the United States, yellowheaded girl
goes brownheaded on acid in New York
and the power of living life in the royal royal palace
is a force. Eli's mistake about Joey Christ that morning
at Brown University; A child's birth, Igor ******
is a story of children.
English and Russian hairs with beautiful,
beautiful girls attached. God; The beauty of beauty
of the Lord IV IV, beauty's beauty;
Brides, children; children are taken before they can walk
into the wonderful events of another person's personality.
Tennis Tennis, Tennis, Tennis; The first day of the words
have the power to make a picture of the brain
that reflects the idea of a good lever and a designer
of black colors makes a Discovery; |The store's store
is missing from Renal Beach, the most popular dance
is in the Pink area of Hera's **** Soda is worn
with fine cream. White, white birds, are a diabetic message
with this bag bag, dead. The police experience the experience
of a mother who is pregnant to relieve her breast cancer.
When I talked about taking Ivan in with a bird,
I liked the debtor's hair. The best city offers most girls.
My method is for steroids, ******* le *******
les, green leaves and rescue animals; To use it,
I want to make rocky stones with the stove
and blades for Jewish surgery, to use it. She says
after the recording of girls; The girls and many
Australian athletes are in the ideal place
for life in life. Everything is a lifetime.
The bottom line is the quality of the green tree
that in the wide valley will sway. The buccas will play
a significant role. K. Mundae Torrents and Torrents
of Global Names: "Size Measures" only use Greek products.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
Lying on the rare
Psychedelic river named
Thames, I wept for life.
My mother called last
Night. She said Thames messes with
You, causes cancer.
She suffered from renal
Failure, after doing the same.
That is why I wept.
The cool, brown water
Washed over me. It rinsed my mind.
It tames me from me.
Revelation strikes
My heart, maybe I should leave
And never look back.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
All seven seas have seen my paddle
I settled in Queens, it's just as cold as Seattle,
Just as cold as Toledo
Just as cold as you during our battles
Just as cold as you during their sequels
Sometimes it gets hot,
Just as hot as you starting to stradle
Just as hot as you laying spread eagle
Your voice just as soft as a poisonous snake rattle
Our teenage minds just as ***** as diseased seagulls
Daily walks on pins and needles
Protests and upheavals
My positions were fetal
Your decisions were lethal
My punishment will be penal
My appointment was renal
Day drinking seems not to be regal
Please, have mercy my people
For I have swam though the oceans
All seven seas have seen my paddle
I've given up on emotions
And every lie I've had to unravel
And now, I'm tired.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC