"rhyth" poems
rows of two!-three!-four!-boys-bloc-king-the-cor-rid-or
will soon be gone
and the RHYTH-mic-tick-tock-of-my-leg-BOUN-cing-on-the-floor
will be no more
it's fresh cadavers wrapped in string
it is a joyful gospel hymn
mourning the best and worst of youth
(those shiny kids who'd first walked in
with all the grace and all the poise
of hatched arachnids missing limbs)
but what of "her" – you know her name –
that overfed, reptilian thing
who shed her hair and scratched her skin,
cursing the odds at Him upstairs, demanding He re-shape her?
some say she cried herself into extinction
– sailed away on a crimson tide –
balking at the trauma of being seen
(enforced, cursed vulnerability
in being known to man).
the rest knew better;
they were voyeurs in this
fruit-carving tutorial
on 'how to grow up':
STEP 1) consider all other alternatives
2) take the scalpel and initiative
3) before adrenaline gives way to doubt,
turn the flesh-vessel inside out in a cocoon of your own creation!
while organs may rupture and it aches like you've skinned yourself alive (good for her, setting herself free!) you'll look cuter in the class photos and has you-know-who... finally... shifted the weight?
4) breathe through the blood loss and searing pain
5) notice
you
can
breathe again.
at this point, does it matter that it aches?
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
Here's 3 poems about doing Xanax mostly
I.
See how they fly
Me, how I
die so gracelessly.
Just
smack
the
rhyth
m.
To space,
you see?
I've hacked a mission.
Regardless
I have
to work
on my addiction.
II.
wow.
III.
Oh, my bludgeoning "savior"!
-save me as you
Trudge on
through these leaves.
The Colorful Ones
and all these spaces in between.
Know what I mean?
A hoax 'til death.
I've got the hiccups
and im Hope- {pills] less.
about 6 are left.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
Every Time I See You
I Hear Your Love
A Community Of Wonder
For A Dove
What War Was This
I've Come Thru Now
Each Door This World
My Love And How
You Gave Me Life
Of Hope And Dreams
Returned Art Beauty
Beyond What's Mean
In Math The Mean
Is All Things Gray
The High The Low
Of All We Say
In Trig The Medium
A Different Point
The Range of Thought
A Balanced Joint
The World Is Soul
Beyond the Light
For All Of Me
A Star in Flight
IShe Who Weds
And Hates and Cries
The One Who Fights
And Will Not Die
Exhaustions Breath
Of What's Not Right
It's All My Own
My Choice My Might
I knew Not How
The Hate Became
A Life Once Love
Moved Well Past Shame
My Rhyth Changes Holy Gates
To Wear these Robes Loves Strength My Trait
My Artist
Sold For Trade
My Soul In Coffin
I Did Lay
And Now
I cannot Tell A Lie
I Try And Try
My Body Cries
Depression Did
Become My Friend
Says NO!
I Won't
Live Lie Again
I can't Find Food
There is No Light
I Pray each Day
Dont loose this Fight
My Heart is Not
In Building Forms
A Unions Care
From Money's Storm
It's Use is Great
AND Holmes So Good
Reward ALL Friends
Give Joy!!
I Would!
LOVE CSL , Agape Too
Humanity Teams
And Facebook
Do!
So Many Colors Follow Hope
Reward Each One
With Lifting Scope!!
Reward Each Friend
A Miracle Make
New Paradigm Thought
Inclusive Stake
Yes Angels, Please
I Love You So
My Family Friends
Your Love Does Grow
And Strangers ...Friends
Upon the Street,
In Store In Gym
All Sent To Meet
This Game Compete, I cannot Do
Co-operate
This God Is NEW
The Language of NEW Soul So Broad
I Cannot Narrow God Above
Within Without
the Voice Says All
Just Listen
Do Not Let Earth
Fall
A Quiet Place Within My Soul
Does Grow With Music's
Healing Vowel
The Shock Still Rings
This Golden Step
Of God LIFELOVE
My Place a Gift
It's Just Takes Time
To Reaquaint
This Psychic Soul
Without the Taint
The Question One, It Is For Me
How All My God
How ALL
Shall Be?
It is Not As
Presented Now
THIS Piece
WE seek
That Peace
Is How
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC