"scandalously" poems
Give me a god who is Love
not like pink cutout butterflies
on the sad cinder block walls of
a Sunday school daycare
but like how you can’t sleep at 2 a.m.
remembering the first time you
tasted your girlfriend
or how you run inside during a
thunderstorm because you don’t
want to get struck by lightning or
when your foot can no longer
touch the bottom of the ocean
and you panic because
it’s all Just Too Big
don’t offer me your supermarket
god picked out to match your
buttercup kitchen curtains
give me a god who dances
naked and scandalously
in the rain
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
Light lengthens as you spin upon my thoughts
Blinding my darkness as you whirl like a top
As if the sun had settled on you
Scandalously running from the sky
“Doom” The phrase, raving men of the world scream in rants
The same phrase oozed from the sap of plants
And echoed as well from all animal's pitiful pants
For not a single ray stayed to shimmer
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
1.
I started in the shadow of one of God’s many houses,
fat plums on common ground offered themselves,
taut, bruise-purple skin still pristine
for maybe two, three more weeks
Walking on, a burst fig signaled
something
fresh green torn
scandalously showing fleshy insides
that should be kept private
for lovers, gourmands, gluttons
All the while, intermittently,
the straight line train drones by,
keeping Presbyterian hold
on passing passengers
who through unopened windows
cannot smell, hear or taste the divine
All the while the crickets sang of being
2.
All the while the crickets scored my steps
until ahead, nettle and dog rose conversations
conspired to thwart this man’s,
any man’s,
attempts to walk straight and true
A detour took me from the soft lost chaos of grasses
to tight lawns, hard front doors,
dark-ish satanic mills making wheat biscuits
and the ever sad chorus of a million tyres
Nearing home, a young rabbit’s boldness held
until too close, melted away
in the managed parkland
dragonfly truths called, m’ ducks
dragonfly truths called
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 7:32 AM UTC
She's high octane
a gas burner,
red hot
a head turner.
She's scandalously fabulous in
the style of a good old
fashioned
Northern lass.
And she's strong when wrong
and stronger when right and
right now she's strong
it'll be our night tonight.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
scandalously obscene
a man whispers to his androgynous girlfriend
they speak of his wife and her poor taste and her pain
and I hear your secrets and I record each word that you speak
because nothing can hold you responsible
I hold no judgement for the frequencies which I cannot understand
I do feel a pain regarding human beings and alcohol consumption
the intoxicating forces which work effortlessly
in the gleaming of a starry sky which never turned black
into the strange shadows of yesterday
I heard a poem in which a mans paranoia was a part
of my own intentions and he became very uncomfortable
and the trans bartender steps to the plate
I am amazed by peoples ability to express such murmuring
**** you all for the waste you carry
empty my love
empty my heart I''ll be filled again.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC