"squeeking" poems
We roll back and forth
From side to side
Looks so needy
Grips so tight
Unbuttoned shirt, ripped dress
Will soon end up on the ground
With all the rest
The gentle touch or the hard hand
The screams for god
The squeeking bed
This night, I may never forget
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
I should tell time by the words spoken
That way when death came knocking at least we would have conversation
Choose scheme carefully for it could mean one um to close to middle age
Two I loves you's from adulthood
Words would mean more than the method to maim
Slander the budding of free thinking mind
Or take light from a flicking candle
If time could be stunted by vocal notions
Glodal pops and humming lyrics
Then lovers would never die
And poets would fade into
The everyday mayhap the fickle trickle back into the ether
The quiet would be lovely
Emoting the stillness of nature birdsong would fill the silence as it was meant to
And the air would not be littered with the dank smell of spit and betrayal
You could ask me the weather by motion
Dance me into existence with the way your eyes spark and the grace of your smile
Such language would be peaceful
Dreaming a dream
So calming I might not
Wake
For there was nothing to curse me from it
The muted manner of being
May transcend the busy buzzing of the rat track motion
Squeeking out their horror and joy
Such silence
Such relief
If words could tell time
Forever in bliss I would be
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
There you go again with that **** hand
held device,
your eyes are but only
hyptonic spin thingys
Your fingers are tools by rote
You foam at the mouth while
your thumbs and fingers skate across glass
squeeking slightly as you CrAcK your gum
sounding like a miniature WAR
I SHOUT FIRE at you!!
And still the squeeking of the fingers with joining
of CrAkIDY CrACK
I even jump up and down with still tipped boots
and still CrAcKiDY, CrAcKiDy, CrAkIDY, CRACK!!!
SqUeEkIdY, SqUeEkIdY,SqUeEkIdY, SQUEEK, SQUEEK!!!
I grab you by the collar and TOSS YOU OUT OF THE BUS,
in my daydream, as I smile inwardly with a child's giddy laughter
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK AND SLIDE, SLIDE, SLIDE,
SLIDE, SLIDE AND SLIDE!!!!!
He, He, He, He, that's all folkes
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
Dammed good facts,
today is a surely measurable day.
Set in the common course of human events
from the bottom,
where the world at this altitude,
is wintering, while
from the top we feel the sun, straight on
hot
as Mohave at solstice,
such as I, as we, seeing we live in order
to live
in order to help
eh, hey, hear us near us say, we know
weyekin, ye ken, visionary wisdom wedom
poet singer sayer pre-sent, and representing
words
living in timespace at time's own pace, passing
Dark cold winter, time for inwalled-usness use,
we become the whole room,
sometimes, all eyes on I, the one, in the middle
- there
- being the connection, anhamartia-tic,
coherence
here and there, a web conforms to koinonical
image entonations, owls of common sorts,
and squeeking black lizards, settle in the shade,
to night we go,
onward, to mark the time, watching all the old
knowing proven,
as the sun rises and sets, facts
as measures confirm, solid-ifity convey, say
so it is, con-fide-used knowing, faith,
as we say.
We are the people who know this mystery,
we live in life, as bits of all that ever was,
by now, all that is weighted
significant from first landmarks set in times past.
some, not my we, some see life as a struggle, see
from a salmon's POV, the sense of efforting
is joy,- efforting rejoicing +
this is right, this is how I form the people,
offsprung from war wage slaves,
who **** us,
to hide the stars at night.
Humans in the future shall love water flowing
functionality,
and starry story tellings
un seen in cities since the great white way
attracted the sharks into the tank.
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 4:57 PM UTC
It keeps me up at night
Not the pain I once felt
Oh not my neighbours stereo
But it keeps me awake
Not the creviced bedbugs
Not the cold of July
Not the squeeking bed
But I can't sleep
Not the nightmares
Not the pills
Not the ****
A full blown insomnia
Its the cold in my heart with a fever in my body
The ache in my heart with a smile on my face
Feeling of loneliness inside a crowd
The empty soul with a full stomach
Am still suffocating in the oxygen tank
And am drowning in plain air
Sinking into the rock
A scorching sun under the cave
And I can't sleep
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC