"stuccoed" poems
glued to crushed velvet
i think in hues of blue
tonight and wonder
what you see when
you stare at your
ceiling in the bronx
is it waterlogged and
cracking? or smooth
and perfectly painted
in eggshell white? or
maybe it's stuccoed,
or patterned, or hand
painted with naked
angels floating about?
turn on your transformers
and fire up the transporter
i'm coming to lay
side by side to see
what it is you see
when you tell me
you're thinking of me
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
Stuccoed silence
Insects of the night
sing their songs
“Take two”–Kava will calm
your nervous system
Full rinse cycle to repeat
Reset once dampened, dry
when you can breathe
Don’t ponder the we
but stay tuned for me
Belt that energy from your throat
Something got your goat?
I’m only intense when you’re gone
My intent is to keep you drawn
but you’re long gone in my mind
Some words I can’t find
in the right moment
I’ve gathered you know it
A few times you’ve shown it
Each time you’ve blown it
Yet I still can’t disown it
Stars twinkle and planes glide
in the sky–I know you’ve looked
checked The Book
Not sure who’s the bait and hook
Missing you like a bad pop song
“Take two”–Kava to calm
my nervous system
Full cycle rinse to repeat
Buttered with scotch and bittersweet
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
It's the middle of May
And only when the sticky-sweet breeze caresses these stuccoed walls do they speak
They tell of silent tears
And unexpressed fears
And the way your cheek brushes mine
But the ocean-scent in my sheets has been replaced
With that of cat **** and *****
I am alone tonight
Old lovers replaced by cigarette highs, which are just as fleeting
But your eyes are the street lamps
Illuminating my bed through the blinds
And your touch echoes in my bones
As I whisper your name like a prayer
Before drifting into your arms again
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
If there is ever a time I can be free
Then that time should be now.
I wanna be a tree in the wild
Surrounded solely by my redolence.
i wanna be like the night bat
Free to roam the ethereal essence.
I wanna drink like a sailor
And read every line like a geek.
Like a breathtakingly borne butterfly,
I'll dance the samba in the zithering zephyr
I wanna be free. Free to be me!
Jump of a cliff and bounce on the cotton clouds
But these are just wishes
For every time I am awake
I'm trapped within these stuccoed walls.
I really wanna be free.
They say get better don't get bitter.
I'm working on switching them letters
They say pain hurts and fear hates...
I say pain strengthens and fear draws faith
When am free I will wash away every doubt
I will take my time...Maybe this time.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
i paint the kitchen just so i can see it again.
i wonder if the lemons on her branches still grow.
and what happened to the dust from the rooms below,
they used to be so empty.
they only held
the beds and dressers
and i can't help
but wonder if those were even real,
and what did they once hold of the
sisters and daughters,
and son.
i know the bed frame was hollow
and you'd hide jewels in there,
of all the stories i've been told.
i know how the kitchen wore herself
how pretty she sat against the white
stuccoed wall.
how the window framed itself so that the kitchen shone,
through the branches of the lemon tree, at dusk.
black shutters, an eggshell blue enamel sink, a terrace with cast iron railings,
the terrazzo floors.
in our summers there we'd lay out a mattress and sleep outside with the mosquitos
in the mornings, we’d rise just in time to watch the sun creep over the church on the horizon.
its the saddest magic i've ever known.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
I opened
the door and cringed at my own actions.
The day was bright and most would
describe it as beautiful.
I **** the beauty of the day
with my dark sunglasses and
step out like a nocturnal little beast
being forced from the comfort of his burrow.
I see Poe's Ravens atop a stuccoed
apartment building all screaming
their curses into the wind.
Mad squirrels dashing across
live power lines as worried pigeons
cooed their concern.
Cars pass and all I can smell
is cheap laundry detergent
dog **** and fuel beneath it
all the tickling scent of the salted sea.
A girl leaned against a wall
staring at her bitten down nails.
Her mismatched clothing and dyed close
cropped hair almost blended in with the graffiti .
I passed and I think she called me
lover .
The tall proud palms looked down upon
me as I avoided the cracks in the sidewalk.
I tried my hardest not to turn around and flee
back into the safety of my darkened room.
There's a group of daytime drinkers
angrily smoking outside the bar.
I instinctively reach deep into
my pocket and caress the buck knife
as I pass through the drifting
tobacco smoke .
One guy spits and another guy
toes the sidewalk with the tip
of his work boot.
I concentrate on their actions .
I don't care about their faces .
I'm just trying to move through the world like dust.
Hitching a free ride on the winds produced
by the passing cars and the passing memories.
I curse myself for fooling myself into trusting another day.
for I've learned that only the night forgives .
Only by the light of the not so distant
stars and not so distant moon
does this world truly appear inviting.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
'
*faceless number
screen flicker
thermal print out
fades in summer
walk the line
find some time
primal scream
stuccoed spring
mudprint carpet
trigger finger
curdled milk
forgotten winter
stadium heckler
prison clatter
barred existence
cushions the fall*
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
Like a half mast eye of exacerbation
or a cradle in the sky
the product of celestial meandering
has an after image lingering in the dark
playful and true its light skips leagues
As you watch, water laps against another storied shore
stuccoed terra-cotta rise crumbling from the dock
as if the earth itself shored itself up
its purpose far forgotten, relegated to nostalgia
a wafting of a lullaby forever haunts the alleys
its nexus, the river of the dead, promises absolution
where souls of silt meet the distant sea
that steadily yearns for that waning smile
they sink till the unbecoming
to wake when the waves grace them again
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
Hay,
Enigmatic man.
Hysterical man.
Me, amazing, and good enough.
Just outside of reacher
forever
one song I want to sing to everyone
is seriously stuccoed to this amazing design of mysterious
orchestrated glimpses
into my soulmate’s leads
in their beautiful dreams
to awareness of the waves
of
Total reflection of my,
Good Spectrums...
Let me off at the top of the grapevine,
Top me off
with some great suggestions
for sweet resell items at ion
know where I got it all
for
100% off, not sure where
I got with a lot
When it’s time for...
No mines, or only for me
Be valued, for what you’re worth,
Everything to me,
I still have too much more time to break these walls, hard to see
Getting over to my King
Of be
the hill
I still
see
that’s why I am going,
Son
What happened to the giant peaches?
Is there room for me?
I need real, real lives now.
Love as much as the . . . .
Fun
But, enough.
I know; It’s tough.
Give me something:
good will,
Please! Hey
Hey, how are you today?
hey, do you see the same stars as me?
Isotope, atomic masses.
Would wash potatoes
over
class and
Still, I passed
Exam days did not lead me astray.
Astute, self-reflective in the fields!
Loving myself is the first sad truth
I see love
I love you
Still, I look to the sun, and breathe when I remember
life
always be so happy
that’s
the way the world is,
I don’t question whether you deserve
the golden girl I is
And I want nothing but heaven
when the wind talks about
Rhythmic galactic movements
to everyone
in a soft rain,
rain check .
out my life
in my dreams,
come to hang
with me
and then destiny
and then come back to the new treaty
To live beyond selfish opportunities
and everything you want to keep.
I just can’t wait to see you outside of my dreams, I just can’t wait to taste the lips that throughout his soul’s
Mind was
the best of a blessing , the truth
But until then, I’ll be happy when you’re there
To set me free
Every era has dropped some **** on the mic for the fan of a reality
Wait for the dreams to unravel
Gonna be the best when we start a
#Migrationinternational #NationalTradewisdom
That’s real, real power that I can get engaged with
See ya in the time I am just so happy to be with the Galaxy
I sought to allay
Let me know what dreams are truly about
Don’t want you to end your season
To thrive in the seeds we have been in the busy days together so much for the
Honey I speak
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC