"tastelessness" poems
The cover band plays a tirade
of songs we all heard before.
They switch to originals;
which all sound the same.
Originality is as rare as a dollar in my pocket
and just as likely to be spent in tastelessness.
She wore her dinner loose - more of a greasy pub lunch.
******* harder than diamonds in the open winter heat.
Not hungry anymore.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
In you, there must be empathy,
For my madness, I've become.
No other names to call me by,
I am Mr. Numb.
The pain of the daily tastelessness,
Seems to lose itself in obscurity.
In the abstraction of shape and form,
I care to question me.
In you there must be hope,
For my mirror, you've become.
You will be my clarity,
I will not be numb.
The moment that we met,
Was ingrained within my mind,
But as the hours turned to days,
In the darkness, I now find...
Abstractions, you and tastelessness,
I'm found, obscured in loss.
My mind is the universe you reside within,
And emotion remains the boss,
As hours, weeks and years pass,
A moment becomes them all.
In the way a seed becomes a tree,
As we watch it slowly fall.
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 8:56 AM UTC
Two soldiers
Who write together
Question life's
Serenities
Loving words
Is a craft
Of crazy wastefulness
And tastelessness
I forget at times
That the moon
Does but one job
And the flowers
Dewy, yellow, and ******
Lay there
Looking nifty
Laugh at the clothed mother
At the way she prances
And dances
At her own secret sorrows
She knows
But is unable to show
A word
Is a word
With one thousand meanings
Some are demeaning:
**** you
**** my ****
Lick my duck
Your never enough
But whom do I truly talk to?
An illiterate
With already enough of the jive ****
Or maybe
A stronghold of a woman
With a temper tantrum
Of an intellectual
But a face of suction
Grudges ain't never enough
For they share no sense
Of absolute solitude
To write
To be alone
To cry
And then die
And to then reach readers
Where ever they may be
Will ask,
Why?
Why?
Why?
Ha!
All who strive to feel
Love to be beaten
But they are the ones with the questions
And we are the ones with the answers?
Go to the monsters upstate
They've been signing all their papers
With ink blots and officially posted dates
A will less man
In a world un-renewed
Is a follower
In a loser's shoe
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 9:20 PM UTC
The humor flies right over heads,
Like leaves off trees much too overgrown.
Quick to shoot and stab in darkness,
Naked kitchen table manners,
Plastic flaccid people actors,
Vacant star shaped locket
Picture frames a blackmail recipient.
Forget your names for heavens sake.
Preface to my new face in tastelessness,
Fragrant little boomer baby.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
I’ve chewed this gum to tastelessness
For I fail to find the words to describe
How wilting day-old roses make me feel
As I cringe to the sound of cuddling nearby
Among other intimacies…
I attempt to make it a testament to my strength
And regard those sounds as mindless background noise,
Not worth my time.
But if I give in to such thoughts,
Is that not already a sign of weakness?
And what now that I’ve accepted it?
Things won’t change.
I’ll have to keep pretending
That needles don’t hurt when they ***** my heart
In the same way he deals me piercing stares
And lulls me into daydreams with his voice.
It’s senseless of me to continue
I’m simply digging myself into a bigger whole of despair
As my fantasies grow more fantastic.
If only I could say the roses were from him…
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
Pulsing
Pulsing
All I'm doing is pulsing
A tight grip on loose air
A fickle taste of lips in the midst of a tragic interwoven memory despite their tastelessness and despite their grievance. Destroy them upon where they stand, and not because you want to but because they have to go. The shimmers of electric signals sending to your brain, seeing stars from a fall or dizziness from the spiral staircase which sends you to where you now seem to be. Desolate and a holiday and a slap and a curfew and a nap in the lake of humanity in the woods of lunacy in the dark of what we fail to see.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
The melancholic stir of emotions
Deforming this whirlpool,
The miserable stench
Accompanying noses around,
The tastelessness
Smoking up the tasteful surroundings,
The crazy scent
Climbing out mindlessly....
Just to get bottled in this purity.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
The boulevard is hollow with sounds
of a shadow falling down,
caresses late night 2 in-the-morning
as he's roaming with no purpose
but to be found
homeless yet under dark canopies' night
no wakeful eyes
with their human curiosity can witness
the part-time employment
of a piece of meat...
He has lost count of years,
the self-deluded reasons behind why
still alive
his feet are numb
his senses save for scent & tastelessness
have intertwined
as destitute as cruel as thirst
/ un-cared for
used for last, far from first...
oh where to go, and how to get there
what to do when kind arrives?
with dust of too many past lives
he's fabricated a coat of armor
dementia for his steed he rides
with shield of quick words remiss of wit
dagger of harsh emotions
self inflictions like a whip
the truth is
there's no such thing as happy endings
for a thing like him
piece of meat at markets
that cater to the web
to the beasts...
A piece of meat has no story
when it is consumed
to fill the hunger of insatiable eschewing
like teeth of wolves sharply chewing
with the voracity of fierce
unfed hunters killers thieves
for them it is easiest to capture
the **** who is blind
than discover that their food
in it’s short lived time
had a life,
complicated lack of voice
complete with name and face and choice
suddenly the price has its admission
into existence
how to consume the friend now known?
or infect another now
reflecting the flesh of brother...
There is always a choice
to be
what it is you make
yourself
see...
because you see:
"no eyes doth have a piece of meat"
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
joy to my family
peace to my enemy
strength to myself
my wisdom and my health
unkindness is tastelessness
the only way i’ll face this is
my long-term relationships
with compassion and patience
Nov 1, 2023
Nov 1, 2023 at 6:27 PM UTC