"verbivore" poems
I live
dream
die
to create
complete
each letter
word
turning phrase and
thought-out straightaway
You read
breathe
digest
every syllable
letters strung
like a popcorn necklace
fingerpainted fragment sentences
authoritatively artistic and
defended in brazen resolve
my keeper of the slight,
the nuanced, softly sung,
down-quilted gerunds:
holding, brushing, sweeping
tasting, loving
There is no sound in space.
No quiet nothings whispered.
The sunlight on my face
now scorching, cracking, blistered,
Starvation
comes quickly
when the cook's not around;
so when the words stop
if need be,
feast on me.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
*I'll swath my cliches
in over verbose decadence
and ask forgiveness in the morning.*
Edging
toeing
the fine line in between
Fighting to live
- or -
living to fight
in champagne surged soirees
of surreptitious allergens
Some ******* ballad
donning metalcore methods
aggressive to a fault
that is to say, earth-shattering
unyielding, unwavering, unapproachable
un-fucking-believable
You, me,
they, we,
truncated
but never forgotten
Had
but never spent
Forgotten
but never lost
Your name is in my autocorrect
with siren songs and call signs
from generational grievances,
Chivalrous misandry,
chorus discord
callous
Chandeliers swing
low like chariots.
Samson told us to keep dancing.
We were only listening,
abreast one another,
clad only in our genres.
We were so much more
until we were
lost,
but never mattered.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
A chortle is
a slythy gleeblish burstle
of verbivore
snickerdazzle
daufter.
To chortle is
to gigglenuzzle bubbles
of snottish glimmerguts
that tickletwist speworling
belly happyspritz and
vorment fuzzlefizzes
out your nose.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 10:53 AM UTC