Friction

I've always wanted to understand friction
Where heat and callous meet
I've always felt
The blows pummel and pelt
What else?
Oh, to see my assailant

Yet i know what is not friction
At times
At times an open eye finds an open sigh
Releasing god from pressed shoulders

In life's kiss
At a time like this
Where the whirl waits
To let the clouds by
Fast as easy
But tempered
With fly

I've always understood friction
Just never why

Never a moment

Never moment occurred to me
A pull this moment now throws
So that lusty sewage drains
To cement floor and chains
What chains of love
And of affection
They caress like splints and wraps

Pain, an air-old spear
Making tear-whole to our mirror
In the wake of an affliction

Plucking awake
Pilfering so awake
Pricking so far awake
To tearless, casual agony
The kind that keeps you there

And what was what i cared?
That so quick a tower pales
Peak overshadowed to squeak
I meant a care.
Please believe me.
Every second i meant for the last
And now
At last...

For this i am sobered:
That until now
Never a moment occurred to me

Extrescence

This is a poem of extressence
Of candids quipped quitely
Of cursory curses caressing
Nurturing in cursors
And feeding on the blessing
A god bless america!
And a neolithic OOH-RAH!
I'm hardly heady but my head feels heavy
Plugged with luggs too cold to be dead
So pressing and pushy, impressing my head
With clickers and pictures-- there goes the levy
Brain tumbles everywhere
It fills in dull red
This is a poem of putrescence
How a sickness boils and bloats
How while it feels so good to vomit
Where do you put the shit you eat
Where do you step to ease your feet
Where can you sweat out what you read?
Hide me.
I've done a terrible thing.
I took a glass of fix-it
Let it ring
I sneaked a peek of slipstitch symbol
When i was writing
Don't you see the cold Hypocrisy!
An ardent worder gone to click it
like an adolescent Sadducee
Forgive me language
Forgive me god
May my soul rest for this crime
I'd wager it already gone

Fission

Give me a drink
To wash this taste from my mouth
To wash the waste from my mouth
Disgrace in the house
The house of the lord

Surely name overrides shame
That makes me laugh
like a cheap perfume
I laugh for noxious fumes
What more to do?

What more can live in this fission
Between consequence
And bad decision

Tomorrow is beautiful

Tomorrow is beautiful,
But let's not be coy
I went saw a truthifer
He said i enjoy
The Countless encroachables
That don't press the door
But wait in our whimsied words
Tales of distant shores

What's more! Croaked the truthifer
No fool should you be
If wanting leaves you waiting
For perfect lady
I let off the melody
Of a pulsing panting smitten soul
Luck be to you, wisened one
For tuning to my goal

Now fireside approaches
Forgetting true grit
A warming awaiting immanence
Reader, do you wit?
For if you do
Don't rid of it
I need something
till tomorrow

Yellow

In your room make room for small lights
And in your house, burn a candle
For though overhead overshadows them
-sight by candle posing tedium-
Those precious stars resume

In your distant night
In afternoon gloom
There wind behinds aglow
Marveling small
For the god behind glass
Of flickering yellow

Comeabound exhaustion

That day I took her to the night
And stroked it in a sweeping gesture
What pain had wrought that hapless daze
As I looked upon the lights
Of which, myself became a fixture
In the foggiest of glaze

She turned and asked me what i saw
To which i feared reply
I let myself give in to awe
To steep my feet
Dissolve the beat
Breath pause for asking why.

That day i told her by the muse
stroking it's Tawny mane
Lores forbidden even to dark
Who stooped to hear it said
Of spectral hounds invoking close
Upon ticking, tiny heads

It furthered full in routes divine
It took the senses--and what else is
Yours as well as mine.
Hers as well as ours
And it laid with us sublime, it did

She turned to me with some warrant of love
But i turn my ins back
I looked inside for a tale to ride
I saw an empty sack
A notice of billing on the mantle above

I look this girl
I look this night
I look the fixtures
No more
I sigh

So Says the reminiscent fool
With nothing more to give
If only for one moment could
he play as well as live

Fruit

We take our time to consider keys
the fortune of the most personal kind
coincidental masterpieces flown in by storm
chaotic resolve of the mind
We take our days sipping what elucidation
that eases through our spirits in tides

A pressing moment forms, at moments of recede
we tell tarry to pick its sides
We come to points, pointedly armed
with needles unbent on foes
Explosion to depths-- phasing out sundries
points open in blossoming rose

Cradled rose holding
until it is too much
then ceremony shreds the rose
to druss

We take our time to consider the petals
Falling, Swelling in the visceral sea
coincidental masterpieces flown away by storm
collective foraging of We

Contrary

Contrary to the evidence you witness
This writer is too weary to write
the scrolls ran out
to a gritty, singed end
Satisfaction banned even then
And bitterness set in
Even that too fell away
like guilted sin

Contrary to the evidence of my brain
The soul's sluggish and wisped
Contrary to hard events
to pain
i Seem aswell on seas whose breeze
suck the swell of my geas
All over again
All over again i've doubt
that settles now in literary drought

Contrary to the construct
Of health and glamour in my life
You people don't give me happiness
You of the clever knife
You of the soulless plunge
to unhinge mysteries
expunge

i plea for letting be
For them to get away from me
but it strikes me now
So contrary

Everbristling

I used to write words for what wasn't there
They condensed like clips on balding hair
They culled to bare a witless wind
of whose effects I summoned in

Yet you set to pull strings and undo me
bound to sound doves of pertinence through me
So full a chorus in verdent air
yet kindled kind, to show me care
And so pure a demure allowed to brew
In me. For you.

My phraming vice for whom I take each day to laud
With meager recompense wrought in gilded awe
These lightblind gifts I place to base a further series
of clever ones and heartfelt tons
to send your eyes ableary
but they fail to narrow or divide the realms
that branch everbristling into a cosmic elm
So forgive my poor feints to express a heart
When the heart so enrobes in such a piece of art

Sitting the sky by

I sat a conversation by
Wouldn't anybody
With a winter's clean sky
Where the rim is as orange as it should be
After so many days bundled
He shook his cumulus coat
to sing me a refrain
An interchange I can't have wrote

He looks so old
wrinkles ringing the dome
His skin tallowing
to a purple close to home
where the sky kisses field
and field blushes sensually
in the floral burst
that still haunts
men of steel
men of velvet
I can see he misses her
He moans to those below
tuning his great eye
To the heartest, wrenching sigh
as I sat the conversation by

have you ever noticed
(and excuse me for my silly
but have you noticed really?)
that the sky does not change
Sure, he bumbles along
Shine to rain
but have you ever thought
that though our presences shift
And change
and our towns grow
and we old and slow
and we scurry here-there
In a footstep maelstrom
He's still here
Even now
as I sit a conversation by

As I walk the next day
he filled the air
to grant me entorage
tenderness pattering my hair.






PS: I'm not sure this last stanza fits. Give thoughts.

Unsolvency

Swings a pendulum on my neck
Lolling beatless to the mind
Heaving
Swaying
Closed in Truth of Lie

meditation spells
Send me down
To the hells
A colding, wantless place
Devils are of every corner
A conglomerate nothing
It whispers like static
of just parts of things
lessening importance
to infinity

Now to keep my head skyward
Heaven knows the time's ripe
Now to fish my innards out
to life
I bring my eyes
-- none else obliged
From the ever fathomed sea
To look high
at grey sky
at inkling unsolvency

Dare

Should it stay secret?
Should I scream it to the ends?
Should I worry of the envy
sure to invoke among my freinds?
Should I call a lawyer?
Should we tighten it to treaty?
Is it right to have rights
to elemental beauty?

So kind
so true
so sharp
A whiplike shock at the very start
Yest so swing
so sly
So worth it

Should I dare to call her perfect

I

dear heavenly I
a letter of impish infamy
iron clad to a face
yet impossible to meet in one's head
to embrace
too much spoken for the magnanimous name
like bouncing balls into a volcano
"I feel
I think
I want"
to sink into deep cessions
though this raised figure tilts ad twirls
to glint the sun
who holds it, friend?
something? someone?
which I allows to I another?
which sounds spell out the sound of a druther?




Forgive my recent poetry snap. been away. been Musicaling in different manners.
I don't like what I've recently writ. I suspect a down time perhaps, to recuperate or quit.
However, however bad I become, I intend to think this way. it breeds well-thought thinks.

Comfort

Comforter pulled
pressed up to my cheeks
pause for a sigh
then the ears stoop to seek
a comfort drawn 'way
proposed that morning of firsts
it trickled through my ears
taking care of my thirsts
so much lack like so much black
blankets the stage of a falling mind
though at times off-setting
i do recall
a fondness for the simplicity of blind.

Here

Gallon drops on the screen
Skewing everything
it makes me so cold
so cold to see
too cold to be
Here

While crisp drips zag down
without a sound
I feel a peculiar spirit
a demon of drown
Here

So out I go to see my fortune
One unwon
I'll shock the world--I know it
If I could be gone
From here