6/30/13

The best introduction

I write short poems because i work short poetry like a short ranged fighter jet or something 
That's why i feel like i'm entitled to this really long introduction that contains vital but uninteresting information 
Like breathing 
I think i may just breathe to you this next piece and let you squirm in your seats like some silly sadist reaching over
The crowd in my mind full of curved wits like knives ready a cut me the fool 
Cut me and pool the bleded words I could a sworn held more of an impact than a breath
But because i value your time and maybe even value my blood I'll throw this next like a spacecar ramped up to huperdrive
Ripping all the shits you never give alive
And maybe even haunt you as i take a seat by you on the floor
And try to ignore the cheers or jeers and beers that i feel perfectly old enough to drink goddammit!
I take kindly to the sidetrack but ne'er quite before have i surfaced this much plated gold shit to purpose as a pre-performance wit 
Now, understandably, we're all sick of it 
So here it goes:
My poem:
....
Fuck

Blanche

The yellow covers our only love
Covers our only soul
And covers our only sight
Of this magnified mystified mastery
Whose heart has slipped out

The footsteps I should hear
Stay suspiciously near
To that place never here

Even blue can't seem to hold its hue
As if we all jumped ship 
And any remaining 
are the lasting receptors
That we couldn't eliminate by maiming

The heat I should be feeling
Takes to a mountainous sheer
Of fear and weary reeling
Against absolutely nothing

Blackbeat brightness

Why don't I stay up all night? If all I would enjoy by the light lives in bronze and scintillation that's sheer enervative sensation
All much too awful o describe by a hive striving deadly to stay alive through our own contamination flooding forests burning nations in my mind and everything at everything's signed off to the divine that I can't truck with in the daytime but in this catacomb of ways I find much more than men of days and haze 
I find a charcoal-blackened maze
Fit to fill me 
As it may

Tunnels

Sometimes I wish I could stay in the tunnel forever

Then I might forage my way
To the deep that is the heights
Of my fantasy's arrangement
Where else do I go
When the sun seems so silty

I could hone a comfort place
Full of Innocence pertinence
In the succulence of space
Caught trapped
Invited to Dine
Dine in low light salty light
Reverie

By the tunnels that neither promise nor defeat
Our ignorant upbeat







Vested vex

Above me streams a valley
Beside me streams a valley
Below the valley even mocks
Deadly
Accurate
Close
The mockery shoots to pin me
To my planetary isolation

They think they've bested me
As I shrivel into a
Valueless vacuum 
I track myself to the back again
Vision panes on plated plains
Never to release
They have bested me
But Wait until I explode

Character

King character
Cool as the copper
Cradle by crying
Flames forged in
Fruitful features
Fermented on 
Changling chimeras 
Of wit and willful Cunning 
caring For nothing but nimble
Numeration 
Cancellation 
And incarceration
Of the feeble feelings 
That figure the frailty
Into a flurry of faults

Here he hums
Abright as anthems
To the tingling taste 
Pooling the pious 
Into a praying paste
And rolling the ripe
To hear him heal
The very source of the caine
With inebriate pain

6/29/13

Meetings

Do you claim yourself to your name?
Have you ever heard yourself say it?
Have you gone just aside
And suck in the moment of greeting?
Where newfoundlings alight by your own eyes
To bridge a sounding space.
Have you pried apart the artwork of your grace, stature, and pace
How do you know even your name,
If you have not met yourself?

6/28/13

Crave

Cannabalistic cravings
Fulfill in your frightful ravings
And the tables turn on a revolving war

Shush dear
Listen to the tableau appear
As I open up your hive 
And take a deep drink inside 

Pan

Crystal pan of vision starts
A simple derision 
Between lifelike
And the perfect incision 

6/23/13

Shiptipped

In ship I tip
It's windy round the hull
The gulls are rather crafty 
To invent me at my best
Insisting I am one the pest
But shut their beaks
Shut their scrawk
Shut it
Shut

Maybe, I thought, the vacuum
Racks the stains the sticks inhumed
Into character remembered 
Into new perfume 

Here in ship I tip dismembered
Combobs distempered
And slewn about in twos
Molding obscene
As mold in a horror dream
That I myself have conjured

Tipping sick forever
Until someday that I remember
Where the days all drifted to
Where autonomy enters you

Airship

I hear you dreaming
Why
When silence caps with click
What years of pressure slick
I hear so loud your dreaming 
Why!
For anyone can draw a ship
But no one knows it fly
I feel the power in touch from land
I see it future my tingling hands
Pressing a dream
Quiet, unseen
Until I absolutely skewer the sky

6/20/13

Something to need

Never needed but to need
So see me weep
To drop in dreaming fast and deep
To where a hidden nectar seeps
From sunburst innards wound in throe
 Another
From sanctified scourging barrow
 Some other
Arrows that bleed in human color
Much more of needs than I could know

6/16/13

Smallsmith

Atomic projection
Me at my correction
Leaving hours of my day
To time spent well in deception
Ticking turning winching learning
Full finality burning
At Candle-flame brightness
Of Close-handled yearning

There

Your hand floats through my skin
Finding fruiting faults therein
You take yourself from me
Leaving needy kneads
Puffing blood through the water of my eyes
Sepia stains my sighs
Bright in the calmest wise
But altogether washing
I can't understand this
I can't deal with this
Cool Wishing turns old 
And dismissing
Where
Where
Where are my burning bright eyes

6/14/13

Forward?

Dutiful nukes go down to fight
And writing won't save you
In money
In might
We all fear in violence
That goes squeak in the night

It's too late to name this

On the heads
Of needles 
That sew the land to the sea
And the sea to the sand
There's a dance in a forgotten clarity
In a hindleg leap over an age
Over a great span of developement
Culminating like to funnels to point the way
Deep into the crevices
Past the crusts 
Of each speck of dust's dust
And further
An farther

Mochi makes mundane

Mochi in the pavement
Strapped with phrame and names
Of the placements
That follow man to the grave
Mochi's in the pavement
Bur see, she cries atop it
She lies above the atoms that make it 
An unruly and testing planet
Bent to force our eyes
,Inward on sapient ties,
To the starbright ablazing embers
Of life-light skies

Twist

A twixt of my twist
You throw me the might be
Like an insulated beach
Soft to the code
Keeping me
Kissing me
Caring
But all along a trained soul 
Living herself away at me
Genie of a tease
Moves without breeze
Until she twists me through
And we Cease

Flashout

Sea-anemone starting
 sunlight squeal
Nightcrawler crying
Eyelids a-peel

Tightrope switch 
Pulls us out of it
He has only eyes
He has only eels
Razorlight 
Lazerflight
Cuts us to our heels
And then.
And the ...

Eye-shape-un-sur-pri-sing
Teeth-that-ar-en't-figh-ting
The slow drip
Flushing neck
A click to send them flying

Crane

Ol' angling angles
Yellow green and orange
In Supple suffusion
To the realm above

They flurry up raport
By a seagull spray
Passing away
To another world

Turn

Each centimeter
Turning i am
To still 
To quiet 
Picture phrame fruition
Each millimeter
Turns me slower
To see it all 
Glow before
My eyes
Each node
Pulses
Growing
Times stop
To see everything more

Suspended morning

Everywhere striking
Full force and frightning
Before i knew it
I had her in my arms

Solace stilts
Steam wilts
You play them out
And she's in your arms

Sleep, a horizon,
Haunts the light
Of a dawn 
That will never come
Together we wait
For the sun

Know

Know me
Kinetically
Touchless
And firm
Holding
Beyond a word
Beyond a moment
Through me
Woo me
True me

6/3/13

Mollusk

Mollusk me a message
As gold melts off my legs
An goes to pool around my feet
As meat of meal and muscle
Move their way onto defeat
A the eyes of making meaning
Mean to make themselves a treat
Mollusk me a message