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Poetry

Latest Archive
  
  • Poems I
  • Poems II
  • Poems III
  • Poems IV
  • Poems V

Poems II

 stick figures #6

 

as with

 

             finalized determination  wa(i)t(ch)ing  a_wry

             single shard of sunlight carrying with(in) it

             man(uscripts) shredded then re-assembled

 

out of order

 

             sensing available droplets pointed toward absorption

              an utter(t)rance figure(d)-ration(ally) not speaking…

              for no(w) purpose will be (n)(h)eeded

 

gathered around

 

               recently discovered longings too easily summoned

               as though time and natural rhythm ciphered inclusively

               spreading grief equally among forgotten penitents

 

return tr(yst)ip(ping)

 

               re: mor(e)se(or)less, necessity dictates  a re(s)po(n)se

               though nothing awaits upon a_(r)rival

               new (d)alliances, drawn worried lines facing

 

imp(ish)erious remarks

 

               (c)hastening movements directed co/out-wardly

                seized by selfless envy acting methodically

                by day,  (cl)amorous sub-text: ‘run if nomin(ally)(h)ated’

 

27,125 days

happy/sad %’s?

in period correct sepiatone

photo fiction erect posturing

the lack of telepathy a blessiing

passion disguised as industr(y)(ious) modest(l)y

assembling a persona(l) vis_age/ion

freely displayed in public

carefully concealed at home

oddly liberated by war -

finally accepted in passing…

Poems II

par (for the coarse)

 

 mad slide slush fun(d)house of mere roars

tricked out sawed off hipshot flotilla synched to strope flamed spin floors

wide draped pants striped, hands wiped, blood typed just right, piped hype

more doors…

 

5-6 w/ kicks, side split quick pics, find double helix

rest stop white pop, soul note long coat, reach out re-mix

stare at eyes shut, take that god smut, outback church hut

blues licks…

 

misstep in depth  red dress death bless - hide stash

dis-pep noir-esque news desk act rash re:hash

source out bad rep don’t flout school prep out shout bridge lept

bring cash…

 

pay-day en-slaved no way be saved make hay sun-craved

bait switch son’s bitch dug ditch pull stitch don’t snitch get rich

call off white cloth gypsy moth fall soft don’t cough

points shaved…

 

out-rage burn sage free cage torn page ease up Big Boy Cruddup

bottleneck throttled wreck high brow low tech sus-pect wow pow de-tect e-rect

pays lee for me holy see pop-py hero wins chinny chin more fine therein

fucked up…

Poems II

stick figures-3

 

 

extant scenic burned out

 

row houses scoped from

 

soot painted railroad portals

 

 

 bite sized morsels of

 

prosaic whiskey kissed ice cubes

 

soaked to the skin

 

 

seated alongside itinerant ravings

 

asking questions telepathically tossed

 

colossal seams split delusions

 

 

redolent of traces elemental

 

alchemy induced retrograde euphoria

 

tracking progress subtracting strangers

 

 

wander mid-stream respite

 

pirated senses motion ahead

 

strains the common thread

 

 

waving at passing fancies

 

oneself fishing for accoutrements

 

decorating disparate musings

 

 

 


 

 

Poems II

stick figures#7

 

more than one mean(der)ing

ashen faced before going home

dividing time - in theory, unbalanced

 

driven by shuttered stars crossed

lovers, lain to rest once knelt in isolation

hoping for breezes to pass through stones

 

faint recognition portends

useless indignation

stretched canvas painted over 3 or 4 times

begs the question…‘am i the quarry?’

 

lost games past letting, monthly tithes

rend cloaked, beleaguered brethren

a_s(l)ide never before (a) scene

 

(in)(an­)terior unreflected myriad vows

of secre(t)(cy) love(d) in silence

long hauling dead dropped main lines

 

concealed among free thinkers

espousing dissociation

covered in c(e)(ommit)ment

unceremoniously pronounced… ‘ fit for duty.’

 

fealty leaves no scarred remains

languid at day’s con(cl)(f)usion

tapered to match  finely honed apparitions

 

re(f)use venerable ideologies humbly

inclined toward jealously guarded anonymity

 penchant for hubris rooted in an_arch(y’s)(aic) womb

 

a balance of pre-war(m) alliances

restructured after consummation

salt tossed over the shoulder stings your stalker’s pride

eyes an opening in the warp… ‘ timed to perfection.’

 

follow closely those projected images

lavishly swathing false prophets in truth

as you know, it hurts but only forever…