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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.
i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;
i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)
and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.
The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.
But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a
Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.
PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink
A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint
with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
and here you are:
facing a choice between
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
this is what
SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and my frowning smile.
The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free
Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –
survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,
how many graves are we standing on, today?
A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.
A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.
I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!
I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
in the future.
Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this
A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit
Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)
dance with the gypsies
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
and the faultlines
so, so graceful)
sing with the nymphs
it's growing old,
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,
be nestled in a king's arms
(oh, you precious
Puppet My tears fall,
My heart beats,
because of the
Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?
The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...
Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?
I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my min
DangerousMermaids; they seduce you then hold you under
Vampires; will kiss your lifeblood away
Mages, will turn your own mind against you
While trolls will hunt you down if you stay
Run through the woods, don’t stop for nothing
Monsters wait with jaws opened wide
Ignore that pretty elf, who’s probably plotting something dark
For she will torture you once she’s lured you inside
Orcs; will have a craving for your flesh
While dwarves are just prejudiced against your height
Dragons are very skilled when it comes to fire
While faeries will torment you throughout the night
So run little weakling, don’t stop now
The faery realm has go
A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.
Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.
Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!
I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even
strategic interceptiona. "sir, did you or did you not speak to your then fiancé about the purchasing of xxxxxxx for recreational use, on the 5th of June, 2004?"
b. "um, i'm not sure what you are referring to---that was 8 years ago."
a. "sir, are you denying that you made a phone call on the 5th of June, 2004, in
which you, and i quote, said "i'm thinking about hitting up Randy for some
a. "i may of said any number of things in June of 2004"---may i ask where you
are getting your information concerning this supposed comment on this supposed
b. "we got our information from Verizon, the company whose phone pl
accusing the war criminalwhen the "dignitary,"
the president or the lesser puppet
stands down from their post
to "write" their book &
blab on the lecture circuit,
those who remember the bloodshed
of which their administrations
make their way to the front
to grab the mic & point the finger
at the figurehead of
the button pushing, torturous
who continue to lead our world
these war criminals will not be
exemplified at another
for there will never be another---
s/he gains immunity from the
world's ability to imprison them &
keep them from profiting after
they leave th
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, GAZAwill the Palestinian children of Gaza
who get sicker by the day
from drinking the polluted water
(caused by the Israeli government's
Operation Cast Lead 2008-2009
bombing of Gaza, which obliterated
the sewage system there, subsequently
leaking poisonous anemia & cancer-
causing nitrate levels into the water
system, with a blockade still running
that keeps the people of Gaza from
having any access to clean water)
if they live to do so,
the FREE ELECTION in 2006
when Hamas was brought into the
making both Israel & it's big brother
(whose attempt at overthrowing Hamas
just downright pissy
empty are the talking headsempty
are the talking heads
shouting at the masses---
"if you're working, you
shouldn't be poor in america,"
says mr. hope & change,
yet how many of us are working
for less than what the rest of the
west pays their workers?
mr. $200-$250 million net worth
tells us that the wage we get paid
should change as to the rate of
inflation & yet
since 1968, with the rise escalating,
we should be receiving over $10.00 an hr
vs. the $7.25 that we get now---
anyone remember when he was running
for governor of Massachusetts &
he spoke of needing to raise the minimum
wage, only to veto the bill proposed to
pick up the torchhad Julian been even a sparkle in his
when Ray put the pen to Fahrenheit 451,
one might have witness the light being
straight from one hand to the next---
from Zamyatin to
Huxley & from Huxley to
Orwell & from Orwell to
Mr. Bradbury & from Mr. Bradbury to
Burgess, from Burgess to Atwood &
as one picks up the torch,
cranking the floodlights on the
dastardly deeds of the empire at hand
12 more flick on their lighters,
17 more strike matches &
light candles, whilst the flashlights,
the spotlights, the headlights,
the energy saving sunlight bulbs &
even the bug lights,
all spread like rampant wi
fortunate camaraderienow when i talk of our fortunate nature
i do not speak of relationships
which started in physical romance &
bloomed into something that society
i do not speak of those friendships bred by
the dollar, for the dollar & in the name of
the dollar &
i definitely do not speak of those connections
that are said to extend beyond the grave,
as nothing does
(we all become ash one way or the other),
what is valuable between us is our ability
to discover one another via
the interests of which we share &
the struggles of which we endure,
without obligation &
this purest form of camaraderie
thick skinbetter late than never
to have acquired that thick skin
as she spent so many years envying those
while tearing up her own insides
like she had purposefully swallowed
watching the world round her enclose &
her options for being "saved"
men in her life who had brought with them an
inferiority complex &
women in her life who had instilled within her a
basket of groundless & ever-multiplying aesthetic solutions, yes,
better late than never to
gut them all out like a specially designed grapefruit spoon does
the flesh of the grapefruit or
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