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The Undertures of Affection

In Poetry, Uncategorized on November 24, 2016 at 8:36 pm

We were strangers before we weren’t.
Weren’t you strangely familiar,
Weren’t you so closely removed
From everything I had ever experienced,
From everything I’d had with history

I have you with me currently.
You have me with you, yet
We haven’t totally dissolved the strangeness of it.

We’re a string of exposures
Taken from unexposed piles
To dry on a clothesline in a room
Lit by nothing but desperately needing sunlight
To dry our soakingly overt undertures
At each other by way of avoidance.

We fell upon filler to hole up awkwardly
Together. We are awkward, but
We so desperately need each other.

You make me so desperately happy.
In the exposures I hope that shows.
Through the negatives, through fear,
Through the moments that skip,
I”ll hold onto your picture.

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A line in the Sand

In Poetry, Uncategorized on November 24, 2016 at 8:29 pm

At least I know that I’m dumb.
It’s a line in the sand,
Some see it and some don’t .
There are no smart people,
There are no ignorance-void gods.

Among us, uncertainty dumbs us all
Along fallible passages.
Our cobblestoned  aspirations and beliefs,
They walk us drunk towards passing out
On the hope that all ends well…. despite

Our sober mind’s hard fear of the imaginable terminations of each our own dreamed-up know-it-all kingdom.

Crumbled Earnings

In Poetry, Uncategorized on November 14, 2016 at 8:27 pm

I desire a headache
Just to to acknowledge the robbed-throbbing
One-splitted goings for each general
Makings of a thing not just like I lied them….

I desire a slapping stingfuls’
Assessment of my aspirations gone regular
Rank my runnings for “Most Deserved
Shitting-Good Burn”. Insolvencies

Spill me out of my trough.
-I desire my acute voice-over to think
Of the non-nuisance it is. Mundane business
Behaves me to root inside these

Crumbled earnings.

Enormous Simplification

In Poetry, Prose on November 7, 2016 at 10:08 pm

Be heard of dependent importance,
Imperatively so.
Use associated words in many-word
Cuckoos, chords.
Approach an important place.
We can locate definitions
And ignorance
There.

The wold has fantastic images,
Uncountably so.
Imagine those images as sounds,
Those sounds as words.
Speak those words and be

Utterly disappointed with the quality of translation.

Lick your lips and try again.
Enjoy the frustration-accumulation.

Turn off the lights. Lie in the dark,
Desperately waiting to “sleep on it”…

Jerk off.

Find the fridge. Chug a half-carton of milk.
Take a pill and pass out thinking (still).

In Poetry, Uncategorized on July 28, 2014 at 5:23 pm

An overeaten white hmm shy
Of ripe, full of puss, hairless. 
The nasality echoes lodgers,
Mucus-hardened. Shopping
For apple pie. Fair warning:
“Best before hygiene enters
The conversation”. Trophies
For the mess hall, calculator
Boobs for the teenager. Bar
None, less is more or less
More than least of all: taste. 

In Poetry on July 23, 2014 at 9:04 pm

I have tears inside my happiness

And like a window open to traffic,

Exhaust. I know that byproducts

Happen, that costs always occur.

The wind in my hair isn’t free but

How much it feels unborrowed. Me

And that expensive velocity, we

Are good for journeys but journeys

Aren’t good for ever. I would brake

My appetite to thin out into escape

If there wasn’t still gas in the tank. 

They were always gravity

In Poetry on December 8, 2012 at 10:10 pm

Neck, that creature’s discomfort
Beckons a hunch; shoulders sag
Forward the floor, minutes lag
Past lunch. Eaten

Are the rest of beings so beaten shapeless?
Covered cape-less fiction, lived-in
Costumes exoskeleton
A soft interior, shelled like melons

-are you seedless, will I need to spit?
The worries of a spineless twit. I am
That twit I am that twit, I am
Worries, and they were always gravity.

Butter

In Poetry on May 28, 2012 at 12:03 am

Give me a a bit of butter on my bread
Give me a bit of heart attack with my sustenance
Give me a bit grease for my organs
Because right now they feel
Far too clean
For this body
Because right now they feel
Far too pristine
For this world
Because right now they gleam
With the fragile disaster
Of wearing white to work
In a coal mine.
Give my innards a little
Grit, a little
Reality

Increments

In Poetry, Uncategorized on May 24, 2012 at 5:44 pm

Increments need scales to crawl along;
They are linear creatures:
Pay scales,
Weigh scales,
Piano scales,
Pain scales
-Increments have such dry-inching variety!

They are creeping creatures:
Pay cuts,
Weight gain,
Minor accidentals,
Escalating pain
-Increments have such subtle-pinching mandibles!

Increments build
In tiny scuttlers,
One upon the other,
Into tunnels or towers
Of buggered ticking
Antennas feeling out
Every milliseconds’ crawl
Along its linear lines.

Blackluster Orgasnsms

In Poetry on May 22, 2012 at 3:41 pm

Aw(ache) on screwedges
Breathing paradoxygen.
A twenty-thirst zenture:
Reading singhilarity
About the unidiversitrying
Astronominative complexicon
Of existensues from
Antique matter eating
Fission chips a chiselled
Wonderated passworderless
Ordure of a tattoo
On the forehead that says:
“forehead”;
An ode to redun(dance)
A hole in the floor,
Call it brightless
And let gravity pull you in.