she shows
projects the puzzle box pandora forgot
kept demons locked in their swaddling cloths
please expound on the difference between
slut and enigma
a low yellow glow
her headlights are cloudy
trying to guide tired eyes
our fathers and her father
left no spikes in the tires
she sewed
a special spot, your name
lest she forgot her soul
was once big, shared loud like
a poor christmas crock pot
he knows
she subsided with a riptide
underwent the undertow
until all to see are
lowest common facial features
waters grow with the
click of the odo and
taps on phone screened
and he knows
the great distances
are ones unseen
Showing posts with label poetry class. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry class. Show all posts
Monday, February 15, 2010
Monday, November 30, 2009
of white to pink/unfold to wilt
sex of pollen bursting
gives little shelter
your sister goes before
the tabernacle rattles
swoon to fallen
colors change
arrange rearrange
in front of you
go before you feel
your sisters tears
mulch and motley
feels ungodly fears
shedding, peeled
gaining years
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
my life
first musical roads
then the stage, bigger stage
songs, songs, songs
the entire album
screams screams screams
from girls, and girls
believing in me
coming together
being musicians, being
on different continents for weeks
smoked, dropped
i can see the spirits
changed into costumes
then i had a beard
then
then
years imploded
confusion
bad accident
screams, girls, crying
i didn’t feel anything
remembered
rest
Monday, September 7, 2009
poem #1
i followed it and tackled it, angry,
until i had it headlocked
it swallowed spit and when it bit, fangy
my arm hung limp in deadlock
when will feelings learn
to wait until their turn to show
resentment to me
on the street is where everyone knows
that i loved you and from you,
the one thing i got in return
was this feeling of reeling
like butter, these guts pound and churned
heart be still, it's my will
and only my sense you obey
i'll be ruled by no hearty fools
oh please tool me tward matters of grey
for the brain holds no pain
just the stains that remain
of the memories that stayed to serrate
but my heart is a lark
that will start to embark
at the speed of a quark and migrate
until i had it headlocked
it swallowed spit and when it bit, fangy
my arm hung limp in deadlock
when will feelings learn
to wait until their turn to show
resentment to me
on the street is where everyone knows
that i loved you and from you,
the one thing i got in return
was this feeling of reeling
like butter, these guts pound and churned
heart be still, it's my will
and only my sense you obey
i'll be ruled by no hearty fools
oh please tool me tward matters of grey
for the brain holds no pain
just the stains that remain
of the memories that stayed to serrate
but my heart is a lark
that will start to embark
at the speed of a quark and migrate
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