One LessT i cks
are a consistent bed partner
not to be confused with the humming of ceiling fans
or the thrumming of cardiologist fascination
not to be mistaken for
the soft exhalation
in tangled threads or pallid flesh;
certainly they are similar
and quiet audible reactions
can drown within each other
if you listen
there is no mistaking
the clocks subtle lulling:
Thin"Get it out,"Thin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out, between thinning lips and porcelain:
little glass lives on display
we hawk the pretty ones for change
and, knowing better,
pay a glamorous death to love us.
In MemoryThey will miss small fragments of glass when they clean the streetIn Memory5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and they will linger,
like words that fell to the floor to be left unspoken;
because nothing seemed more appropriate than
shocked silence and sunken stares
But one day soon, everyone will collide
just like you: by surprise;
in black and tears, with tarnished smiles
in a failed attempt to make your life
The Missing FrameWe are shells; not the kindThe Missing Frame3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
underfoot upon the shore-
the kind you ext ra ct
Out, from in-side other
larger shells that
We are the necessary evils
that you protest with the lips
and use with the heart
We are triggers and
You will cut us out of the flesh you love
to spite what you have built from us.
I ___ YouLife taught me onlyI ___ You4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
that love is a syllable
between you and I
Pale DelayYou told me we could make snow angels and amends,Pale Delay5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
later in the fall
when the sand was a graveyard for dreams;
we could lay in the waves like corpses
to let the salt drag our souls away with the tide
You promised we could escape together,
later in the winter
to some place they had never heard of;
we could vanish in the twilight to die
content and unremembered
You told me we could make up for lost time
when circumstance was kinder;
we could lose ourselves in the bliss of a tomorrow
that never arrives
Daisy - DisengageI took her from the schoolyard, mechanically,Daisy - Disengage5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all the proper niceties, intrinsically
carving a hollow space in her minds eye with the tip of my tongue;
By the water, we told stories to enumerate our tribulations,
slowly and methodically disengaging with the daisies
- patiently - disengaging
We hid our toes in the sand, she put her head in her hands
to shake the nausea;
she told me it was nothing -
she said shed like to tell me something, about anything
So I listened, while she hid her pain in her analogies,
while I hid mine beneath a heap of broken sentences and lofty ideals -
alongside my uncompromising affection
Of Poets and CosmonautsThe astronauts we abandonedOf Poets and Cosmonauts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the finite expanses of blasted white
riddled the empty with
stark black lines and sharp curves
letters built from letters and mailed home
shipped by ship to our rock
"we will not mine your pages
drinking deep of sadness,
with only these fleshy suits to tether us
to a universe of terror."
Paint ThinnerLove is a parade of flesh knit with daisiesPaint Thinner3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a single pine freshener strung up
in some grungy meat locker
a universe of nouns an' vowels an' verbs
could never wash the smell
of rutting homo sapius
our affectations are
a sadistic "fashion noir" show
minus the clothing
RemissionThis is an exaggeration;Remission5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I'll never lie (down with you)
we can't manage one bed
or one state - at this rate
we'll be corpses by dusk
and that's where they will find us:
dried and lying stagnant on the bedroom floor
each grasping the throat of the other
This is a confession:
I don't have what it takes to live
and my passion is a clever disguise for greed;
I could never have enough
of you or anything, to feel at ease
Strange, ElliottI wrote tragic:Strange, Elliott3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in tongues sharp enough to cut the page itself
the kind of retching hurt they spun to nightmares
back when screaming had a name
I wrote novels on the back of weathered fingers
in bent tones that would put the Artists in their place
to hold even their ringing cursive cheap
I was a poet
only in the stillness we raped
to keep our words from caving in upon each other.
On NaivetyRecklessness joined us, late,On Naivety4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there in your bedroom
where the radio lamented with us our decaying youth;
quietly, so as to be heard but never noticed
and naively, we played along:
sculpting memory made flesh in the absence
of something more meaningful
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
Out-date-dPicked her up at nine - sharpOut-date-d5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tried to wear something more convincing than a smile;
casual but refined: confident but shy of egocentric -
We couldnt decided where to eat
so we had fast food on the roof of my car -
an abandoned parking lot, the one on that side of town,
we ought to avoid this time of night
Got to talking, then to laughing,
got to thinking, then to fucking,
back to thinking, back to talking
- without laughing -
Talking ourselves down and out of responsibility
for our own actions
Dropped her off at 4 - sharp
tried to say something more meaningful than goodnight;
Remember, OhDeja;Remember, Oh2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the taste of iron, suddenly
and soft, unprovoked laughter
[ c o l d ye llo w c ur ls ]
with love between pressed pages
like a gun in the top drawer;
there was a lioness nipping at my collar bone
but she never comes home anymore.
SophiaSophia was a cellist from BostonSophia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with auburn curls that couldn't lie,
struggling with diazepam and insincerity
Her fiancé left three months prior
to fire in her second story studio;
she watched her cell block life
metamorphose into ashes
The next weeks found her
at the corner of Kilby and State;
strings beneath finger tips
and smiling at the irony:
it took watching her life burn
to really start living.
Shall WeShall we dance,Shall We7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this hall of hallucination
Shall we spin,
To the throbbing of our heartbeats
Shall we soar,
On the wings of these emotions
Shall we part,
In a blur of misconceptions
Shall I try,
To swim up to the surface
Shall You sink,
In your sea of self destruction
Shall I cry,
For the love i lost forever
Shall We Be
Give Up, SomeOur intentions slipped quietGive Up, Some2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath the door
to let love run free
in the dusky streets
like some wild killer
just out of jail.
her picture.I found a picture in my box,her picture.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hidden by hundreds more.
The dazzling photo caught my breath,
I met this girl before.
Clothed in a gown of satin and silk,
She held my eyes forever.
Light spilled upon her beautiful face;
Smile lit brighter than ever.
Set flowing against her flawless frame,
Was an illuminating gold.
Each sparkling piece above her chest
Reflecting light as they were told.
Beyond this dress was something more,
What pulled me from the start.
Her figure, her eyes, this pretty girl
Completely stole my heart.
Mesmerized in her perfection,
I couldn't help but count the ways.
My hand took to her every line;
revelationswill you please paint the world stark glossy white?revelations6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while they're innocently dreaming.
white should stand for madness.
when they awake, the whole world will be mad!
it's visually addictive, imagination.
you could live in it forever,
calling yourself the great-great-grandaughter of eternity
(not eternity herself; that would be selfish.)
there are times when words write themselves into a corner, into your head.
but they leave.
and you're left with cynical observations of the so-called natural world.
and people say you act like you're better than them! but that can't be true.
because you know you're not real.
CatharsisLet the silence overcome youCatharsis6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the silence erase all thoughts
so there is only feeling
out here in the snow.
Let the silence kiss your lips
Let the silence caress your soul
there is love here
Love Like Winter.
Don't let the silence linger too long
soon it shall bite your lip,
stab your soul,
and prostitute you.
Can you feel the blood run down your lip?
Can you feel the poison in your veins?
You can never cleanse yourself.
You sigh contentedly as it overcomes you.
DisengageDance with me, shadowsDisengage9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take me into step
Help me to disengage myself
From this unbridled chaos
From this world that no longer holds a place
Teach me the stride you so easily walk
So that I may find rest
In the repetition you seemingly endure
Hold me to your consciousness
To the awareness I now lack
Understand my weariness and the
Disillusionment it represents
Lead me into the simplicity of the darkness
You've made your home
Because, I can't stand one more moment
In this standstill circumstance has
And only you can set me free