RecessionA man on fire walked calmly out of the building, through glass doors that were maybe there, maybe not. Hit the bricks, pound the pavement, skin a cat or two. I saw what he was thinking, it formed a black cloud above his head.Recession4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He thought of old photographs and wicker furniture, of how dark it was inside for all of those plants to thrive. He thought of chances taken and opportunities missed. The monologue in his burning head was a constant buzzing fly, a death rattle.
Old TV shows, bad poetry, seasons, songs and metalworks; nothing could shut out the memories or calm the storm inside. Treading water, he wished that he could fly again. Over the horizon he walked, never seeing the starving child scuffling along behind.
A man on fire disappeared from the picture plane today, through glass doors that were maybe there, maybe not. Hit the road, Jack, make tracks, don't step on a crack. Leaving dust and ash, smoke-feathers and birthday candles, he receded.
BluesMorning comes in widow's weedsBlues4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
settles to the bottom of my cup,
begging to be stirred,
wondering why my chin
has fallen over the rim
and how come my feet
take forever to shuffle
over floorboards and dust.
I am vacant, worn down -
just this mud-bare rug,
heels bleeding gray,
and so tired
I forgot how to say your name
or the color of the walls
when I turn out the lights.
It is just the pain of you
settling in again
with leftover Sunday evening.
GlassGlassGlass3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Glass is dried light.
What we cannot touch
now holds our wine.
Yet once caught,
a nervous hand, brown grit will shatter it.
My words are dried perceptions.
What I cannot say
now fills the silence.
A strained image, a hesitation ...
What I give to you
is a thing alien to itself.
DeployThe ladies were aghastDeploy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the day you wore red
to your sister's funeral;
but you didn't want to live
safe as a new bed.
You said you didn't want a wedding -
all that white
made you too tired
and only the lucky
got to pick their fates.
So I touched you
in your war zone,
that place you were most fickle
and hoped my parachute
would not deploy
or land us
in the wrong place.
Maybe I will pull
your bliss cord after all
but that look in your shoulders
and your skirt keeps closing
over my head
like a venus fly trap
caught at prayers.
Mad ManI think I lost usMad Man4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a glass of scotch -
going down like
every mad man
I ever envied.
Why did I believe
your lips tasted
sweet and heathen
like the heather
I laid you in
that last night
I came home?
I had a thing
for damaged women,
and you could drink
your mother's last words
Prima NoctaIt doesn't happen how you think it does.Prima Nocta1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You're probably strung out, ducked into the wrong alley to hit the pipe. It waited there, watching you, biding time until you were good and fucked before ripping a new hole in your throat. Maybe your thigh if it's in a rush. You spray out all over the wall, all over yourself, all over it. You just see yellow eyes, fucking foot-long tongue lapping you up, and then nothing.
But then, something. Maybe you smell dogshit, old take-out containers, dried-out tampons and whatever else people threw away along with you. You reach up and around, wipe the maggots off your face. You find a door up there, push it open. Daylight. It feels like a blowtorch on your hand, and you smell your skin bubbling away as the lid falls closed.
No, you didn't smell it. You tasted it. Tasted your skin burning, just like you're tasting this dumpster and the filth you're swimming in.
Maybe you sleep.
Maybe you wake up just in time to hear the truck grab hold of your roac
True EmulsionOverexposed memories conjureTrue Emulsion2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
old photographs - never quite you -
though I search with care
through layers of suspended silver halide,
processing the slightest chance
that an image might develop,
shifting blame to shades of gray
for every misdemeanor.
I wanted to coat glass with you, and plastic film,
even sheer cliffs - rising from a midnight sea,
rosy with all-night sun and fools' gold
strobed from crags of cupric oxide -
any substrate for my colloidal visions
I could not bear impermanence
or the inevitable fade.
Anthropology NotesThe astronaut came down and afterwardsAnthropology Notes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the world was swollen with rain which, in proper context,
were really words for deliverance and our frailty,
built-in, endemic, was the inevitability of disaster,
the events to which those poems allude.
As a story of creation it is entirely plausible that trains exist
only as metaphors in a longer motif about the illusion of destination:
An estrangement of the art from the source trauma,
not unlike a child abandoning God or, paradoxically, a God abandoning a child
Things to fear:
The insurrection of beauty in bad people
, add word for: lust, leave
Our job is to watch people so long that we begin to act like people.
Our soul is:
Believe refraction, flash, a slight delay in communication between the flood and the electricity.
Q:What did the astronaut bring besides words for cessation?
Q: What do LSD, Penicillin, and us have in common?
Going over 100 miles per hour two cars collide on Limonite Avenue, killing the occ
joshyou would notjosh4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(almost would not)
notice the way
he avoids sitting down.
the freckles skip about, across
his forehead, one-scar nose; below
the hair and sun-streaked eyes.
they dart, often
landing for a moment, like dark butterflies
on the edge of wind.
cheekbones, the kind of face you would trust
with your affection and smiles,
would he take them.
he is a very beautiful creature
and has recently learned to lie.
sunseti finally reachedsunset6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your sunset -
where your face
do you even
feel the moon
the weight of god?
i keep catching you
in my hands -
too much color
for my eyes
and the taste of you
filling my glass
where love could be.
EndingsI know the time is comingEndings6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you will no longer
leave fingerprints on my door,
and we will not argue
at Christmas dinner
about the face of God.
Your chair will be cold,
your plate empty,
and I will watch your shadow
shrink on the sofa
and your voice
grow reed thin
and your footprints on the carpet
too light to stick.
Your coat will grow
too large in the closet
and the world will never
fill your shoes,
so I will shake the dust
off your best suit
and find the pictures I took of you
when you were laughing
and the bible
you kept by your bed
that I could not believe in
and I will tuck you in
for that long goodnight
that breaks the sky
and slip my small fingers
into your big hand
one last time,
and wait for the story
as big as my whole world
setting in your eyes.
SeptemberSeptember's but a whisper,September4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a curl of autumn
on your cheek
or a wanton leaf
in the tawny gold
and the amber scent
succulent and slumbering,
off your skin
and sends my restless senses
Brighid InvocationBrighid Invocation5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From in my heart a light is born,
A fire pure and bright,
As now I stand before your gaze,
Hail Brighid, Lady Knight.
Your armour silver as the moon,
Your hair a fiery red,
Your smile of warmth and kind intent,
Your light upon me shed.
As Maiden you have come to me,
A lover's silk embrace,
As Mother you encouraged me,
With care and noble grace.
As Crone you have enlightened me,
Your wisdom and your truth,
My life you've always walked with me,
This day as in my youth.
So here I am, a humble soul,
A son of Hunter Herne,
I wish to serve you Lady Knight,
From sun to lunar's turn.
Bless me with your guiding light,
In all I do for thee,
Protect my kin by faith or blood,
Neath ancient rule of three.
Oh Brighid, Lady of the Lake,
Oh Goddess of the Moon,
Oh Priestess of the Ancient Ways,
Your leave you must take soon.
I thank you for your time with me,
As end comes to my prayer,
Yet light within my heart remains,
In knowing you are there.
© Vandrake Druidstone
FighterThere is a tear in the corner of my eye that bears your name,Fighter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of your voice, the roughness of your grip.
The bruises on my wrists remind me of your chains,
The kindle in your stare, the elicit grin living on your lips,
The sudden rapture of my reliance on you.
My eyes are the ocean and my stomach is a void,
My mind is the storm raging, and my fists the iron burning.
I am the lie you want to cover, the memory you want to erase,
I am the enchanting glance you feared to adore,
The maddening thirst you didn't forbid to clench.
And I still walk tall, and proud, and brave.
For I am the Seeker of dreams, the soldier of sweet desires.
And for those who kept on denying me the sword,
Hear me roar and defy your mockery
For I am the Fighter you created between your perverted palms.
BipolarI.Bipolar5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dove into a mirror;
A crow into a tree.
There is a word missing.
National Day of SilenceNational Day of Silence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Close your mouth, shut it tight,
Stand up for others for the fight.
Keeping silent throughout the day
To protest for those transgendered, bi & gay.
Stop harassment, prejudice & discrimination,
No bullying & hate leads to a balanced equation.
Silence is golden, remember that rule
Tape over your mouth, at least while at school.
Be Us AllWhat is a Pagan?Be Us All4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What be a Heathen?
Do we walk on cloven hoof?
Do we burn the ground where which we stand?
Are we demons to be laid before the cross?
These words, these labels, be not our own.
Merely placed upon our heads by men with fearful hands,
And eyes blinded by a hollow light.
What is a Pagan?
What be a Heathen?
Some walk nature's path, hear her voice on the wind!
Some hold their swords high, battle-cries to the gods of old!
Some work the fabric of our world, knotting and weaving they command!
But the same blood flows through us all!
With fiery eyes and souls of steel!
We stand as one, and shall kneel to none!
This is a Pagan!
This be a Heathen!
BeltaineJoin us on this first of May,Beltaine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To sing and dance,
to laugh and play.
Leaping over the roaring fire,
we cry and chant,
our heart's desire.
We call out, for all to hear;
Blessings upon you all,
Summer is here!
It's Clear From My EyesIt's all so easy on your own isn't it?It's Clear From My Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just to be lost and wandering,
For a reason to breathe,
Or a place to be,
You don't know that you'll never find it,
It'll never be in front of your eyes,
He'll never be there,
That's why you don't care,
It's so easy to be lost in your self,
In your pain,
You've given up hope of finding a way out,
Still can't find that reason to breathe can you?
Because it's not that easy on your own.
The voice from beyond the gravethy voice is sad and melancholicThe voice from beyond the grave3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she resounds in my head
a year already, that you're dead
a year that I'm alone
I have an strange feeling
I believe I see thy face in the mirror
i sense a presence near me
I'm crazy to hope or naive to believe
that I can communicate with thee
Wiccan and ProudThe God and GoddessWiccan and Proud3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Love's all their children.
Praise them at the
Top of your voice:
Say it loud!
I am Wiccan
And I am PROUD!
impuritythe moon, rusty and fattened for slaughter,impurity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lapses grim and full in the empty night.
I wait for the harrowing obstructions to fade,
but they do not die and do not die.
forgetful Autumn has stained her hems
7 Deadly Sins: WrathHe clenched his fists7 Deadly Sins: Wrath4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And took deep breaths to calm himself.
Today was not this man's day.
Everything that could have gone wrong, did.
An idiot cut him off,
His boss fired him.
He got kicked out of his apartment,
And to top it all off, his girlfriend dumped him.
The man could feel his chest boil
All these other people
Were idiots to him.
He wanted to rid the world of them,
And leave only himself.
He tried to relax,
Only to feel more anger rise up.
He was mad at the world,
The idiotic world.
He had filled himself