Mute LispHow is being dead, dude?Mute Lisp in Free Verse More Like This
Hope this letter gets to you
safe and loudly, like our
times high riding on green
crack waves on Jones beach.
We weren't so safe
and sound but goddamn it was
loud. Teresa's still making
pizza pita's on David's busted
car grill, like the good
old days when you were
not dead, damn. Can you still
smell the smokey nights
barbecuing in the junkyard?
Beje's taking care of your dog
and your mom is alright
working at the library still
but she's alright. She misses you
dude, so maybe when
this letter gets to your new
address, you'll stop playing dead
and come back home-
have a beer and a piece of burnt
chicken and undercooked rice.
Bent Out Of Shape Lay it on meBent Out Of Shape in Free Verse More Like This
sing it right to me
feel the pulse and the chords
let it spill out
Lay It on me
breathe the notes, do it
get right with it
get majestic on this Harmony
Lead them up
let them hang
Indulgence If I wereIndulgence in Free Verse More Like This
to tell you, that I
Wanted a taste
of your Desire
would you comply?
Would you c(d)are, my dear
to indulge in my indulgence?
Loose FitShe saysLoose Fit in Free Verse More Like This
she's getting tired of the smell
of High-tide and Cheap cologne,
the salty smell of the trees by the port,
and the all too lingering gazes of the
odd little men around town.
I shrug, and say nothing
she's getting bored with
the do nothing creaking silence
on sundays and holidays
because nothing really goes on
in this too croweded too empty own
I nod, agreeing, but say nothing
Inspiration If IInspiration in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
wake up while I'm dreaming
will you be there?
If I say your name
at the death of night
will you listen?
wonder where you are
and your close enough to hear my sigh-
If your'e close enough
to head my call
Playing The MelodyCello-Playing The Melody in Free Verse More Like This
Her lips explored my chest as we sunk into
An array of pillows, the smell of oak and maple-wood
The soft scent of age and nutmeg, and the Tempting nature of the sunset.
The band begins to play, a smirk on every spirit, a thought to guide them all.
My teeth raked across her neck, slowly devouring
her inhibitions, her last layer of resistance and sociability
I licked her collarbone, and she dug her nails into my shoulder.
The deep pounding of Demand welling in her throat.
Bass Clef: Twang Like Amnesia PatientsBass Clef: Twang in Free Verse More Like This
They dance across
the warped checkerboard
like acrobats on a
high voltage wire.
and the song falls apart.
Just Passing Through It's a bit hardJust Passing Through in Free Verse More Like This
to tell you this story.
the streets of conformity, lost
like a fish broken out of school
Cutting, and Racing Sharks
I came upon a town,
church bells, zealots
gowned in white and flowing gold ribbons
men and women singing their praises, in a
Tell Tale LinesThe poemTell Tale Lines in Free Verse More Like This
doesn't neccesarily want to be written
more or less
it doesn't want to be misrepresented.
Like a Dead Sea Scroll, or an Aztec Inscription
some things are lost in translation
even when poetry is part of the soul
and the writer the Speakers.
Some things are are like
and Undefinable metaphors
Dirge of AirliaDirge of Airlia in Fantasy More Like This
A shadow swooped swiftly above the still, dark land below and perched on a steeple of an abandoned and dilapidated castle on the cliff. The face of the full moon peeked from behind a thick cloud lighting the world beneath. The shadow is shown in full relief: a girl of around fifteen peering down at the small town below. Silver vest and pants cover her as well as a thick frayed black scarf around her neck. Black boots shield her small feet and her silver hair blew gently in the night breeze as her vivid green eyes scan the silent town. A pure silver fox is perched on her pale shoulder; the only color it had was its vivid green eyes and the emerald bow around its neck. The striking detail is the immense scythe clutched lightly in her hand, the blade glinting slightly from the light of the moon. A silver disc with a symbol of a snowdrop is hung on a thin chain at the head of the scythe and clinked softly with every movement.
The fox stretched, after what seemed like ages, an