celestial saliva, heaven's bulliesmy heart's umbrella hascelestial saliva, heaven's bullies in Free Verse More Like This
a (rest)raining (dis)order
against the sleeping sky
& its nimbus nightmares
malicious choir sings:
pain, pain go
away; rainbow tango
between my libido
& its weathered gang of
with two left feet, i use
hurri-canes as walkers
i wear my parasoul
in this antiparadise
for you (you forgot
your jacket) you're
but a puddle in my
memory, a stain on
my head like a halo
it feels like an angel
keeps spitting on me,
stabbing me with its
yeah, i deserve it
the world's first ever bachelor museumhey Irony,the world's first ever bachelor museum in Free Verse More Like This
no? what if i
your best friend's
abacus & didn't
even call back?
do you remember
the time i snuck
into your guesthouse
and fell in
with your cuckold
futon? i chiseled
a wedding ring out of
Philosophy's fossil fingers
to Plato. we eloped
in a cave (twas such
a feeble affair) where
i vowed to burn my
when i set your diary
on fire? me neither.
bathe me in Aphrodite's
amniotic fluid. love is a
business--none of mine--
governed by mapmakers
i write gimmicks, not poetrymy lothariani write gimmicks, not poetry in Free Verse More Like This
the galloping trollops of the barnyard brotheli can't get U out of my craniUmthe galloping trollops of the barnyard brothel in Free Verse More Like This
overexposure, death by uranium
you're so acidic
your pH level is
Little Miss Litmus strips
atop her periodic table;
chemical whorses in un
stables dig their hooves
into your manure wallet
as you sing here comes
you try riding one young
p(h)ony saddleback, and
she knocks you off; this
doesn't stop your saliva
from ignoring the signs:
do not feed the animals
(i wish i was an animal
in your fantasy-zoo)
you masticate their hay-hair
ogling them as covetously as
i do to you. i
things i asked the wizard forI hear your Reality voice for the first timethings i asked the wizard for in Free Verse More Like This
in Eros-Only-Knows-how-long. Dressed
to kill, but you've already killed me more
times than a cat. Reincarnated by your smile
not directed at me. I'd have said hello,
but I'm better compiling my nonsense
into a grocery list of imperatives:
Take off your skin, your suit, your sex.
Poison the weatherman. Death by acid
rain. Let the windchill bash your skull.
Pretend it's a tornado whisking you off
to Oz. Steal the Tinman's heart. Crush
the Wicked Witch of Aphrodite. Regret
the pun on crush. Become haunted by
the Ghost of Valentine's Day Past. She
wants her ruby slippers back. Click my
dreaming is the only time You'll ever be in my bedmy heart sinks that cold sinking feelingdreaming is the only time You'll ever be in my bed in Free Verse More Like This
the titanic would feel if You were an iceberg
because i crashed crashed crashed, again,
last night, and the night before that, and
the night before that... and the night before
the night before the night before... and it's
never the same dream-always a sequel, or
a series-it's always involving You, whether
You're in lust with me or just playing a joke
on me; the joke is on me, see, i pinched my
skin & still didn't wake up. i was convinced
it was real for once. no, no, it wasn't. no, i
cried myself awake. fuck this emo bullshit,
but it's true.
Van Gogh's Slumber PartyI live in the wombVan Gogh's Slumber Party in Free Verse More Like This
of a wishing well
& swim with genies
in gene pools while
toss copper prayers
in my magic dump
Recycle loose change
& change the loose
screw in the magic
it hovers over me
like a toxic halo.
I am both the slave
& master, bound in
box. Pennies rain:
litter trickles like
My heart sleeps on my sleeve,
but sometimes it gets caught
in my zipper. If that happens
unbuckle my ears & whisper:
poor acousticks + #sharp stonesMaybe you'd listen, if I spoke Dubsteppoor acousticks + #sharp stones in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Suck my drumsticks, stoned. May break my trum-bones
Pluck my heartstrings. Step in your danceclub. Step
on my heart, each pulse ticks like metronomes.
Glissando dreams: we rest on pianos
Naked Chapstick kiss explosion: lip bomb
Suck my Glowstick, as high as sopranos:
Ecstasy for your Ego to trip on
Trip me; I Fall F-Flat on my FaceF-
Fail my hEARt's drugtest | its wanton ears bled
Snap the staff in half; double the bass clef
Blow my speakers; give me Radio-head
Creep through reality, lost in strobelights
DJ of Clichés; call it wub at first byte :||
prey for kuebikoi witnessprey for kuebiko in Free Verse More Like This
hovering over your corpse
in the battlefield of a farm
like a needle in a haystack
(sew the needle in my eye;
cross-stitch the scarecrow
who never had the brains)
wolves ruin straw-houses
& i kill strawman-nequins
who cheat on me, but you
learned that the hard way
circle the crops,
crop you out of
your autopsy photo
because you ruined
such a lovely scenic
landscape with your
dead ugly grin & we
both know rigorous
sex before death
just causes rigor
to your sexdrive
big at all
(but try telling that to your ego)
i have given you a present: perfect, simple, tenseLet me rename youri have given you a present: perfect, simple, tense in Free Verse More Like This
majestic visage: you
are To Die For. Your
smile blinds me like
a one-eyed simile, a
Let us conjoin; we're
Now and Then. Let's
connect our clauses &
become a life sentence-
become a couple
of copulative verbs-
become less tense
& build a future
Let us make love like comma splices,
let's become each other's antecedent.
(independent pronouns &
hearts in transit. You are
the object of my affection,
the subject of this phrase,
the other end of my lonely
You are To Die For
& I never split an
RainTodayRain in Free Verse More Like This
rain caught us by surprise
we started running for shelter,
but then you stopped
and, confused, I turned to you...
you gave me one of your big smiles
with your wet hair framing your sweet face...
we had forgotten
that the rain
was just another reason
to take our clothes off
"Eros""Eros" in Free Verse More Like This
We deconstructed our bodies and then put ourselves together in different shape.
You were a soft velvet deer and I came out a white wolf.
We dressed in each other's skin and the clothes felt warm but somehow strange...
I remember the next morning... the taste of your breasts remained sweet in my hands.
Your contracting thigh muscle is still the best part of my lips. I can feel its taste every time my tongue wanders outside in search of you.
I kept a few strands from your hair, close to my left ear. They whisper of late summer winds and of love that will never be.
In the distance the cranes have already started to migrate. The cherry tree
"my Night""my Night" in Free Verse More Like This
I make constructs
draining the light
of an eccentric candle
but suddenly the night moves
into an impossible morning
and dreams dissolve in the wake
of an atomic sun
"Solitude""Solitude" in Free Verse More Like This
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
"The Fall""The Fall" in Free Verse More Like This
We are falling from the top of a thousand storey building.
The girl to my left dreams of flying.
The guy in front can only feel the wind in his face.
I mostly contemplate the concrete below.
We get distracted by the occasional passage of birds.
On the horizon clouds gather in marvelous shapes. I smile and tell them about it. They look and smile back at me.
Abruptly the horizon disappears.
The concrete is soft and welcomes us.
And nature celebrates our Fall.
left, right and betWeenleft, right and betWeen in Free Verse More Like This
It does matter where your heart is.
my lover knows expertly my left half.
I moan louder left, he says.
But I suspect it has to do with the
Welcome to Sweetzerland sign on my left thigh,
and the stop sign on my right.
the day I introduced my watch to my right wrist
they fell for each other.
Times finally running at the right pace.
my ophthalmologist loves my left eye.
It sees the arrivals of locomotives
The last ghost storyThe last ghost story in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Die. Ghosts cannot forgive.
Her name was Renée and she always wore black Lolita dresses with white spots.
She hated flowers they got in her way when she danced wildly on the lawn, a stereo planted between the ficus and the pink tulips.
She didnt hate menstruation, she had a seven-year-old daughter and she made the best cookies in the neighbourhood.
At the age of ten she blew the icon-lamp under the Virgin Marys smiling face and wished to never grow up.
Over the yells of he
Film Review: 7 PoundsDonor of Doom: Why 7 Pounds would be better as a horror movieFilm Review: 7 Pounds in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I'll admit it: I'm a heartless bastard. (No pun intended, given the review material...) I didn't cry when E.T died. I didn't shed a tear for Bambi's mum. I didn't even blub at "The Bucket List". (Although given that me and a good friend shared a bottle of wine whilst watching it, my entire conversation slowly devolved into "Morgan Freeman ish awesome! Look! Heesh drivin' a CAR!")
So perhaps it's not suprising that I didn't tear up at this touching, timeless story of a man who gives up 45% of his bodily organs, then commits suicide-via-cnidarian for a woman he's known for all of 2
Bridget Jones: A rantBridget Jones:Bridget Jones: A rant in Reviews & Guides More Like This
If this is the quintessential modern Britishwoman, I'm immigrating
First off: I don't hate Bridget Jones. You can't hate Bridget Jones. It's like some natural law: matter can neither be created nor destroyed, osmosis happens, everyone likes Bridget Jones. Heck, her whole purpose is to be a likeable loser, an "everywoman" for the modern gal to identify with.
And that's where my problem lies.
Bridget Jones is a loser. She's horribly clumsy, a terrible singer, has the most insensitive, embarrassing mother on the planet, and can barely cook without poisoning her guests. She's sensitive about her weight, to the point that she cr
Leanan-SidheLeanan-SidheLeanan-Sidhe in Free Verse More Like This
Look not upon me
With jaundiced eye
Nor scar of mouth
Please lean into me,
Whispering of brilliance.
Night is dark
Oh, night is cold
Pull forth the warmth
You wish to recive
By kissing lips
Oh so tenderly
To tease up the artery.
Coccyx CalamityThe scapula is burn-warpedCoccyx Calamity in Free Verse More Like This
From the strain of embedding
Silver stick-pin needles
To subdue clavicle contentions
Arisen from the iron bellow lungs
With their frothed calcium tipped
Nestled on the pelvic urns
Of the Post guarded empty;
Coccyx calamity is injunctured.
Femurs full and tight
Titanic in gross weight
Must present for the patella
A bottomless soapdish type curvature
Letting tensile strength tibia
Next meet up with the deep scrape bowl
To bridge the swollen sludge-filled fissure.
The mandible, maudlin, couldn't say more.
Iluciones CAPITULO IIluciones CAPITULO I in Short Stories More Like This
Creo que ha sonado el despertador, y esos gallos que cada dia cantan su melodiosa voz cuando el sol está a punto de salir. La mañana de noviembre está fresca. La brisa que cae por la madrugada logra entrar en mi taberna forrada con piedra plana y teja de barro, alcanza a humedecer mi almohada.
Yo, José, me levanto y me pongo mi abrigo de piel de venado que hice con las sábias instrucciones de mi padre. Tanto frio podría hacer que me pueda enfermar de un resfriado y hacer mal mi trabajo del de hoy.
Enciendo y arrojo más leña a la chimenea en un costado de la taberna, me pongo a limpiar cada una de las botellas de vino y con cuidad
More than just thisI like you.More than just this in Free Verse More Like This
I like more than just
I like what you do.
You make a giggle
escape my lips
when I'm too tired
or too pissed
And when I'm listening to smooth songs in the dark of night
thinking about you,
I know you're not with me,
but you can always find a way to be here.
So you make me close my eyes and tilt my head back
and I'm just so happy
Alter EgoAlter EgoAlter Ego in Free Verse More Like This
Riding in my artery's
Oxygen and philosophy
both used to feed the brain.
As many read and blue
as a television set.
Dazed and confused of
to which the handler
decides the post-mortem.
What's this about?
Watch as your muscles rebel
and lungs scream
What if i wasn't the
only one who could talk?
or maybe they do think and speak
on a wavelength inside of me
I can't understand...