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And Call Me in the MorningJust past twenty-one,And Call Me in the Morning in Free Verse More Like This
and my liquid luck has drained.
In the shuffle to the doctors,
I stare through the concrete
and analyze patterns
on the waiting room carpet.
From one landmark to the next,
first drinks and live jazz to
checking off symptoms on a list
and describing my history
in the same tearful monotone
I've learned to adopt
after the seventeenth telling.
Maybe the burden slips from here,
having finally accepted that
like I can't ignore aging I
couldn't meditate this away.
Like the tableted relief
I hope to receive,
these feelings and alcohol
shouldn't mix.
Honorary Sun SpotI'm going to tie a stringHonorary Sun Spot in Free Verse More Like This
around the new dawn
and make the sun my balloon.
I won't let go as it keeps rising,
I just need warmth and this seems
like the best way to find it,
the day taking me with it
round the world.
Take a picture of your rooftop,
and I'll wave as I go by.
EasyWas there ever a girl so strange?Easy in Free Verse More Like This
Smoky hearted, grabbed at the waist
by the next passing breeze.
She keeps one foot stuck in
the wrong side of her conscience,
the other grounded in nothing.
She replaces men like lipstick, she
wears her promiscuity like
last night's perfume.
Strung OutConsider me hanging on the line,Strung Out in Free Verse More Like This
a dress without a body waiting for the sun,
vibrant when she's not heavy, waterlogged.
As a child, I enjoyed making orange smiles,
while wondering why we didn't have
a clothesline stretching from tree to tree
like I'd seen on the television.
I admired the way skirts became birds,
picked up by the wind they adored,
while sheets grabbed the wind like a sail,
and the clouds were always made of cotton,
and the denim sat like lead.
Now every time I put myself out to dry,
the sky gets heavy and breaks on me.
I am halfway towards being ready,
and then the rain rips me down again.
Maybe that's why
UnbridledLet's dance, you and I.Unbridled in Free Verse More Like This
Hello rambling psyche,
ambling soul,
grab my hands and
lead me in a jitterbug waltz
across my floor.
You've got two right feet
to match my lefts,
and our laughter hits
with the downbeat of the toms.
We sing flats and sharps,
perfect at being imperfect.
My hair's a mess and
you're not really there,
but I've got enough spirit
to be my own partner,
and anyone watching from the window
would understand.
Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,Burning Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.
I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.
The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
delicate cord,
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
The Midnight InheritanceAll I had was the waxing gibbousThe Midnight Inheritance in Free Verse More Like This
admiring the tilt of my chin
as I played with one shower-fresh curl
still perfectly corkscrewed
and lightly perfumed.
What strange relief,
watching the advancing rain,
a walking wall of grey
that made the mountains tip their heads back,
to drink that midnight wine.
Before the storm could eat the moon
and whisper rumors to my windows closed,
I watched how Cassiopeia
alighted on my reflection.
Seven stars graced my brow like a garland.
I felt my heart swell like a myth,
my breathing hushed as I found myself anointed.
When the last bead of water
rolled down the small of my back,
the sky rel
StuckYour empty gaze was the crack in the road,Stuck in Free Verse More Like This
staring past the pool colored
almost the same shade as last summer's paint job
meant to cover up the scratches
you left on the passenger door
when you were one tequila past sober.
I am a fly trapped in this spiderweb crack
that catches the blue-red urgency of
midnight sirens that you summoned without speaking.
They can't drown out the soundtrack
of our last sixteen seconds,
all caught in my head as if to prove
I don't want it there.
You looked up from letting your fingers linger
on the radio dial when your song came on,
laughing about how it reminded you of cotton candy
and your fir
Papercuts and RecollectionsI had forgotten your love lettersPapercuts and Recollections in Free Verse More Like This
until they cut my finger when I
grazed the bottom of my drawer.
Folded crisp and neat,
some of the ink had smudged like
the crimson filling the whorls of my thumb.
I could hear your voice clearly,
saturated in the scrawling script.
You promised me forever,
now forever's gone.
Lost in that rush of reanimated feeling,
I could almost remember
the way your cheek felt resting
warm against my hair,
how you smelled like home.
The traces of you lingered like
the last hours of yesterday
before turning to the smell of dust
and the feel of paper too dry
to write on again.
RetrospectRetrospectRetrospect in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The three miles takes as many minutes
To drive
But roundabouts, road islands
And traffic lights
Made our MP3 playlist
Worth it.
In the super market you navigated the aisles
With ease,
Having worked in a larger branch
In your home town
Since you were sixteen.
We filled a basket with
Chocolate, instant noodles
And isotonic drinks.
We split the cost between us,
Five pound each.
On my desk were set
Two laptops, either side of one another,
Playing the same game.
Yours had a better processor,
The frame rate outdid my own.
And so we would stay
Until early morning
Where you slept on the floor
And me in my bed.
W
Under Organic MatterA mould of my face was taken,Under Organic Matter in Free Verse More Like This
the hollow inverse of my muscle structure
is pushed outward by bone.
I have in my hands
my face in clay,
forever nineteen,
a death mask for a body
not yet ready to die.
I must preserve each of my body parts,
so I can stay this way
and age beneath
the hard plaster cast,
where none shall see
time’s ticking work.
ReverieReverieReverie in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm told by creators
That she is an android,
No more real
Then the dream that contains her.
Still I kiss
And attempt to reprogram
The binary of her mind.
Tenderly with her lips
And not her tongue
She touches me,
I know I've succeeded.
And so as I sleep
I see
Her hair
Falling from
A pony tail
And her pale skin is smooth
Needing my uglier palm
Against her rounded cheek.
I think of her eyes
And hope to return
But cannot
When I close mine.
At MorgansThe building is EdwardianAt Morgans in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but the cross beams of the ceiling
are taken from a Victorian fleet.
The staff has changed there;
once a young redhead
prepared salads and sandwiches.
Now a gentleman serves them,
debating Glen Campbell
with his business associate.
Rose stalks are arranged
in white bulbous vases
on black flat-packed tables;
a modern contrast
to the antiques
and the pre-war music playing.
Fish TankI think we were dressed more like caricaturesFish Tank in Free Verse More Like This
Of characters from movies, games and television programmes
Or the front men of bands we listened to,
With your belts, black hair and jewellery
And me with my thick make-up
And your girlfriend's jeans I was wearing.
Between the two of us she could've worn anything
But usually it was shorts and a vest.
We went from one retail park to another
Playing games with each yellow car that passed,
Not quite like I did in primary school.
It was the pet shop we wanted
To buy gold fish for your tank.
We hadn't expected the questions and seriousness
Of the store assistants stance.
We had to wait
CoreShe rubs a red appleCore in Free Verse More Like This
against her thigh;
flesh on flesh,
the rest she hides.
Her white shirts,
sizes six through nine,
hang like ghosts
on the curtain rail
and filter the street lights outside.
JacobThe roundabout at midnightJacob in Free Verse More Like This
under Octobers first moon,
taxis take the turning
and leave their fare on the pavement.
Jacob's fists are bleeding,
he tied a neckerchief around each.
There’s not a taxi that’ll take
a bruised or bottled man.
He takes the night bus to A and E.
There he’ll find weak-kneed strangers
turning bandaged dressings to Japanese flags.
He’s made to wait ‘til morning.
The Green BeltInsects put themselves on leaves,The Green Belt in Free Verse More Like This
skewered by sunlit spears
that filter through trees.
In the shade beneath,
wingless insects find thorns
like shamed samurai
put upon swords.
A dragonfly makes home an iris
and the songbird sings mournful.
A man rows an old boat
with pale paint-chipped oars,
sat opposite his daughter.
Their dog watches the water
wishing to drink
and rid the white saliva.
Coal smoke
strengthens the smell
of meat on disposable barbeques.
People dip their feet
up to the ankle, others to the knee.
They watch the rowboat weave between
the hired pedalos.
CrystallineThe pavement is accustomedCrystalline in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To refuse
But not the eggshells
And half-smoked cigarettes
Left outside the French doors.
Snow comes and covers this –
It cannot cover you.
You wear a paper hat
That I made
From the poems I wrote.
You always knew
Whom I wrote them for.
I see you doe-eyed,
Snow lands on your lashes
And in my hair.
The ice between our lips,
As we kiss, melts.
The Right Side of TrinityThe Right Side of TrinityThe Right Side of Trinity in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The fibreglass bath was warm underfoot
As it retained the temperature of tepid water
That you bathed and shaved in.
After you had finished,
Through the steam I saw the mirror
And wiped it to see my face.
I held the shower head above me
As there wasn't a fixing.
Washing my body I thought of you
And him
Wondering where I fit
Between or outside the two of you.
When dressed I pushed damp hair
To one side of my scalp
And emphasised my eyes with black make-up.
I wore my tee-shirt loose at the neck
And my jeans low on my hips
For the bones and hair
To show.
Beside the fish tank I saw you
Kneeling like a
LautrekToulouse-Lautrec without the caneLautrek in Free Verse More Like This
with good legs raging through the whores
and Parisian stores
free at last
to do his will
and be fulfilled
He will never paint again
strayI'm walking through the streets at night, those grey walls marked with selling and the desire of the poor and different to be noticed, to be seen while still invisible, unarrested. 'Waifs and Strays' is playing in that car across the street that I can't afford. I'm wondering how a man who can afford a car can know how that song feels from the inside, how it feels to me. Why does he listen? Does he watch the oddly dressed and jeweled, who pad softly here? Does he need them the way I do now, for company? His headlights are off. Parked in the shadows away from lonely streetlamps, and lit in the glow of liquor stores and the flickers from enigmatstray in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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I have lain, body and thoughts, down upon a rock, the stage and platform where prehistoric men who did not write in words, but in stones, have said their say, and played out their hopes and fears where now I lay. I look up and in the oval of my vision, appear the stones that some say the old ones saw as pointing to the sky. I only feel the weight of rock held by gravity to earth and the brother rocks below. I feel the truth, the massive truth of greatness, of ancient things. The stones came from somewhere else across the top of land and water, and yet they still belong. Here. And they always will. Even when men are gone.
angle of incidentsI never look in the mirrorangle of incidents in Free Verse More Like This
I'm uncomfortable with strangers
The me I was
just doesn't know
that man who's looking back at me
green roseThe green rose glories in the forestgreen rose in Free Verse More Like This
hidden from all but the subtle eye
Winding about the trees
Guarding them with supple thorns
Its simple five blade flower
makes a pentacle of magic
a ferocious quiet protection
for the beings in the wood
I walk freely there
sparsestark hard beautysparse in Free Verse More Like This
windblown
few things move
few things grow
pipes skirl their wildness in the air
above mountains and water
in the moments of a life without fire
when I can feel clearly
I am born and borne aloft
and truly fly
Lancelot Price 2012 February 06
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It was a multi-level restaurant
Sleek
Moderne
Streamlined
Glass lights and arty-facts
hung from the ceiling
or were glued to the walls
below my beloved unholy trinity
three thin lines
like a Lionel train track
turned on its side
without crossties
but tying together every cornerless wall
on the way back to any start place
Streamline Moderne
At night it became a club
Whiskey-laden tables
Rising smoke from cigarettes
in holders between the lips of ladies
elegant in their sparkling gowns
The men took their cigarettes direct
while suave and charm
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The grey and one-eyed
persian cat
hissed at me
and at my hat
It had tried to kill a sable once
which cost an eye
and lifelong rest
A sable's an expensive beast
The one that made my winter cap
incensed the cat
which smouldered yet
as I passed by
into the snowbound
churchyard
Stones were placed there
in long and ragged rows
Not like the ones in circles
that seem like spirits
of the earth
speaking of ancient Scottish shores
and Cambrian hills
The rows were mirthless
moss-grown signs of those
who never quite lived free
speaking of nothing
ever
nothing said to me
whom
the slow unfoldthe slow unfoldthe slow unfold in Free Verse More Like This
of a tired flower
that can't decide
if it wants the sun
the moon
or a starless night
Where is water
Where is air
Where is the ground to stand on
to hold onto
into
Where are the bees
the might-be`s
the wherefors
the answers to why
and do I really want to?
The RockAround me I hear the bull-roarersThe Rock in Free Verse More Like This
The Dreamtime has passed
yet I still live
suspended in cherry gelatin
when I really wanted orange
It would have been my consolation
for missing my time
Across the dry plain
the great rock stands high and sharp and clear
a monument perhaps
to Something I still don't understand
Ash-painted people all around
swing the noisemakers about them
at the end of long tethers
Do they make them keep their distance?
Do they scare the great rock?
I think they may know
what I don't know.
Just thinkin'My thought for the day:Just thinkin' in Philosophical More Like This
After two thousand years have passed, what physical proof will survive that I ever existed?
I have loved many, touched hearts and minds in the interwebs and here in the place my feet touch the ground. Perhaps you have, as well.
I live.
I love.
I dance and write.
I am.
Here.
Every technology we have today is finite. Hard drives are fragile, easily damaged. The "things" we depend upon are obsolete out of the box, worse they can be corrupted. Paper is fragile; ink bleeds away and fades with time.
So I ask again, here in the second millennium of time and technology: if the fourth millennia, by some miracle, arri
The AssignmentShe said, "Look there and tell me what you see."The Assignment in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a hot, muggy summer morning, the sort that began draped in fog close to the ground. Since it was now nearing 9 o'clock in the morning, the fog had only moved up a few feet to filter the end of summer rays into a pretty haze.
As our feet pressed the small stones of the gravel road deeper into their temporary resting places, I turned my head to see where she pointed. My mind quickly processed the scene. It was a tire swing. Average, smallish black tire. Humm…. too short, I thought. The chain that was holding the tire to the maple branch wa
Just listenyou live for the ones you made,Just listen in Free Verse More Like This
in blood or deed
you protect
you love
you sacrifice
I see you living, giving
dreaming and building-
building a life where they will always find safety and love
you are steadfast
if doubts plague them, it won't be about your devotion and care
you are the picture of strength,
even when you feel weak
you dry tears
you fix broken things
even when they aren't "things" at all
you make promises and keep them close to your heart
you have realistic expectations
but expectations none-the-less.
forsake them, you did not
nor will you ever walk away
they need you now
they will need you
AcceptedFrom across the room,Accepted in Free Verse More Like This
they will look dark behind her glasses.
A few steps closer,
and you will confirm dark and second with brown;
her eyes are brown.
If she lets you close,
so close that you breathe the same air,
you will look into her dark, brown eyes
and realize you were wrong;
her eyes aren't brown at all.
When you are that close,
close enough to smell her subtle floral perfume,
to make note of the tiny freckles sprinkling her nose and cheeks,
to see the fine lines crowding alongside her eyes,
a testament to laughter and to smiles and the passage of time,
you will see something more than brown.
A deep green ring ou
My safe place to landCome and rest awhile, I invite.My safe place to land in Emotional More Like This
Sit, enjoy and learn about the place I love.
Listen, as I describe the place my heart cries out to, "I am home."
Here, where the birch and the pine
reach high in the crisp blue sky, crowding the road.
Where the clouds are lazy
in the winter winds one moment
and tempestuous the next.
Look and you will see in your mind's eye
places steeped in Native legends
lands filled with mystery,
trod by feet thousands of years ago.
Names as familiar as the eyes in the mirror
call out as I pass:
Cranberry Creek
The Devil's River
Thunder Bay
I reach the place where I am half-way between the equator
InsomniaShe is a spiteful witch dividing me from the comforting grasp of Morpheus.Insomnia in Free Verse More Like This
A great dark, deep lake separates us.
As tired bleeds into exhaustion
my eyes close.
The comfort of the lake awaits.
I dive into that cool darkness.
I like not having to breathe here.
I swim, the muscles of my mind
coursing though the murky fathom.
The motions of my hands mimic each other
as they surge forward slicing and dividing the water
my arms pulling great quantities back, along my sides
and toward my feet. They are in perfect sync.
But I exhaust myself in this swimming motion
my mind moving past thoughts of all kinds
wishes, regrets, de
GoneHave ever felt bone weary?Gone in Philosophical More Like This
A different type of tired, it's one that takes root inside your body.
It snakes like tree roots, twisting and turning inside of you infiltrating every muscle, bone and sinew.
Once it has completed its enveloping trip through your body, it then turns focus to your mind.
A once sharp thing, is dulled and filled with numbness.
The simple thing becomes complex; memories become harder to grasp.
It then insists on completing its mission by haunting your soul, sinking its teeth into the last remaining thing that defines who you are. The thing that makes you you.
Weary is a joy stealer.
Wear
(it is not a dream if it is everyday)i no longer have the gall(it is not a dream if it is everyday) in Free Verse More Like This
to write letters to my universe.
it’s stony quiet,
all around.
it’s possum eyes in headlights,
abandoned chandeliers
frozen
in Victrola dust.
some tireless pamphleteer
has wrecked this room
with motorized felicity!
there must be
at least
one bill for every breath,
paper
mountains
of indifference.
and now, i see
you are the same.
you’re no magic
planet. i will
get up,
some time tomorrow,
mid morning, when the bugs have died,
and drive to work
and i won’t think
there’s anything
that ever came
before that sun.
and there,
i’ll trade in shibboleths
and type in pointy let
A Black Teardrop at the Sedona Crystal ShopA Black Teardrop at the Sedona Crystal Shop in Free Verse More Like This
for $8.99, they have frozen memories
of hot silica , it could have been your blood;
the wind would have none of it
so the friendly entities at the curios
dig them up, type up little notes, gem-
stone biographies for every order of malady and curse.
yes, they thought of you and your sweltering magic
pin-holed eyes. Rainbow Obsidian: it promotes discovery of Self,
though, it doesn't mention abominations entombed for the good of man,
but maybe it's really Heavens Gate; they don't sell the difference here.
integration of one's shadow - i've thought along these very lines.
the beast ingrows in cavities, feathers softly to
380the night does not belong on a west Texas highway,380 in Free Verse More Like This
the stubble of 1960’s mobile erections
glinting off the headlights
through blockades of wire brush and cold, naked toilets,
the gut of old houses and giant tractor wheels
brimming in prairie grass like ancient portals to the Hells.
i am different on this road.
what comes across my window sill,
rivers
of raging shadows,
quiet horses nodding at barbwire,
barn roofs squeezing into splinters,
opposite travelers colliding with my reflection,
i let them pass,
the world passes me.
i left you in a dirty tub of leaves
just before New Mexico.
I’ll drive another hundred miles
before
they will alwaysbounding,they will always in Free Verse More Like This
more like hurried floating, these Kublai Khans on little discs.
they ride on hurricanes, one each foot,
which seem to flare in wood grain floors
or else they’re pulled by tiny demons
unexorcised
‘till dinner’s ready.
there’s two chaotic ballerinas,
stage right, stage left, i’m trying to read
but here they blunder
unabashed
at supersonic lightening speeds.
i can’t help but laugh for life
when they steal their silly heads
from silent rooms like fairy ninja
and then pounce and flounder on the couch,
upset my drink,
it's already happenedit's already happened in Free Verse More Like This
how long will i prop up this poisoned messiah,
squeeze false atmosphere
from these heavy lungs?
i want to get up
now,
drive one thousand miles
to the cauldron's teaming lip
and perform last rites by the roadside.
i see myself
as a diver
a bullet
hurtling faster than your voice
from this dimension of accidents.
if i am an interruption in the blessedness,
a scarry mandala
broken off
concentric bones
in a blunder of motion,
if i am (to be) a curse
that hangs from your sternum spike
then i will grant you
sweet asylum.
goodbye.
punishmentpunishment in Free Verse More Like This
You know your time has come when you've lived (through this) long enough
to stop believing in synchronicity, when you've mastered the art
of glancing backwards for words gone missing from the gap(e)
in your memory, when you wonder at your lover's eyebrights
how they keep breeding from the asphalt in a virus wind,
when you realize there're no more epiphanies to scavenge from
open car door windows, when no one's left alive who remembers
(who) you (were: ) young and stupid, a deadly chutist landing dande-
lion seeds without gravity, when bludgeoning your sex was sun-derived
unconvolution, pearling, angry, inarguable logic, that's w
cardboardcardboard in Free Verse More Like This
i had ears for the undersea
i had ears for the words
"you are the most beautiful thing
in this world."
(who knows how it happens)
but the amorist is greaseless,
dead
unguessed and gone
a hoary, haunted
howlet spitting antistrophes
and drifting
above the spatterdock.
go ahead and live me down.
we all pretend
to drown in sera - this
whole entire dimension
made of
windlestraw
and totem hollows
and other things
and other things . . .
unfolded letter having something to do with shameunfolded letter having something to do with shame in Free Verse More Like This
hello again.
i was here, just now, and i thought of waiting.
but you won't come.
and even as i say these words, i know they must remain unborn
like busy blood the coffers keep.
these sounds are ways i cannot be, i don't believe,
i'm not alive.
but i'll arrange them, anyway, one by one
to be eaten by your oval minion
or blindly forwarded like propaganda.
i am always without you and without myself.
i offer this ambassador, but he only sees the stain of things
and not even this; just their emblems, their saltless confederacy
of coincidence.
i've wondered if you're searching nights
for dark clad summoners, or silhouettes &#
religionreligion in Free Verse More Like This
nowadays,
Autumn mornings can be like this: near to nothing.
they do not sing
exactly
or hold to land
but mangle in the chimes
as gaslights huddle for permanency
and so, failing.
where have we left our-
selves?
i feign allegiance to it: eyes and dreams
and life, as dyes turn glass to hollowware
and wax to fruit,
as brindle on these bones
makes me your passersby.
but somehow, i still believe in you
like fragments of a mythos
which have calcified to faith.
you’re lingering in setscrews that i cannot touch,
waiting in the code of loins and blood-belief.
and as sudden as October sun,
you will rebloom from every pore
and bleed from
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i'm too soft and rotten
now
to enter
into anything:
closets, contracts,
secret orders'
sacred blood oaths,
or thresholds; a frozen inch of face
the same as light years, oceans,
never meeting
i'd rather brush my mind with pills
and stick these artifacts of wealth
hard inside your origins
and keep the grass
from living
long
Florid.Florid. in Free Verse More Like This
i.
read that you cannot
live
without love and that
ii.
"neither of us are ever
really okay,
I think."
iii.
you are someone
who is not meant
for
iv.
me, I cannot
tell
the worlds are different
between summer,
between sense
and
v.
he painted racing stripes
on the car he crashed
when I loved him
then I fell out
of love
and now,
vi.
you are not someone
I can unravel
vii.
I am sleeping alone
tonight.
Titanium.i.Titanium. in Free Verse More Like This
there's a clock
on the television
what time is it?
ii.
and I drove and drove & drove
to see women in the hospital
with knitted blankets
and you
iii.
"come running,
tomorrow, in the mountains"
iv.
but you have to look after
yourself
and so, I am
blank
v.
like the film,
where she cries and watches
her life on the television
there was a clock there, too
and she looked after others
more than herself
vi.
chopin on the radio;
I want to grow my nails long.
Poppies.and I think I will goPoppies. in Free Verse More Like This
to the Netherlands
to escape,
and I thought that
I could spend the
last night with
you, then
remembered.
Mildew.i.Mildew. in Free Verse More Like This
thought I'd ask your brother,
why you don't want to see me,
today
ii.
"it's just that my pockets
are warmer than your hands"
you said
iii.
and I cannot keep myself
to myself;
I do not have my own
feelings, they belong to
everyone else
iv.
told you, I wouldn't tell
about the other night
in the car;
too late, the highway
saw us, as
silhouettes of sex
v.
will I ever
be able
to read you?
Honeybush.i.Honeybush. in Free Verse More Like This
five letters, written
by you; your
lines speak of
love and for
ever, on my
walls, blue
and your picture
stays, red-
rimmed at my bed
ii.
imagined, a hole
in the wall;
blank frames
iii.
you speak, and I
am left wanting;
no comfort, no
interest, no
comprehension
iv.
yet your hand
in my hand and
your lips
between my brows
and your head on
my chest;
there is safety,
familiar and
without
questioning
v.
leave, fly
away to england,
france, norway;
there is no
love-less air
here for my
lungs
vi.
I pictured you,
minus setting
and family and
circumstance;
and I do not
love you
as you do
me
as you spok
Turpentine.one third broke --Turpentine. in Free Verse More Like This
my heart
'clair de lune' and
other beautiful
bodies, that we don't
share
october brings november
and so, there are two
of me, again
the boy with blue hair
and piano-accordians
gave me pause
and our
disimilarities
ensued
the bathroom door
speaks of peace
yet you smiled when
I did not, there
and daisies will
adorn my eyes,
yet you are
colourless
there was a song
of his soul, and
intellect, and
whole, however;
you and I, we
are separate,
joined only by
limbs
except for the monday
when I bleed
[a full moon]
endeared, you are named
beautiful, yet
my spirit is
not, and so
something is grey;
Silk.i.Silk. in Free Verse More Like This
not so much as
needing love,
as needing to
return it;
warmth and
comfort,
love is
lacking
ii.
today it is
grey, raining -
the valley is green;
my body is heavy,
sad
iii.
with distance,
you are perfect
a textbook of
romance and yet
eye-to-eye,
I feel empty
about you
iv.
1939, music and
jazz on
your radio,
I understand, you
do not;
we cannot
fit
v.
everyone has left,
smiling in the snow
and together --
I miss them and wish
to be there,
then it would
not be so
grey, homeless.
Tumeric.the night my dog diedTumeric. in Free Verse More Like This
I shaved my legs
and tried to wash my
indifference away
with shea butter and
milk
and the pavement under
my heels felt like mud
and no melody or
sibling could extract
the fatigue; blue-grey
tomorrow, I'll tell you
under your jumper, that
love without conversation
is almost as meaningless
as physicality and sex
and I screamed and screamed
and called you despite my
metallic arteries and
the gusts around my ankles
and you had sport to play
crash, the burning out of
my compassion and my
violence, but I couldn't
be without company
for I could do without love
until the build up of rust
and walls slow
Chalk.i.Chalk. in Free Verse More Like This
you're miles away, now.
ii.
mother said,
'oh, you don't look
too glum'
iii.
and we
were opposite ends
of a different spectrum,
but no one
will ever run their hands
across me
like you
iv.
I put the photo,
red-rimmed
into the drawer,
along with the letters
I still look at them,
when it gets dark
v.
and I thought
about going back,
but, like you said,
we're too different,
now
vi.
I'm free,
but I don't want
to fly.
Narcissus.i.Narcissus. in Free Verse More Like This
written,
last night
of Hyperion and an end;
bodies, lips and ink.
ii.
taken,
astragalus,
andrographis, china and
peppermint
for rest;
the solace of care.
iii.
sleepless,
for silence and
opposite ends;
today I don't love you.
iv.
remembered,
love was more
when I missed you;
vain, I could only
love a soldier.
v.
spoken,
brown-eyes agreed and
shared our despondency;
you aren't as
sympathatic as
strangers are.
vi.
lost,
the length of
happiness, the warmth
of home;
home is broken.
vii.
replaced,
intellect with harm,
thought with grey;
burn-out stops the heart,
at least.
viii.
displaced,
the reason, ru
After The RainAfter The RainAfter The Rain in Free Verse More Like This
Soaked with holy rain
Of love you were making
To the shell that contains
The real me
Enraptured by your face's reflections
Gleaming in puddles resting
On my country's torso
I can't tell where you end
And I begin
Nor where these tears come from
And where sweet moments go to
When they say farewell
To what you left in me
And what you took away
Out of drawers
Those I didn't know I had at all
A VisionA VisionA Vision in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Celibacy of thoughts
Hurts mind just like broken glass
From violated window panes
Makes sore feet bleed in extasy
When all the effort put into
Melting sand and cooling it
Is turned to waste
By just one kiss of
An eager stone
On a million perfect flaws
Of what once was
A single flawless perfection
Disturbed dreams dance
Celebrating tomorrows
Those will never come
While shameless innocence
Is patiently laying herself
Down to sleep
Ribcage SymphoniesRibcage SymphoniesRibcage Symphonies in Free Verse More Like This
Passion has no taste
It just burns your tongue
While fingers compose symphonies
On nameless ribcages
Black widows don't label their pets
Other than with dull numbers
Making disappointing engagements
Worthwhile episodes of a life wasted
On selfish charity, superiority
Damage of clarity of human heart
Dwelling frightened, cracked and murky
In its fragile shell
Soul is a carton box
That implodes in heavy rain
While rays of sun in a marmalade jar
Mean a miracle, if piled up carefully
A man says he met God in the subway
What most don't want to listen to
See, mirror is the one true friend
As it always smiles
Charcoal NymphCharcoal NymphCharcoal Nymph in Free Verse More Like This
Last night I saw no stars
Only dreams those whipped
The canvas of my bedsheets
Eagerly like sugarcane
They say heavenly lanterns
Upon sinners do not shine
But don't my lips pray fervently
To your lips every night?
There's a thin line between
Damnation and salvation
And it feels strangely tempting
To dance across it blindfolded
Dressed in just faith
In that your heart is true
I'm condemned, bareheaded
And longing for you
A pagan nymph
From ancient wise books
No good for your prophets
An angel for you
With purest charcoal
You've drawn wings on my back
For your passion's painted
With red and black
The Golden FeatherThe Golden FeatherThe Golden Feather in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midsummer nights revive old tales
And magic long forgotten
Mayflies above the lake play scales
Clouds reflect fields of cotton
Cool soothing breeze tangles the hair
Of green carpets on meadows
Where butterflies and poppies share
Kisses nestled in shadows
So lightly, barely touching ground
There hand in hand walk lovers
Two hearts by velvet sunset crowned
Reign over fragile flowers
Like ancient phoenix earth is burned
Each evening in sun's tether
For us, fools, meant to crave and yearn
Stays love - a golden feather
A Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's Psalm in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His features shows me every face
I meet in crowd of empty space
Long ago I have lost control
Merciful devil, bless my soul
My eyes give his figure a smack
Leaving stigmata on his back
Draw him nearer's my only goal
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Darkest night to me reveals trace
To Lune's cold silver ears I howl
Deliver him to my embrace!
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Here I stand, hailing deities black
Begging them to hallow my prowl
Make him mine, let me meet my rack
Merciful devil, bless my soul
Abysmal InfinityAbysmal InfinityAbysmal Infinity in Free Verse More Like This
Night - for moth an opportunity
Close to abysmal infinity
Knows quite too well
About the swell
Of souls knocking at gates of hell
To trade their singularity
For any kind of quality
Of human spell
"Love" you might tell
Where lonely ones in couples dwell
For moments of eternity
In halls of tainted clarity
'Till sounds the knell
And poisonous smell
Of thorns helps rose's passion quell
195ten million steps to where you are195 in Free Verse More Like This
I wander
I wonder
do you still wait
for me?
170watching the sunrise turn shades of sleep170 in Free Verse More Like This
smoking ashes just to feel alive
running faster than the thought of you
one step ahead, I keep running
165i use you just for poetry165 in Free Verse More Like This
you are alive with meaning
despite my best efforts to write you down
163neon eating caterpillars of fire163 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
gasping for breath
as torrents of flame crease their pillows
sleeping eternally beneath us
159sky meets sea as waves crash downward159 in Free Verse More Like This
never look back as you walk into horizons
151at the centre of things151 in Free Verse More Like This
far and wide is reached easily
floating into the void, however
we fling our arms towards eternity
146lifting up the receiver146 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
beep beep beep
dialling numbers like they're going out of style
you wish you had kept mine
88, pt 10in restrospect i'm very happy i didn't go through with it. It's not simply something you ask of someone, just like that. I said I'd follow him everywhere, but I think we always both knew that had never been true. It took him a long time to just ask me, it was a long build up over months and months. Little hints, turned to bigger hints. He asked, he cajoled, in the end he begged. But I always said no, and that was where we started to die.88, pt 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I mean, there is nothing sadder than a military funeral. all that death for a fucking flag and a space underneath a white cross in a row of thousands. We would always go to them, if they were happening anywh
189I stayed up nights listening to snow talking.189 in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Space is cold and the distance between us is further than ever.
Tiny grammar mistakes hide bigger flaws but where do I start and you begin?
We meld perfectly and so I wonder where life is.
In between, he says and smiles quietly.
Sta.sh
