A Heretic's PsalmA Heretic's Psalm
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
DilemmaDilemmaDilemma in Free Verse More Like This
Reach through the bubble
Orbits of shooting stars
Too flawless to be real
Those perfect circles suffocate
Crush the dormant fear
Memories of tomorrow drip down oh so loud
In a world where corners have not been invented
You're standing in your tears of joy
Or maybe it's another boy
Who offers you a scared gaze
From the mirror
Do you still wish truth's voice to sound clearer?
Wordless RhymesWordless RhymesWordless Rhymes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midnight paints the whole world black
Angel's wings as well as lies
You get all in one pack
That my restless hand supplies
Warm avalanche of my hair
Curtain to make vision blur
Forbids audience to stare
At where secrets now allure
You stay quiet, baby, hush
Just surrender to my lips
Tonight there's no need to rush
When I hold on to your hips
From my tongue slip wordless rhymes
Let them slide across your skin
I'll taste you a thousand times
From your thighs up to your chin
Although sometimes I am rough
And my nature makes me tease
Of that you can't get enough
Moan with pain, then sigh with ease
When you suffer, I carress
To relieve the aching need
That you so sweetly confess
So I'll give you what you plead
Prayer To LovePrayer To LovePrayer To Love in Free Verse More Like This
In world of grey
Chained in my arms
You've no chance other than stay
Here in this bed
Far from regret
Warmed by the thread
Of secrets better left unsaid
Eyes shine like coal
Digging a hole
In sheets that now contain your soul
While hungry wolves and fingers prowl
On nights like this
When lonely wind keeps weeping
I pray for love to find you sleeping
Here by my side
One time after another
First like my lover
And then like my brother
Blisters And BlissBlisters And BlissBlisters And Bliss in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though city lights show pavement gleaming
In hidden corners tears are streaming
A broken heart to purify
Heretic thoughts tempt righteous falling
While sin viciously keeps on strolling
Some twisted truth to testify
Each day new hand the old replaces
And soon the crowd counts thousand faces
All of them turned the other way
Who is to blame for rage tormenting
That seems to never be relenting,
Dreams those don't make it through the day?
Though world's dark shadows keep deceiving
To save yourself don't stop believing
In word that carved in gold stays plain
And like an angel's wing defending
Brings bliss, hope and peace neverending
Love makes sun shine despite the rain
At First SightAt First SightAt First Sight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Love at first sight
Gives you a right
To cross the street with eyes shut wide
For having fun
Just to hand in hand come undone
Chest light with glee
Give smiles for free
On your affection's spending spree
For each sweet crime
You find a rhyme
Your only judge remains the time
RehabRehabRehab in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ubiquitous sense of failure
Drills holes into what was soul
Content, tranquil waterfall
That swallowed both ships and sailors
Moments of true pain brought panic
An acute need to restore
What once was, will be no more
Blurs the simplest truth's reflex
Leaving blistered faith perplexed
For false prophet's recognition
Arrows wasted on star chasing
Just bare hands for self-defense
Sinner's zeal's the most immense
Eye-corners with wrinkles gracing
Without...Without TimeWithout... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Running for life from a heart torn in two
Halves those by a rusty needle are sewn
Together and the void makes the string
Promising sweet oblivion to bring
But you my love be deaf to that voice
Of mermaids - traitors offering choice
Trust me - don't enter those stairs leading down
In shimmering visions they'll let you drown
You chasing seconds to keep young your face
Going further and further towards the scales
Me crying my heart out at the shore
I love the true you gone forevermore
Enter my garden full of golden trees
May your feet be caressed by smoothest green grass
Come, pick the fruits but don't forget, please
Heavenly pleasures also shall pass
Sweetness that you cannot resist but to taste
Once will become bitter and dull on your lips
Ever since all our kisses will just come to waste
Though ghost of your hands I still feel on my hips
Glittering branches those now give us shade
So that world does not disturb our love
Watch them go dry as the passion will fa
The CrusadeThe CrusadeThe Crusade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your fingertips imprinted
On plaster of my skin
Your curves upon mine tilted
About to commit sin
Room enveloped by darkness
Only your pale skin shines
As you cover my bareness
Arms become clinging vines
If my body is temple
Then may you be my priest
You, boy who's lips now tremble
Inside him roaring beast
So let your prayers tender
Now echo in my ears
To your sword I surrender
Quench thirst with virgin tears
Gathered in silken goblet
Yearn's my reason for crying
Get drunk with every droplet
Of boiling holy wine
I feel your pillars harden
Right after they touch ground
Exploring secret garden
For treasures to be found
Be careful with tongue drawing
An illegible map
Of pure snow that you're thawing
In country of my lap
That river harsh might drown you
Or make you hide in cave
Where warriors drop their armour
And master becomes slave
Stitched LipsStitched LipsStitched Lips in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In front of you I'm powerless
Wind's breath lost among willows
So it's only my pillows
To whom love I can confess
Sometimes I wish to disappear
My voice and hands do tremble
Then all I do is ramble
On my own and swallow tear
So bitter compared to a kiss
I once hope to deliver
Sultry, yet tender quiver
Will provide that I won't miss
Until then I'll keep my lips stitched
Reveries my heart feeding
At least dreams won't be bleeding
For their treasure have been ditched
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 first boyfriend's cologne,
when your summer eyes caught the headlights,
like stained glass in full sun,
and all you could say was
You always talked about how
if you had three wishes you'd spend one on flying,
but I don't think this is what you meant.
I still have dreams about you telling me
the experience wasn't worth it.
I still reach for telephone to tell you
Re-KindlingShe held the moment in her lungs.Re-Kindling in Free Verse More Like This
It lingered in the air
like a spiderweb strand;
she could feel its presence
more than see it.
She meditated on the human condition,
one hand on her chest like a prayer.
Hopeless was her heart two minutes ago,
now faithful in its hummingbird thrum.
"Ah," it whispered in her ear,
"you do remember love."
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 we bought a machine
to wring the water from our clothes,
because there was no risk of bad weather inside.
Love is a BattlefieldI wonder if this is how a landmine feelsLove is a Battlefield in Free Verse More Like This
Is there that same metallic exhilaration?
Does the shrapnel twist into a grin,
false as the leaden skin that coats
its ticking spine?
Oh, but if only it had a backbone.
There's a countdown in your eyes
but we stare past each other
like shells in the dust.
I go off.
All my mind is a fireball,
and I see nothing but hollow wreckage.
I name it "past"
and move on,
our questions turned to casualties
in the twisting smoke.
I Drink to the ShatteredHere's to the half-hopes,I Drink to the Shattered in Free Verse More Like This
who lie shallow in their graves,
comatose, their pulse forgotten.
And here's to unrequited love;
impossible thoughts between heartbeats,
the burning pang that follows.
A nod to the empty dreams,
their ankles hobbled, improperly set.
They walk nowhere.
Silence to commemorate the lost cause;
That never leave the womb.
To the broken and sleepless,
inane and insane,
the clueless, the lonely,
the outcasts forgotten,
to you I raise my glass.
Blink and You'll Miss ItThe wind reminds me ofBlink and You'll Miss It in Free Verse More Like This
the empty space to my left,
which I swear you filled
only minutes ago.
But if I rested my hand
where you were sitting,
it would be just as cold as
the realization that you're gone.
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the wayThe First Thunder of June in Free Verse More Like This
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
Ninety-nineIt probably feels like a broken sigh,Ninety-nine in Free Verse More Like This
witnessing a century of repetition and change,
becoming a testament to human tenacity,
and watching too many wars on television.
The nursing home is too sterile for you,
but as your children near sixty,
with problems of their own,
you have no place in their houses.
While everybody visits,
they never stay for long enough.
you are lonely.
Your daydreams are like old jazz records--
sometimes you confuse them with memory.
Were you really such a beauty on your suburb streets?
Did you really love that boy so completely?
Perhaps you have forgotten.
AcheIt comes and goesAche in Free Verse More Like This
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
It'll Never Happen, but I Can Write Like it WouldI want to know you,It'll Never Happen, but I Can Write Like it Would in Free Verse More Like This
understand every gap in your smile and
kink in your hair and
listen to your syncopated laugh
counter every beat of the songs you showed me.
Forget summer romance,
let's create our own season
where midnight never comes and
we can keep singing our brown-sugar harmonies,
since we are dark and sweet.
I know that you would melt in my mouth
if we stopped debating long enough
to let our lips swap philosophies.
But with each wandering daydream
comes the unspoken reality that
you will quote Shakespeare like the gospel,
melt me like one of his long-burning candles,
but my heart alone is in the words you read.
Turn your face from me now because I know that
love is an ever-fixed mark,
and I am not your target.
Eventthe stars are sharp and the wind has teethEvent in Free Verse More Like This
night is black as a bodybag
clanking, buzzing sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
dimlights from the hospital over there
cheerios in milk over here
the night ripped in two by the surgeons saw
the dreamless, the hopeless, the flawed
(sometimes the world shifts on its axis
and never settles right again)
the wind is sharp and the stars have teeth
chewing through the darkness
eating dreams, vomiting dust to the ground
the surgeon pulls his mask down
nothing more that we could do
goodnight, i've other things to tend to
bonesaw and flatline sounds surround
as the wind has its way with the town
Three ShipsWe sailed in three ships, with three crosses, afterThree Ships in Free Verse More Like This
the three singers died
The father, the son, and me, the bastard grandson
who kept the count
Black water, ribbons of black clouds, illumined by
the strange moonlight
There were no stars in the sky that night, only
in the ground
Smooth ripples, silent bells, the world holding its breath
Waiting for the docking, and the three fires, and
sparks flying up into the starless sky
to form three new ones
EastMy window faces east, I sit at my desk and stareEast in Free Verse More Like This
at the headlights crawling west past the backlit buildings
Sometimes I watch from the roof, looking west
just to get a different view, but it's all the same
Days come and go, nights come and go, but I stay
There's a place by the ocean I dream about, early morning mist
grey water, grey skies becoming blue, solitude, stillness
I keep a key in my pocket with "love" written on it, and wonder
what it might unlock; maybe trade the city dust for ocean spray
Someday, one day, but not today, it's never today
I close the blinds against the rising of the sun and go back to work
But the key in my pocket is warm against my thigh, it says "fly"
But I wait; fate will find me in the right place at the right time
It always does, somehow, and my brain whispers to my heart
to be patient, good things wait, but farther down the line
A Dirty FloorThe yellowed linoleum is stained with uninterpretable patternsA Dirty Floor in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps ten thousand nights of decadence, maybe ten thousand days of happy children
Thin sunlight through dirty windows shows only battered confusion
Leaving traces of lives that never meant a goddamned thing
No more than abstract patterns on a dirty floor
BirdtalkI know that the Starman will be waiting in the sky, butBirdtalk in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think about it under these fluorescent lights
I remember when Wal-Mart wasn't a hospital, the world
wasn't a graveyard, and my spine wasn't ripped out
Didn't the birds used to talk? I seem to remember that
Rusty Scissors 1Run with rusty scissors through the bleak October nightRusty Scissors 1 in Free Verse More Like This
Dreams have turned to nightmares and the end is now in sight
Wildwood spirits free-fly through the limbs of screaming trees
Screech an October tune, a mindless howling for release
Summers dead and so are the leaves that lately were so bright
The world is now an old movie, filmed in black and white
Nocturnal creatures' eyes stare, waiting for their feast
Fall upon the scissors and satiate the beasts
LionA lion paces beneath my window,Lion in Free Verse More Like This
occasionally looking up.
Should I let him in?
The day is bright and mellow,
he looks harmless enough in this light
What do you think?
Oh. He's eating the postman.
Circling the DrainThread the needle with diseaseCircling the Drain in Free Verse More Like This
Incubate the hand that feeds
Sit on a park bench, watch the twilight
Hoard the memories 'til they're flat
Trade your Cubs cap for a black hat
Sit in the dark, watch cigarette tips
Green Jello, little white pills
Headache, backache, fever, chills
Circle the drain now, everyone must
SanctuaryHer sanctuary is a treehouseSanctuary in Free Verse More Like This
Down in the hallowed hollow
She dances with ghosts and dreams of things
Of paths that she might follow
The old songs play, the dolls watch quietly
She sings along and schemes
Of ways to turn back the clock and restart
With straighter, better-sewn seams
Three men on her mind, one now gone
One with her, one all alone
She wonders which one will be there
When life comes down to the bone
Sing, Joanie sing, sing out loud
Dance with your ghost and smile
One day the man from the faerytale
Will bring down the moon for a while
InsomniacheMad stallions jump the fenceInsomniache in Free Verse More Like This
no sheep here
No singsong lullabies sweet-sung
no sleep here
Across the sea of mossy trees a light
burns in the night
Black clowns skulk and the stars are
much too bright
Church choirs sing dirges about
No sweetsongs sung about going
to a better home
Across a range of undreamt dreams
lurk the evil things
That keep shadows alive and
mad stallions jumping
Teeth-chattering insomniache way down
in my bones
No happy-ending bedtime stories in
rows of tombstones
Across the chasm of empty thoughts
TVs flicker in the houses
Barbed wire separates the beds
of humans and their spouses
Night Never EndsNight never ends here -Night Never Ends in Free Verse More Like This
the thin blue line
a stranger packs in his bags
before losing his mind;
the scratch behind our eyes
that keeps us moving
down the highway.
It is a jail cell at three a.m.,
the warden playing cards,
whiskey wetting his dreams
where a spark lays waste
to a family left behind;
the backlight of a slum,
a thousand rooms of winter
and water leaking in a lightbulb
over your head.
It is midnight in a foxhole,
the strafe of friendly fire
like a flashlight to beat
into watching for a sign;
the last drink festering on formica
six inches of crushed tafetta
wearing out its welcome
on a barstool called home.
It is dawn in the mortuary
last night's pickings
carved up for christmas
special delivery to no one
who will care;
and the silent mourning bedlam
left thinking on the drainboard
carted out for the trashmen
to haul away
NovemberAutumnNovember in Free Verse More Like This
and full breasted
with the changing winds,
chasing the smoldering gold
from the meadow;
in the slow waltz of leaves,
I feel scarlet
rush the roots of trees
and blaze the hawthorn's
leaving the valley
flushed and thriving,
waiting for November...
DriftwoodDriftwood in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
Star CollectorThey said he collected stars -Star Collector in Free Verse More Like This
plucked them one
from the abyss
left dangling off
with his father's best
He could feel the future
in their shiny points
and the sharp prick
of something maddening
glowing under their silver skins;
and when he held them
their embers glowing -
tiny spines curling up
to tell him stories.
But their laugh
was what he loved best -
sea breeze and green glass
and the whistle of a dandelion
shedding its blustery mane
across the pebbles
of the pond.
HarvestDon't seek your savior here -Harvest in Free Verse More Like This
caught behind his mother's skirts,
lapping up morning
from her apron
with a child's sad wisdom.
This church is closed,
from the rough fumes
of birch and blistered nails
burning out the faithful.
There is no redemption today,
nothing but a fresh harvest of thorns
and love carried carelessly
like a wasteland
in his pockets.
WarningThat dark twinge of stormWarning in Free Verse More Like This
unbalancing my left eye -
lover, take warning.
I came through the back door,
unhinged and savoring
all your little pieces.
You said you loved my twisted english,
the way I broke words apart,
just like daddy's enemies.
So slide me under your doormat -
I miss those dirty feet
and the disconnect
of your tongue.
You know I love how you
waste my evenings
and bring me the dangerous bits
only a lover could swallow.
Through a World DarklyI fell through a world darklyThrough a World Darkly in Free Verse More Like This
to that city of lost angels
they say does not exist
and tasted the streets paved in gold
and the manna burning too bright
in your eyes.
I let it touch me
no one else dared
and wept at the wonder
of feeling something new.
I watched the sun eclipse
and loved how the cold
welled up from the buildings
and saw the beauty
in bitter weeds
that broke the fallow streets
and made them weep
the simplicity of chaos
stroke my thoughts,
undressing them like carrion
and the hard thrust of deceit
sallow and sinuous
crack the world apart
in my hands.
And I knew in an instant
my home was among the broken,
those softly bleeding souls
whose skin is my incense,
and whose frail flesh
is the light
that leads me back to you...
DeployThe ladies were aghastDeploy 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.
Desert SongThe night is listingDesert Song in Free Verse More Like This
too far to the left,
asphalt carrying the road
deep into the canyon
where the cacti keep
a lonely vigil.
I taste gravel
and the crunch of stars
like chrome pressed
against the windshield,
its cobweb dusting the roof above me,
my face cracking the dashboard
like God's own map.
Breathing becomes an art
and I can hear
the crazy clatter of limbs
as the gas tank makes
with my soul
but a solitary lizard
to hear the desert's song.
DinnerThe first time death came courtingDinner in Free Verse More Like This
he sought my kidneys,
sweet meat for such a famished guest -
enough to whet his appetitie
and lure him back for more.
The second time
he craved my heart,
warm as a steamed pudding,
plump and plated like a lobster -
such succulent sustenance
fit for a king
Then he envied my eyes
two orbs like oysters
brimmed with salt
or ripe olives
that he could pluck
and roll between his brittle lips.
But it was my skin
he coveted most -
that supple, quivering layer
flayed tender by his hands
breeding life so rare and warm
that he would never get to taste.
ArchaeologyYou have been claimed.Archaeology in Free Verse More Like This
I have seen my competition holding perfumed picks
and daggers in their eyes.
They know the value of the treasure I have found,
but I'm already in your skin.
While I'm here, in my space beside your heart,
would you mind if I gently took a rib?
This is archaeology, my love.
I will sew you up with kisses;
stitch you up with x's and oh's
x's and oh's
Hold me steady,
while I chisel our names into the bone that crossed your heart,
like kids in campus trees:
I will sacrifice a rib if you will do the same.
We will tie a bow around them, and send them into space,
and Orion and Andromeda will be as jealous as the rest
when they read our names upon our bones
and see our love alive inside the marrow.
This is archaeology.
Long after we are dead, our story will live on.
DorianHe strides in with golden shoes,Dorian in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
smelling like he bathed in booze,
showing off his new tattoos,
and taboos he bought in every hue.
"Possessions and pleasures, sustain me."
He turns from the mirror to his bed,
king-sized, silk sheets in shades of red,
lays down his sweaty, aching head,
prays again with fear his soul is dead,
"Possessions and pleasures, sustain me."
A Poet IsA poet is a liar with a silver tongue pen, and a bleeding heart on the other end.A Poet Is in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We are anagrams and metaphors and sphinxes in sheep skin.
Every letter is an actor that we send into the wind,
And we're only as good as the words you believe in.
CupidityCrush me. Depress my lungs so I can't breathe,Cupidity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when your familiar voice hits my ear.
This glorious feeling, I know, must leave,
and the thought of that loss I always fear.
Oh, you cause the blood in my veins to rush,
from the sparks you send through my skin like spies.
Am I revealed by the way that I blush,
like the shooting stars echoed in your eyes?
What draws me to you; is it merely lust?
or is it love that binds us together?
Is this something real, something I can trust?
Take my heart to hold, and own no other.
You see, all that I want is everything,
and you are everything to me, darling.
Dying LoveMy darkling darling,Dying Love in Free Verse More Like This
the sun is setting,
falling sylph-like on our love.
Once so daring,
now flicker fading,
is our will o' wisping love.
We have been straining
and have been failing
at rekindling our love.
They say that trying,
more than succeeding,
is everything in love.
No more midnight meetings,
or morning greetings,
all will be changing, love.
And in the gloaming,
we will be saying
farewell to this dying love.
UnlabeledYour stitching is too bold, sir,Unlabeled in Free Verse More Like This
I was not made for this.
Misjudged, I do malfunction
under labels wrongly wrought.
The threads will snap inside my skin.
My nails are sharp
and they will rend
this flesh for freedom.
You may always try again,
though have a care
Their concrete limbs cannot move
and flow the way I can.
You underestimate me.
Place me in a box
and I will always carve a door.
StasisDreams only take you so farStasis in Free Verse More Like This
before they crush you
and their un-fulfillment.
You cannot move
with bones so broken,
and a stomach
with swallowed pride.
And wing'd hope flies from the fear
of a life well wasted,
leaving you nightmare-shackled
to your potential
screaming in stasis.
DenialI keep myself in the dark,because as long as I'm blindDenial in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can't see my heart break.
And for all you or I know
I'm just fine.
Anatomy of DepressionI watch the world go by through my windowpane eyes,Anatomy of Depression in Free Verse More Like This
and it turns my kaleidoscope mind.
My lips are a cave by a turbulent sea;
my voice a lonely echo
conversing with itself
because of the big empty within.
My arms witch for water,
but my hands only ever hold deserts.
My skin is a playground
wrapped up in caution tape,
casting chalk outlines
of the body it follows.
My heart cries out in mutiny
against my kaleidoscope mind
as my feet dig deeper in indecision - -
I can feel them taking root in the clay.
Tripping on a MigraineHeat lightningTripping on a Migraine in Free Verse More Like This
Spiked with madness
It's all technicolor thunder
Noise and saline
It's all nonsense
Sink your tiger claws
Deep in my temples
I have been seeing red
And I'm already
That could sure use
Poppies on a pedestal
Taste too much like mourning
Kill me again
This time without feeling
Make it beautiful
Or don't waste my time
I see the light
Of my magic carpet
Leaving the station
It's gonna be a long ride
Give me a beat
And I'll count you off
But I'm tone deaf
Of that tune
Oh, how you Brando the drums
You don't care that I hate percussion
It only brings pixies
But they never share their dust
I don't need their shine
Beatles are better company
With superior wings
There is a riot of color
On my eyelids
Turn out the light
Before I lay my head down
On the writers block
Toss me a pencil
Night CattleShe owns her flesh.Night Cattle in Free Verse More Like This
Old goddess, beautiful decay-
draping along the length of her bones
like a Shakespearean sonnet.
When the graveyard lurkers
come to pray upon a carcass,
they will howl their mournful sorrow
to the earth below their claws.
Devouring her, respectfully.
She, with an aged bird spirit:
unable to be caged.
TigressShe is the kind of girl who smothers herself in astronomy,Tigress in Free Verse More Like This
New Age philosophies and coffee shop poetry.
All fire and dragon scaled-
She hides her tiger stripes behind bruises and ink stains,
living her life by way of verse-
throwing Hemingway around like insults.
Writing her letters to the moon,
she hides her heart underneath her own floorboards,
folding blank paper birds just to set them free at 3AM.
But, it's the lipstick stained collars,
the rose thorned fingers,
and the dead stars in her chest cavity
that tell her- even a tigress can bleed.
SLAMAt a young age,SLAM in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I had to learn to dodge stones,
grow angry scales
along innocent freckled skin,
and open my eyes to a world not quite ready
to hear this tigress's voice.
Speaking in tongues to those paid too listen-
of fairytale wars, battle scars,
and the many linoleum squares I counted
day in and day out. I became mute.
Escaping through rabbit holes and back alleys
into a world of ink and worthy paper cuts.
[ I wear these
like a fucking
fashion statement! ]
And this goes out to you-
The Eden snakes, you dead-eyed demons:
It is you that keep me up at night,
weighing down these artist fingers-
IT IS YOU I WILL SLAM AT AN OPEN MIC NIGHT!
I do have a life worth writing about.
Missing BonesWe spent our nights star gazingMissing Bones in Free Verse More Like This
on the top of that local bar on 5th street.
You said you loved me by night,
that no star or moon in any given universe
could compare to me; that we were lost warriors
searching for a home within the roots of one another.
I believed myself a wandering ghost among the living,
searching for missing bones and the warmth of another's grave.
You shook me then,
kissing me where it hurt most-
just to test a theory.
"Like dead birds,
you are not faceless;
your rib cage has a meaning."
And I believed I loved you then
underneath the moon and stars
tipsy on your smile and your words
and your warmth.
Your hands must be the thieves
who stole these thin bones of mine-
because, I never wanted you more.
Lonely Gods"I wish my body to be a staircaseLonely Gods in Free Verse More Like This
to heaven." She said, "A conduit
of lonely Gods."Swaying
pendulum hips, she, she
was made of stardust.- Scars sleeping
above a city of sweet bones, stirring
like sun-stricken scorpions during
hollow painkiller nights,
mistaking her redred burns
for Apollos kisses.
"Sadly, this body has whispered away
the last of my secrets."
RepossessionYour words tore into my abdomen like vultures feeding onRepossession in Free Verse More Like This
the raw emotion their filthy wings stirred up from the dust.
My ribs cracked from the blow.
But, I think sometimes
of how these were the ribs
that should have chased you away from me,
quietly wondering how you managed to
slither past this cage of bone and flesh
to engrave your fingerprints into my marrow.
You were sweat & spice & scars-
a thunderstorm of black and blue sex
jarring and devouring my insides,
shaped a faithless religion
through the cracks & broken shards
of my hollowed out womb.
(I want my insides back.)
I long to set this world aflame.I once dreamt of ashes and dragons,I long to set this world aflame. in Free Verse More Like This
as dark ravens loomed over my sleeping form,
planting cadaver kisses along my neck.
Stepping into a river of colors, I contemplated
smoke halos and the unlit cigarette between my teeth.
I asked myself if all of this was worth it-
gasoline rainbows painting landscapes along my thighs.
I'd never smoked a day in my life, but I liked to play with fire.
[Light a match and watch me burn. ]
wet scribbles, tattooed tragedyI am shedding my skinwet scribbles, tattooed tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
like the poetry that bleeds
from your ink-cracked lips
onto the bare bones of my
Unfold these moon-shy limbs
that chase silence
& beg stay-with-me.
For you are the only verse
hidden within this labyrinth
of scar-damaged flesh.
Milky Waymy body is a road mapMilky Way in Free Verse More Like This
of hazard signs
but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
like little racing
beneath my skin:
you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-
these bruises are
ste ti & you are the Milky Way.
Your Poetry Sucks.Poetic verse does not sleep contently within your bones.Your Poetry Sucks. in Free Verse More Like This
You are not made of Shakespearean sonnets.
Metaphors do not cling to your teeth like snowdrops,
and similes do not lurk like assassins behind those false psychic eyes.
Your veins bleed nothing but red.
And your whispers,
they will never leave galaxies
along the length of spines.
So, Dear Heart,
you can take your stars,
your full moon romances,
the many, desperate love letters,
the gag-worthy cliches-
and eat them.
a siren's song.her ribcage burst into flowersa siren's song. in Free Verse More Like This
as her lungs swam to sea
and the world was silent
-like a film set on mute-
as it watched her dance
into her coral grave.
she grinned and laughed
and all you could hear
was the metallic scraping
of her tongue on her teeth
as her coppery laugh
fell into the ocean-
like a penny onto concrete.
her hair was a tangle of seaweed
drenched in brine
and adorned with salt flecks
that caught the sun in waves
crashing along the shoreline
in the treble notes of symphonies.
ensnared in wanderlust,
she ran towards the current
in hopes of finding herself
among the lost.
she wore fish-scales
on her clavicle
and sung her way down
to the bottom of atlantis.
the ships out at bay that day
only remember one thing:
she sunk like the titanic,
her bones tearing at the seams
and all that remained of her
were two hands
(whose knuckles were mountains
and skin was land)
receding into the curls
as the earth drowned into the sea.
and there was nothing left on the horizon
The Rotting Queen of PortugalCut my head from my shoulders The Rotting Queen of Portugal in Free Verse More Like This
please sirs! Don't
touch my daughter
Pedro kissed me
we said our farewells
though he does not yet know it.
I am the heart of Portugal.
How violently you rip
me from her breast!
Death's hands are cold,
but my hatred
for you, sirs,
Pedro's only love
to rest in the dull earth.
Perhaps this ring of maggots
for the crown
that should be mine.
Now I watch
our children weeping
and vengeance is stunning
in its horrific mastery.
Please sirs! Don't
close your eyes;
not when Pedro wrenches
your hearts from your chests
so beautifully. Wrenches
with the same hands
which showed me
Kiss my hand,
people of Portugal.
Kiss the hand that you decayed!
I am the spectre. I am the saint.
I am Inês de Castro.
Your rotting queen.
JaneYou know me bestJane in Scraps More Like This
as the one he loved first,
but 'twas only Boleyn
who could quench his thirst.
The good Lord was my friend,
hers were her books,
she became Queen by wit,
and I by my looks;
I was meek blonde,
she striking ebony,
how could I compare
to such a Goddess before me?
who gave him a daughter,
I gave him the child
he had always sought after.
I gave him my love,
and I gave him my son,
but 'tis she he loves most
when all's said and done.
My son grew pale
and my son grew ill;
were it not for his father
he'd be living still!
I loved my son more
than I did my King,
and he let Edward die
for such a meagre thing
as a crown. A pressure.
A pride. A weight.
My son was a child
until he was eight.
Then, at nine,
a King he became;
far too young for such
intrigue and fame.
We're together in death,
Henry and I,
in eternal sleep;
side by side.
I feel no peace
lying beside him;
I was but third
of a six-wived whim.
You know me best
as the one he loved first,
there were f
Ogre PrinceIt was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the wind was blowing, and -Ogre Prince in Short Stories More Like This
"Did you know you've got intestine under your finger nails?"
"Do I?" Rose Red paused to investigate and pursed her lips upon finding the declaration true. "Damn." The pair, a tall boy with sandy wet hair and a lanky girl with equally wet ginger braids, continued walking.
"You're going to have to wash your hands before Wolf sees; his diet's been going so well lately." Hansel said, shoving his own hands into his pockets. Their leather boots trod on grass that had seen too much sun over the summer, and was starting to brown.
"Pfft. I don't see why the idiot wants to be a vegetarian all of a sudden anyway," Hansel's lips quirked into a smile as Rose tossed one damp braid over her shoulder. "I've already washed my hair for the sod; he's hardly going to notice the teensiest bit of blood under my nails."
"You'd be surprised. That guy's nose is impressive. Besides, you know why he's trying to stay away from meat; he's
AThere is birdsong andA in Free Verse More Like This
sun-drenched long limbs,
sprawled across India green;
wet hair haloes and
a restless route scrawled
up arms and over hands.
There are blueberry smiles,
feet upon dashboards,
and city-light fireflies...
then there is you.
Always, always you.)
Sky EyesDesert hands tell talesSky Eyes in Free Verse More Like This
of a hundred arid summers, but
you are no longer as cloudless as they
(there is a storm
creeping through blue, blue veins).
But tell the sky to keep her sorrow,
that grey cascade blurring against
eyelids and horizons;
and suppress her misbegotten
droplets, seeping into the sodden
for there is still sun in your sky eyes.
The Rainfall KidThere are raindrops on his fingersa glistening cluster of perfectly silver droplets that read like some shining, ethereal roadway mapthe night that he comes for her with the thunder of a summer storm rolling forward on his footsteps. The low rumble of it jolts her from a book induced slumber, the cover rough beneath hands and the jumble of last-read letters blurring on the underside of blinking eyelids as rain begins to fall. Although it's almost been longer than memory will allow, she knows that there is no mistaking the sudden upheaval of the outside world for anything other than his arrivalafter all, it hasn't stormed in years.The Rainfall Kid in Short Stories More Like This
Soon enough, her shoulders and the soles of her bare feet are collecting water along with the hardback that had slipped, forgotten, through outstretched fingersnow laying broken-spined with white pages exposed and its words all bleeding together in thin rivers of smudged ink. The leafless trees seem to shudder, emerging from
SeashineSacred skinSeashine in Free Verse More Like This
where heavens and ocean
an imprint on salted lungs
of aching, of
a moonlit yearning upon the
MelpomeneHear her sing of sun-kissed,Melpomene in Free Verse More Like This
heavy-lidded tragedies that roll
off her tongue as sweetly as
sugared violets and as naturally
as nightfall; but bruise the lungs
of those who breathe them in.
She is no poet's muse, but
these summer-drunk revellers
will never know better.
Pill Poppers And The Trends Of King Arthur's CourtBlue pill, blue pill, how will you spill?Pill Poppers And The Trends Of King Arthur's Court in Free Verse More Like This
From magical beans on my windowsill?
You sprout, I pluck, not unlike a crook,
The pharmacy lotto of medical bills.
Blue pill, blue pill, gone in for a kill.
You spared a life, but life's been stilled.
He swallowed and chewed and paid hot shit for you:
There ain't no such thing as having your fill.
Neighbors, neighbors all gather in droves
To carol to the tune of their latex gloves
This cul-de-sac doesn't dare to give back,
A toast to the wallets that labor its love.
Blue pill, blue pill, how will you spill?
Into my lap with immaculate skill?
I lived and I died, fifty milligram pride
The benefactor of my premature will.
Mount KitchenspoonMountain, my sister,Mount Kitchenspoon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the highest crown,
You glanced too far at kingdoms
That were never your own.
Goodnight, wild fright,
Red from blood and shaven bone,
My sister, a mountain
Desolated white crone.
The munch, the crunch of stilts
Poetic injustice endures!
Trees to toothpicks wilt.
O wicked face to flutter off
In piles of dun snow,
Whispers of a coming cough.
Mountain, my sister,
My sister, the fortress
With cracklings from her skull
And her feet in a harness.
My sister, a mountain,
A wanton ornament,
The state of all things grandiose,
The staunched sky's lament.
AbrasionsYou cannot say your heart has stopped in your chest, because it is pounding so hard and so fast that your hands clench and unclench to its erratic tempo. So much so that your eyesight blurs and your breaths cross in many wanton attempts to succeed a normal pace. Your chest compresses and all the weight from your knees lifts you seek the floor as a companion, a burial place.Abrasions in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It is here all things unmend. The sweating palm is limp and the phone is unhanded. Your eyes lift. But the words are too heavy to liberate you.
Get to the hospital. There's been an accident
You see, in your mind's eye, myriad accidents, all of them begetting blood and terror. Confusion and mayhem. Loss and still water.
She's in the ER
What has your youngest sister survived? What has she witnessed? What does she now have to overcome?
Who has everyone turned into?
Sir's TheologyBlack, grey, and blue in the rainbowSir's Theology in Free Verse More Like This
And pink and gold in the rain,
Bloodied and bruised at the wedding
Cleanliness oft dyes the stains.
Rose-fashioned cheeks on the corpses;
A child who reeks of cadaver.
A memory upsets the future
And backwards we tumble thereafter.
A scientist hollers, "My God!" as
A preacher cites psalms of Einstein:
"Science without religion is lame,
Religion without science is blind."
Truth is assumed by believers
In ignorance masked as blind faith
"An angel!" he clings to the lie
When, truly, his reaper's a wraith.
These murkiest sources reveal
What mirrors so often condemn,
That hindsight beckons man forward
To never be sightless again.
Prison Break RomanceOpen the drain,Prison Break Romance in Free Verse More Like This
Lye magnet scum.
I, the yellow dye,
Truths? Never quite.
Your heart's compression.
I see bleached memories.
Juniper trees on
A vast-fading sunset.
Somewhere in the distance
Someone is whispering.
What have I done?
Was this your apology?
I have no choice but to accept.