poetry

Haiku

poetry

Sunshine envelops
but for one last time today;
the night is coming.

…And away from home we stray
’till at last we find an old, quaint place
to gather near, and all but pray.
To garner our good graces
in between us, all together
and truly decide, one and all
to wait out foul weather
rather than attempt to sally forth
in to certain disaster.

Rain comes from the east
the tents are staked solidly
We will sleep in peace.

circles are infinite lines and circles are feelings

poetry

tilt the earth if
you’ve not enough shine
it’s dark ’round here
about half of the time
why, tell both sides to
give up the fight
make the nighttime
give back your sight
but if no concession comes
or you can’t even try
waste your time alone
and cry, cry, cry
feelings like circles
like infinite lines
an arrow pointing at
itself ’till the end of time
as life, itself, is
a perpetual crime
but you can’t see!!
BUT YOU CAN’T SEE!!
WE ALL CAN’T SEE!!
we must be blind.

Ephemeral

poetry

A life.
Fleeting.
Something so genuine,
so unique, like a memory.
A flash, a thought.
A tick, a breeze.
Brief.
Something so trivial
so minor, like a breath
Gone.
In an instant, a second
a beat, a blink
And I am lost.
At a loss,
for words.

dr hugo

poetry

i sit,
in my watchtower
viewing hiked skirts
from a 2nd floor
pealing off the skin
crusssssssst
on my arms, thinking
“19”
i,
sit,
green from trees
invading,
pupils dulling,
life multiplying,
i in my infertile
watchtower,
above coffee shop
2nd floor,
watching hiked skirts
bounce through streets
the ghost of
charlie haunting me.

Easier To Stretch

poetry

Sustaining life
for extended periods
is much more difficult
when currency
is entered
as a variable
in to the scenario.

If I could, I would
live in the forest.
If I could, I would
sleep under the
stars, every night.

But, alas, I can just
afford the thick wool blankets,
and I surely can’t
begin to rent
a campground lot.

love is a hamster wheel

poetry

all that wants you is my cock
an animal that says “go! go!”
teeth bare
rip through epidermis to find
pot of gold orgasm
from your silhouette
to your bone structure
to white blood cells
i want to hold you in my hands

cock aside, however, i will
let your breath titillate
my spine, and
keep a blueprint in my head
for darker times
i will name you stars
i will cement you in rhyme
i will not ask you to stay

neuro

poetry

how could i not be naive
when i’ve not seen it
finished yet?
the volcanoes
and asteroids
and hurricanes
in my chest
this sunspot causing
all of my duress
the gravity my lust
fights against
in the end we will
see what’s left

so close

poetry

those were the golden days
surrounded by brilliant minds
babbling bull shit from sun peak to sun hide
giving me inspiration to sit
and write every first sentence i heard
for ten minutes in a crowd
furiously trying to keep up
knowing it would spring a poem
i could hope to find useful one day

but then digging through old notebooks
i fail to find you

Elise

poetry

I demand
Inspiration
not
explanations as to
why you can’t deliver
and no,
I don’t
understand Chinese.

So
just
read it to me slowly
because even if I could,
we all know I
can’t decipher
your fine print.

…But Goodness knows I’ve tried

Official

poetry

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Problem Child

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We settled
near each-other
on the floor
– it was the best place –
near the door
in to the next room
that we hardly used at all

And we squeezed
of one another
and we laughed
and fought and kissed
until we nearly
fell asleep where
one ought not

And she smiled and
bit her lip
while we drove
all the way crosstown
to where she stayed
on weekdays

and what it was
I can not fathom