Blue jeans- unbuttoned- slide down the hips
fluoride burns clear on my teeth
and night ticking phantoms
all sneak past the shadows
desperate to pull down the strings of my mind
When dreams fade to conscious
impatient for splendor
and mystic and butter
to spread down my thigh
The mirrors lie breaking
show me broken
girls broken. Dreams
split shards just to fit in the frame.
And again, my daylight stolen
like innocence
dancing.
Masked in a peppermint swirl.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
11/20/07
mirrored reflection
reads five o' clock
tick-tick my lover/tick-tick my lover
stand up appraising
the pink of the lip
and floss-
as it pulls through the teeth
that's five A.M. morning
another one's lost
and how many hours/and sunshining haze
of tomorrow
are already gone?
reads five o' clock
tick-tick my lover/tick-tick my lover
stand up appraising
the pink of the lip
and floss-
as it pulls through the teeth
that's five A.M. morning
another one's lost
and how many hours/and sunshining haze
of tomorrow
are already gone?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
"One More Night"- STARS
Try as he might he's unable to speak
He grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek
The bed is unmade like everything is
Dark little heaven at the top of the stairs
Take me like that, ruin it all
Then build it again by the light in the hall
He drops to his knees says please my love, please
I'll kill who you hate, take off that dress, you won't freeze
He grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek
The bed is unmade like everything is
Dark little heaven at the top of the stairs
Take me like that, ruin it all
Then build it again by the light in the hall
He drops to his knees says please my love, please
I'll kill who you hate, take off that dress, you won't freeze
One more night, that was a good one
One more night, i dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one
A good one
One more night, i dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one
A good one
He starts with her back cause that's what he sees
When she's breaking his heart she still fucks like a tease
Release to the sky, look him straight in the eye
And tell him that now, that you wish he would die
You'll never touch him again-
so get what you can
Leaving him empty just because he's a man
So good when it ends, they'll never be friends
One more night, that's all they can spend
When she's breaking his heart she still fucks like a tease
Release to the sky, look him straight in the eye
And tell him that now, that you wish he would die
You'll never touch him again-
so get what you can
Leaving him empty just because he's a man
So good when it ends, they'll never be friends
One more night, that's all they can spend
One more night, that was a good one
One more night, i dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one
A good one
One more night, i dreamed it was a good one
One more, one more night, that was a good one
One more night, the end should be a good one
A good one
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
A River of Conscious Paranoia
Oh what's the date? A mate for fate-
and now I'm rhyming once again.
My friend forsaken, cold feet taken
breaking all the pigeon hearts.
And legs for dinner,
I'm such a sinner,
but what belief is this you hold?
Wool is warmer, but holds no heat.
And fire blazes to cool my feet.
Why does the body not get along with the body?
the face on fire too selfish to share with the extremities?
And fingers are grasping the voices of the neighbors
just- fight- a little more.
Ice cream and pickled herring is not a dinner
we'd like to share. But this choice-
a privilege while my stomach growls with discontent
and still refuses such sweet and sick.
The shadow of a fluttered lash
reflects the pain of stolen memories-
refusing to be let go.
New shoes will catch my eye, unworthy of mention-
but mentioned all the same.
Pink and green and flowers from the 60's
all blended with my heater crackles
filling my apartment's loneliness.
And why aren't you writing your essay young lady?
Because I miss Julia and all her wilds.
I know without a doubt that these are just motions
like showers and make-up
that all must take place,
but why do they vanish like the ink of a pen
to dry for anyone's taste?
My face is still heated, my body still needed,
and still all my duties are sailing away.
And I wonder if I would think differently
through pen than through dreaming;
or if all of these misfires are just like your love.
and now I'm rhyming once again.
My friend forsaken, cold feet taken
breaking all the pigeon hearts.
And legs for dinner,
I'm such a sinner,
but what belief is this you hold?
Wool is warmer, but holds no heat.
And fire blazes to cool my feet.
Why does the body not get along with the body?
the face on fire too selfish to share with the extremities?
And fingers are grasping the voices of the neighbors
just- fight- a little more.
Ice cream and pickled herring is not a dinner
we'd like to share. But this choice-
a privilege while my stomach growls with discontent
and still refuses such sweet and sick.
The shadow of a fluttered lash
reflects the pain of stolen memories-
refusing to be let go.
New shoes will catch my eye, unworthy of mention-
but mentioned all the same.
Pink and green and flowers from the 60's
all blended with my heater crackles
filling my apartment's loneliness.
And why aren't you writing your essay young lady?
Because I miss Julia and all her wilds.
I know without a doubt that these are just motions
like showers and make-up
that all must take place,
but why do they vanish like the ink of a pen
to dry for anyone's taste?
My face is still heated, my body still needed,
and still all my duties are sailing away.
And I wonder if I would think differently
through pen than through dreaming;
or if all of these misfires are just like your love.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Okay so my poem got LOLed,
and I just couldn't resist.
jade
girl in green
remained across frm me.
i wuz ha… n
she wuz i.
we neva spoke single word;
our eyez consistent… intertwined.
history n destination;
absolute
meaningless entitiez.
ha shinin emerald
peerin through me…
absorbin
scenery behind.
blindness iz giftd
2 those wit eyez uv green.
i waitd 2 catch ha…
2 steal fleetin glimpse.
2 feel neon
electricitee cast
frm glance.
without ha
sea uv thrashin
energy whippin
through my day…
my dutiez fade
blak n whiet…
silent blak.
wtf would i do…
2 lak that overlookin eye??!
without ha wild nature…
forcin me in2
movement… in2 action…
in2 life??!
n so i waitd.
there r treez…
earth… leavez…
growth.
there iz bubblin algae…
shimmerin fairy… thik
canopy lite.
u find darkened wata…
dancin meadows… n then-
ha shinin…
penetratin…
intensitee.
green eyez.
so stunnin u cannot look
n u cannot look away.
summary uv my life.
as i look
across rite-anglez
n sunken heart…
i find those eyez
screamin 2 me.
n yet.
she lookz through
n beyond.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
060406
Jade
The girl in green
remained across from me.
I was her, and
she was I.
We never spoke a single word;
our eyes consistent, intertwined.
History and destination;
absolute
meaningless entities.
Her shining emeralds
peering through me,
absorbing
the scenery behind.
A blindness is gifted
to those with eyes of green.
I waited to catch her,
to steal a fleeting glimpse.
To feel the neon
electricity cast
from a glance.
Without her
sea of thrashing
energy whipping
through my day,
my duties fade
black and white,
silent black.
What would I do,
to lack that overlooking eye?
Without her wild nature,
forcing me into
movement, into action,
into life?
And so I waited.
There are the trees,
the earth, the leaves,
the growth.
There is the bubbling algae,
the shimmering fairy, the thick
canopy light.
You find the darkened waters,
the dancing meadows, and then-
her shining,
penetrating,
intensity.
green eyes.
So stunning you cannot look
and you cannot look away.
The summary of my life.
As I look
across the right-angles
and sunken hearts,
I find those eyes
screaming to me.
And yet.
She looks through
and beyond.
The girl in green
remained across from me.
I was her, and
she was I.
We never spoke a single word;
our eyes consistent, intertwined.
History and destination;
absolute
meaningless entities.
Her shining emeralds
peering through me,
absorbing
the scenery behind.
A blindness is gifted
to those with eyes of green.
I waited to catch her,
to steal a fleeting glimpse.
To feel the neon
electricity cast
from a glance.
Without her
sea of thrashing
energy whipping
through my day,
my duties fade
black and white,
silent black.
What would I do,
to lack that overlooking eye?
Without her wild nature,
forcing me into
movement, into action,
into life?
And so I waited.
There are the trees,
the earth, the leaves,
the growth.
There is the bubbling algae,
the shimmering fairy, the thick
canopy light.
You find the darkened waters,
the dancing meadows, and then-
her shining,
penetrating,
intensity.
green eyes.
So stunning you cannot look
and you cannot look away.
The summary of my life.
As I look
across the right-angles
and sunken hearts,
I find those eyes
screaming to me.
And yet.
She looks through
and beyond.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Pregnant Rages
I cry
for the children of my nation
torn from their mothers
screaming with despair.
Is $22.50 the worth of an infant?
And my child
just a commodity.
I cry
for the grief of the mothers
scarred and bleeding
white hot tears
for the loss of their babies.
Broken lovers
children mothers
For this is not your privilege.
I cry
for a special kind of hatred.
Centered for the blood
from which I came.
A generation, undeniable.
To forgive,
and forget
is the right of the heritage.
for the children of my nation
torn from their mothers
screaming with despair.
Is $22.50 the worth of an infant?
And my child
just a commodity.
I cry
for the grief of the mothers
scarred and bleeding
white hot tears
for the loss of their babies.
Broken lovers
children mothers
For this is not your privilege.
I cry
for a special kind of hatred.
Centered for the blood
from which I came.
A generation, undeniable.
To forgive,
and forget
is the right of the heritage.
110307
Go to sleep now- Baby Doll.
but I'm not tired, I'm not tired.
Like all the socks are never lost.
between the sheets, where they meet the sheets.
Just close your eyes now- a conscious blur.
no I'm too focused, I'm too focused.
Ignore your growling stomach beast.
my eyes are fading, no social failing.
Your eyes too heavy- thoughts all sliding.
and now you are asleep.
but I'm not tired, I'm not tired.
Like all the socks are never lost.
between the sheets, where they meet the sheets.
Just close your eyes now- a conscious blur.
no I'm too focused, I'm too focused.
Ignore your growling stomach beast.
my eyes are fading, no social failing.
Your eyes too heavy- thoughts all sliding.
and now you are asleep.
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