Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Last ones...

These are some of the final edits for my first poetry collection, Voices. I couldn't include the artwork from my collection on here for obvious reasons. Let me know if you would like to see it and I can send you pictures.

Magnets

{heaven wide}

purple skies

feel magnetic

i lay next to purgatory

a negative

mixed in a blender

of rampant touches

with other {positives}

and unfounded {intimacy}

is this really it?

you {sizzle} to char

what should this be?

thoughts of flight

just take me to the winds of polyamoury

surprise me with a kite

(or maybe a conch shell).

Cigarettes

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Bang, bang, bang

On the window glass.

Come save me-

I need cigarettes.

Everyone itches here.

Nobody works here.

We are all broken toys,

And they are

The children

Trying to put us

Back together

With Elmer’s glue.

We

Are still broken.

We

Are still broken.

We

Are still broken.

Hop

On the Merry-Go-Round.

Feed

Us meds, meds, meds,

Tell your

Feedings to be quiet.

Let us

Teach you common-sense.

But

Remember, it’s quiet time

Come

Save me, I need cigarettes

Your paper degrees

Cannot win me sanity.

e.e.

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st

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leaf.

Untitled

Sunnyside down.

Same taste, but the egg’s no good.


The Wave

Ignorance rises above me with snide remarks.

He was a false promise that I begged to leave,

but now I am cornered sludge; abandon ship!

Find me buried alive in the ocean’s core.

I used to think ignorance was a diseased wave

in a bountiful sea of new discoveries clear of debris.

Only a swimmer with eyes

could duck under the perpetual splash and discover the golden treasures of the abstract. Now, I call myself a dirty liar. A wave is happy and joyous because he can float above the treacherous sea,

away from harm, drenched in movement.

The swimmer, however, follows

her eyes with curiosity,

and is torn by the truthful sharks

and merciless currents. As a wave I would be blissful again, an unaware floater, but I found my eyes once and now they are permanent. Reality is forever embedded in my cracked and mangled spine. Goodbye, lies.

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I drown in truth.


And a poem from Michigan I forgot...


The Passenger’s Regrets

Sea grasp

In

the

panhandled

dark.

Grab that starfish,

That SPITE

of

the

(sand) .

Take HIM

and

you’ll

takeme.

Always

(Always)

a

fo

o

lish

one.

R U N N I N G

in place.

Wi

th

myhands

pointingto

the

ground.

More...

Written within 15 minutes during a meeting...

Poem #2

Good

            bye

                        love.

                                    I’ll

                        be

            sitting

in

            the

                        sun,

                                    bringing

                        your

            truth

to

            light.

 

 

See

Eyes drenched

{Dead}

 

No

 

Breathing…

Dead Eyes

stop speaking.

 

Read will

through my red spiders.

 

(I’m hiding, but you see me.)

 

Bitch

Cla

            awe.

Animal flesh

Bloodied grit

with distasteful fingertips.

I’ll eat you, bitch.

 

Bitch.

 

Bitch.

 

It hits my teeth like a sizzling coal.

I pull my coat over my fear

and put forth a shaky hand.

I’ll be your

 

Bitch.

 

Bitch.

 

Until he cla

                        awes out my damned compliance,

,

,

,

(I’m waiting)

 

Two Cries

Burnt skies in the window brush. She falls downhill into that sucker balm. “I give up,” she cries with each, rigid tumble. My body belongs to the beat of a monster with four teeth. Pull me out. Out. From my limbs his fist my frost his bite. I’m limp. Limp. Carried along in thunder clouds.

A Spew of Updates

I've written a lot of poetry since my last update. I will attempt the long task of posting them all here. Here goes...I wrote all of these poems within 20 minutes while on a trip in Michigan.

drive

crying canine kick the b-line bully the b-bop sucker the sky. eat the eavesdrop smell the sand dune  recall the rain cloud push the pedals. ride the riff-raff jump the j-walk piss the popery.


Void

Ugliness stomps above my carnage,

flies up to the limbs.

Spit my savage, then.

You sleep.

You’re here.

You’re always here.

 

Here.


Here.

 

Depressed out my

desert void.

Suck your life form,

jump to your selfishness.

You’re leaving.

You’re leaving.

All goes,

you’re here.

 

Here.

 

Here.

 

 

Matter

Beauty glides before my feet,

tumbles down to the bull rush.

Eat my core, now,

I say.

I’m awake.

I’m gone.

I’m always gone.

 

Gone.

 

Gone.

 

Maniac in your

sea garden.

Mob my ashes,

fall to my willingness.

I’m coming.

I’m coming.

Just wait,

I’m gone.

 

Gone.

 

Gone.

 

 

Crit.ick.

Kick. Stand. Com. Ic. Books. sit in. your ste.nch. r.e.a.d. away. To. Neverland. While your minimum is lacking. Dive. Be.low. off. Ice. Jibes. While. Swi. Mming. With. The. Nicknaks. Leters are bet.ter. than. 10,000 words.

 

 Poem #1

Pumping the

 

PEA pod.

 

fly on my

 

LIP            STAINED

 

Ne-

I-

Yt-

Mare.

 

Play, pretty, play play

 

Pluh

Pluh

Pluh play pluh play play

Go

down

to the

 

Tea-tock

Toktoktoktok

Laugh,

 

                                                Hmmm, laugh.

 

Whoo-HA!

 

Snippidy snap

Tily snackidy snack

Snack

            Snack

                        Snack

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BACK

 

 

 Waste.d

Take Crave-see

 

Smiiiiile

 

Baby, smIIIIII leh

 

How goooooes

the rain-

for-

rest zippidy zippidy

in that mind mind.

 

Stoooop eating him

with

 

your

 

Raaaaansack

Muh

YOU

Sings.

 

Be gooooone

and

leh

eve

him to

chug chug chug chug

spit, fuck it,

da-rink

to dah-dah-dam

death.

Waaaaaa

Ate!

Ate!

Take lazy,

make crazy.

Still here,

Heeeee                        willbe.