Tiny Poem.

Seas tinted with mauve skyward reflection
harness wind, effectuate waves haunting.
Still I sail; oceanic affection.

110 bpm new rap not done yet

|I’m a basketball traveler,|a masterful ravel’r,|
|dribblin’ it up and down the court|but you can’t tell what I’m after|
|Dispellin’ the patterns|of thought, in your brain matter,|
|the main batter to bat,|batterin’ battlin’ cats|
|Cataclysmic catalyst catapult raps|
|Can’t judge an animal by how it attacks|
|I’ve got illusive opticals|to stab fools in the backs|
|That meanin’ anyone who doesn’t wanna look to the past||
|Their views are obstacles,|happenin’s have happened before|
|same events, same phases, just different forms|

Detonation Point

smooth // deliberately s(l)o(w)

     safe spider

           delicately

                crawling...

     the hand that rest it below her umbilicus 

                                   

                    v    a    p    o  r  i  s   h   l  y     d i    ss   i p   a t e s

                                                                                                   

informal insect   intricately steps    one  arachnid limb after another like a 

~creeping torrent of steam~   //b r e t h t

     over her abdomen into her rib-cage

                   a *radio-active* chest humming a pulsating hymn 

a cup with water that is somehow a tad bit over the brim

      spider

          trickles 

          to a soft stop on the right side of her neck

detonation point

Structure.

Shed vermilion brushstrokes, as light,
on our wood fence made amethyst,
set in shaggy malachite grass.

Aqua scented zephyrs reveal
the Eastern tide in its crispness.
Sharply inhale, be pierced coolly.

Orchid above, slate nebulas.
Painting a fence I hope you'll see,
words are to bleeding as you, blood.

Yo. Free Verse/Part-Time Lunatic - 2 hours

shoddy bouncin' ball

from one of those Quarter-Machine s

I sat solemnly seduced, sending it soaring toward a statue of Apollo

utterly captivated  as it collided

and then 

returned

             \

~~~~~an addict for physics~

~~~~~[                             ]~add this to your wishlist~~{  }~

back and forth in this musty museum

with this pale blue, greasy-to-the-touch rubber chunk

adrift in my own haze - a maze - chucking to and fro for days? - amazed

residual embers from a beautiful blaze

clasped in my primary palm

made the motion to send it gone

swhooo

thwud as it thwud Beauty in the dick  

swhooo

thwud as it thwud - caught

clasped in my primary palm

made the motion to send it gone

swhooo

swhooo as it missed

...

...

blunt: so damn zoned I didn't even notice

stupid: made the motion to send it gone

...

...

 ...

...

...

waking up: where the fuck did my ball go?

...

rising to my feet in this dim, cavernous place

noticing just now the bronze tiles beneath my toes

noticing just now I'm not wearing any shoes

noticing just now how cold barefootedness can be

off a cloud and noticing just now 

almost there

almost completely standing

then Apollo belted a verse

"I don't always keep my bow strung

arrows are not always nocked

you best now be going - look at the clock

you're supposed to be at a meeting - and you're the boss"

and I tripped

yeah, tripped

and fell, skidding on my knees

on that polished, reflective floor

noticing just now the smell of Mr. Clean

noticing just now the culprit of sorts

a pale blue, greasy-to-the-touch rubber chunk

recollecting I have a meeting

the details unimportant

hurriedly finding my black dress shoes in the northeast corner of this atrium-opposite

(no windows)

over them draped my solid cobalt necktie

pale blue shoddy bouncin' ball

etching into where interior embers sizzed

a desire to remain here until the end

clasped in my primary palm

into my pocket it went, along with other things 

it is my favorite thing - my favorite thing

my love for it and for physics

for motion

for its particular whispy whirl

for in it, I see a 

sparing Apollo of my post perceptions, I set off

with intentions of returning

as soon as possible

"Just let me know when, Apollo."

Free verse. 20 minutes.

Secret societies siphoning silently
from a well... well, well

Seeing the saws saw, I saw the sea; I am seeing
from my eye... I, I? Aye, aye!

~Subtly~ some slumber; sleight
of hand
in hand
fingertips; \\\i'mpulsei've///

Kleptomaniacal crooked crooks;
cawing crows crowing and cawing; climax arriving

Reviled reverence

defiled deliverance

she smiled; her...

elegance

kleptomaniacally concocting cardiovascular casings
chasing one another with

ritual daggers

Rusty and Riveted and thoRoughly thRust
don't worry, dove - shameless cheesecake symbolism

The windows, they are normally not this open wide

Black widows, crushed in my gigantic stride

Yet 

Yet

Yet

Yet

~~~~~~

~~~~~~

Yet your yuletide yetis -

like

maneuverable machetes

like

immovable immensely

like

shoots through me thoroughly

Yet

it shoots through so soothingly