Thursday, April 26, 2012

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.




Sunday, April 8, 2012

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."

Thursday, April 5, 2012

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




Wednesday, March 28, 2012

I'm not good with titles OKAY? And I copy/pasted so the format color is WONKY.

Navy Colonel Ken
carving away at me; in tension
these
limestone automatons
standing on the shoulders of giant jade amazons
and
a kindling pine box
engulfed with a whisper
light pulsing peerlessly in ever-existent night
Like a lavish daffodil dancer
weaving amber scarves
then
when it dies, there is dawn; and violet horizons
and I am
beckoning for but a breeze; flush gusts
to waft over weather-worn skin
just to remind it - of it
from within

I don't need college for this shit, but I'll go anyway

Orange with a hollow interior
Collecting precious, trickeling dew-drops
Tangled dandelion neighbors, soaring black birds
and stationary s~tra~~tus c~lou~~ds from the ocean's foil
sharing this moment; the fruit refilling

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Blahh.

BLAHHHHH BLEGH
BLGGGGGEEGGGHHHHH BLGE DRUGS
BLELEEBLLLEGHHHHHHHHHHH LETS
BLLEGHHHHH BLEGH BLEGH LBLEAF
BLLAAHHHHHHHHHHHHB BLAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
BLAH BLAH BLBLBLALALALALALALALAL DRUGS

Die? No, cubes. (Gonna need editing)

2012

Die cast, on dust
On dust? On dust; on a chalkboard
Displaces layers... of dust
Mushrooming into a cloud
Gathering around on the ground

Anti-anti-gravity
Keeps die from drifting, keeps die from flying
Keeps die from sifting, keeps die from sighing
Dice; lifting and prying

No divots; actually, just a cube
There are pictures, though; signs
No one can read them, yet everyone tries
We feel the color; fragance for sight

Dust, we can read the dust
No one reads the dust
No one reads dust