3 poems for A.K.M. in PSL (if you're ever here)

No Fault Of Flowers

It was a fledgling's wish
& I should have known
better,
A cowardly attempt to
summons your
attention

Believe me,
Love,
If we ever come
together,
A kiss will
explain what those
flowers tried to
deliver.

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I Shall Be Yours

Talk to the

wind

To the slightest

current

The formidable

gust

The narrowing

trough

Speak of your

love

At the base of a

funnel

In the lift of an

updraft

During storm

formations

Claim me as

yours

and sweet words shall

part

Like dandelion

seeds

from a gossamer

ball

Talk to the

wind

Speak of your

love

Claim me as

yours

And I shall

be.

unknown original source

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One Word

I only need to hear her say

one word,

It's a simple word,

It's the first word I ever knew of her

It was there next to her picture

It was a tender, compassionate picture

It was a picture that told me 

everything I needed to know about

who she was,

where she had been &

where she wanted to go

It was hurt and longing and desire and hope

And it was a simple greeting

from a trained fighter 

looking to take on the world

But it was that word,

That simple word that

said it all

And if she ever speaks

It's the only word she'll have to say

to enter my heart

a simple "Hey".

Do Tell

Tell me more about the 

walls of your heart while I

rummage through these

words

to build a

  ladder.

http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/jacob-ladder-abstract-fx-g-adam-orosco.jpg

She Is

SHE IS PRISTINE BEAUTY

IMMACULATE WITHIN

AN OUTWARD GLOW…

  ALL OF ANY

STAR

THAT SHINES

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"69 Corvette

So, I'm into the Tease
You know - the Game, the Dance

Like that '69 monza red
three fifty c.i.d. V8
300 horsepower corvette
that's been flashing me with drive-bys,
I almost touched her once

When you see her from the side
she's a sunburnt woman
Almost all the same curves &
horizontal undulations

She's playful
Like a flirtacious stripper rolling over
showing just enough belly &
side-boob for your dollar

I'm broke & broken-hearted
everytime she passes by
But I'm into the Tease
You know - the Game, the Dance.

In black & white

I bet you'd look great in black & white
with the soft silky shine of moonlight behind you
The cool rush of midnight breezes all upon you
Like echoes how they dance & play &
continue

I see your mist spirit
subtracted from the heavens
Come over me like butterflies in a
spiral descent

Come over me
You have me and you
flutter away
with the soft silky shine of
moonlight behind you.

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Becoming Bach's AIR

Pour cement in the 

hourglass

I really need you to

stay

Tether the moon to the

lighthouse

Build walls to stop the

wind

Not even the slightest

whisper

Tell your cells to settle

down, As if

one of the Greats had

painted us

to the sounds of Bach's

AIR.

http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/sand-through-hourglass-jill-battaglia.jpg

Dante's 7th

Dante has a place for you
The middle of the 7th circle
Where leaves grow black and
broken limbs
bleed black blood,
There you'll be

Your bark-skin scarred
Cuts filleted at your
selfish discretion,
A sin of yourself

I know you well
I was almost there
waiting for you,
I still have the
knife.

http://images.sodahead.com/polls/002816365/334226801_self_harm_xlarge.jpeg

Moments

These are moments of expectation
Like waiting for the sun to rise or fall
Like the staggering moment of new attraction
Like waiting to see you again

You are a soft romantic song
A vibrant vibrato on the edge of a string
A classical masterpiece
A passive interlude
A silent meditation
A beautiful loving.

https://www.theartfair.com/globalimages/1/th/16/orchestra_2.jpg-Frenkil

Lamenting GREEN

http://theconversation.com/savanna-burning-carbon-pays-for-conservation-in-northern-australia-12185

What have you done!
Good GREEN's gone dead
Been split, torn apart
Just Yellows & Blues

Rich Real Estate rewarded
the quick urban sprawl
that scraped up her skin
Raped right to the root

Like militant mosquitoes they
multiplied in pools of
profit-filled stench
And the virus spread

Now Blue skies shine on
sports cars & taxicabs that
couldn't be more
obnoxious...
But good GREEN is dead!

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Into The Unknown

The final poem

My very last one

Will end with an ellipsis

That the reader may
continue in thought

And I may

be on my way

Both of us into

the unknown

Decibels of Desire

I will spend all day
writing for you

I will gather up my thoughts 
and my discolored dictionary
and struggle
and sweat
until the perfect combination of
words recreate you

Then I'll share you with
the world

They will read you
Need you
They will ache as I ache to
have you, to
love you

And we'll all be without you
together

The decibels of desire will be
deafening!

Fall awake with me

Take me to the sunrise tangled & torn
Thrown into the corners of the room
like those pesky boxers
- you said they just got in the way
of what you really wanted to get to -
and your lingerie

Drag me from the puddles
From the maelstroms of sweat still
circulating the midnight
To survive on your island on
skin I've called Eden upon
landing there before

Lift me to your heights nuzzled &
secured I'll recover from this
ecstasy
Stay and fall awake with me as
I suffer through withdrawals
The early stages of sunrise still
shake me the most

I'm as frail as the light streams
that barely make it through

And I'm barely making it through.

http://imakinarium.net/autores/w/williams_kent/kent_williams.htm

squishy-tender-crazy

It isn't about the Fuck
The squishy Fuck
The tender Fuck
The yank-my-hair-and-stretch-my-limbs-until-tendons-snap
kinda crazy Fuck

It's about the kisses
The intensity of kisses
The squishy tender crazy kisses

At least until the Fucking starts...
Then it's all about the Fuck.

Let it grow

I know the hidden rhythm of her fire

The covert pattern of her chaotic blaze

I celebrate her,

Dance around her like a tribesman

releasing incantations in the

forest night

I speak in tongues,

Again I celebrate and

multiply myself around her hot

center

And let it grow

The intangible amalgam of

love

soul

desire

freedom.

You still make me smile

Remember sitting in the park
staring at each other like complete dorks
Our kindergarten smiles
Our dirty feet
That twig I couldn't pull out of your hair

You flipped off strangers when they
looked at us funny
You said they deserved it for not
feeling as free
You wanted to wake them up
or shock them
I called you crazy and
you licked your lips saying
  Come here little boy,
  Come get some of this Crazy before it's gone...

And now you're gone.

It makes me smile when I look at strangers
and they flip me off for
staring too long
It wakes me up and I thank you in a whisper

You still make me smile
even though
you're 
gone.

Rain

Rain

nighttime falling raindrops

down from thundering stallion skies

over and onto

into and across

cars and trees and rivers and streets

people getting wet

metal toys rusting

insect houses flooding

tears of ancient strangers

the distant sorrow of souls

amassed in clouds & crying together

puddles    leaks     and levels rising

windshieldwipers    gutters     & drains

clearing & guiding,     praying for the sun

    O do not come!

    Sleep on sweet star,

Darkness      distance    & the blissful wetness
of rain
have brought us together again

        Let it rain!     & more!

- just one night out

Noise
Music bouncing & pumping
  & thundering
Broken bottles
Broken stares
Sticky walkways
Vomit in the urinal
& urine on the floor
Crowded hallway
  she pressed-up against me
  & smiled
  & squeezed
  & walked away
    ( i had to laugh )

Dancing
Sexual enticing
Blacks
Whites
Hispanics
Questionable straight-ones &
indisputable maggots
Sweating
She grinn'd
so he let her in
wet anticipation
Sweating again

  I'm sinking,  get me outta here 

        What? 

   I said,  I think I need another beer

       Me too,  god bless you 

alcohol numbs the guilt.

Weapons Down

Come to me with weapons down and
all of your armor left on the field
Call off your archers, Tell them to return
their arrows to the quivers, Their
bows to their sides

I'm here for forgiveness
I've run from the ranks
mindful of the dangers, The 
penalties of deceit

Believe me
This blood trail's been 
purposely poisoned by
my wrongdoings,
There's no going
back

This ends here
before You.

Beats of heart

Love...

the way i looked at her the first time,
the way she looked at me

the way she smelled,
the way she held my hand,
... the easy way we kissed

the way she now breathes,
the way i whisper words
into her ear
while she's asleep
   And watch her...
A flower never stood so still,
... looked more beautiful!

the way she laughs,
the simple honesty within her smile,
the invariant truth

the way i feel,
the waking moment when my every thought
is a thought of her

This sunrise...
This rose...
This overplayed radio lovesong...

All succumb to the adamant beats of heart
and say -  I Love!

painting source: Allen Levy - Threshold

Jack-N-Coke (2005)

You stink with the smell of leaving

And the odor of my guessing
mixes quite nicely...

like Jack-N-Coke
but I don't drink anymore 

and we don't love anymore

     - isn't that a coincidence!

image source http://roderickpena.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/raws-227-edit.jpgption

Little girl america

( silence )

12:o'clock Summers

dry shadows

into panting

soft

a new mood of city

collects

cadillac-soldiers

smack corners

crowd happy

circles into

boxes

soft

stray bullets

fire a new

entrance

into

( )

goodgirls sleep in safe asylum

insects play soft

slow melodies

when dreamers awaken,

they will be comforted

content to subside

in visions

of grandeur

" Monitor the guards,

   when I release these dreams

   there'll be

   a thrashing!

   ... I promise you that much."

and goodgirls sleep in

safe asylum.

She can be ugly when she wants to be

And she laughs

And she cries when there's no one around to beat her

I thought I saw her walking alone in the

shadows of an alley-way     Behind an old dumpster

she was pissin' on the concrete    Urine

collecting in pools of bitch-filth

She laughed    & crawled away from

me.

  I lower myself to you,

  Your lucent soul has ways of

  cleansing eyes

  or turning

  stone! 

Little girl america,

sleep in safe asylum

stray bullets & insects

fire soft slow melodies

into

(silence)

 photo credit: Henri Cartie-Bresson

a sinful simple thing

the depth of love

can be

insatiable

a

caged animal

pacing behind the

bars

the soul lies

vacantly awaiting

some

surprise

like

a

ustulate vagina

groaning

its' grievance

to the

hand

.

.

.

I wish a sinful simple thing

& stare awhile all over you

And plow these memories into dreams

& cultivate their seeds...

And fuck the breath all out of you

& linger low in quiet lies

And watch the moon fall out of view

& comfort in a new surrounding.

http://collectionpriveegallery.com/artwork/Michael_Wilkinson/MoonScape_I_TerraLuna.jpg

Eyes also...

Eyes

Open like

mouths

turn to

kiss

Touch like

tongues

long to

taste

Spread like

sounds

reach the

ear

Sting like

perfume

in the

 nose

.

 Anastasia Sushchenko (IMG). via models.com

Somethin' Special

I've been draggin' Summer around
in a body bag
lookin' for a place to
dump her sorry ass, that
sweaty bitch

I dressed up Autumn in pretty shoes,
pretty heavy cement ones
& threw her in the river
to admire the splash

I have Winter tied up in knots
in the corner of a room
somewhere over there
I think,
I forget

and here comes Spring
right around the corner
with that silly smile smilin'
thinkin' she's gonna change me

gonna work her magic

I've got somethin' special for her...

#9

She said the last time I left her she almost killed her cat...
Well, that little fur-ball's still alive & purring
so I guess
there's still a chance.

After that

" Tomorrow I'll be a river and... "
agghhh - fuck it!
I'm already sick of this poem

come here
let's kiss
like we were on acid
and our souls were primed for the
creation of new worlds

maybe then
or after that
I'll write something delicious

maybe then
from that kiss
I'll taste good words again.

AFP photo copyright Artem Furman, shutterstock.com

- bound

Bound by hand-cuffs

or string licorice

i promise

you have me either way.