tangled in the asinine balm
of frivolous words that drip
from my chin as if I were just
a babbling blathering infant
there's no salve solution for
wounds that keep opening,
for silly scrawls of suffering
and lopsided lethargic loving
a yawn into the wind wiping
watery eyes stinging rub-red
and I laugh a little at the fool
I've become through the years
how many lessons unlearned
learning to fail better, best
bereft of a giddy up in my step
stopping just shy of quitting
(Image from facebook)
diamond-shine in the
early cut grass,
sparkles from the dew
sharp glare piercing
from the hood of my car,
a flash from the hubcap
rotting the apple's core,
heating the stink of carcass
along the side of the road
cozy on the turtle's shell,
sipped by the raven's beak
and thicker around the fish;
in between every shadow,
above and below
and around all sides
tan glow upon her chest,
softly to her cheek
and down to each leg
spying on your morning sex,
in a smile revealed before
the secret kiss goodbye
driving the beads of sweat,
exhaustion and anxiousness;
tragic in its own fortunate sky
(Settin Sun by Fran Rodriguez on inprnt.com)
invisible, pretty
spinning sweetheart-blades
will shred you nice and fine
go ahead
stick your tongue out
stick your heart out
and tempt your fate
blood like a Pollock painting
all around the room
drop to your missing knees
as the carved points of
both femurs jab into the floor
laughter in flanging stereo...
why dream when you can
stay awake and really suffer
Love dresses up as a mascot
to cheer you on from the corner,
becomes the janitor after hours
and what a good mess you've
made of yourself here
(Photo by kikujungboy on depositphotos.com)
the guy in the condo above me is pissing again. he flushes and I stare at the ceiling... then at the wall... following the sound as it descends. its not quite the trickling stream in the peaceful woods effect, but its pretty in its own pvc pipe behind drywall sort of way
I'm eating a post-workout meal of peanut butter, a banana and a protein shake. a live version of "Bulls On Parade" by RATM is now blaring in my headphones. I get goosebumps when Zack screams "What's up Los Angeles!" and the crowd goes completely fucking nuts. that's some good goddam energy right there
it was a gray day today, overcast and warm. yesterday it poured while I was at the post office. I helped a lady get to her car with my umbrella (after yelling at myself for walking by her like an asshole without asking). she held my left arm with both hands and said "thank you, god bless you." her husband in the van just nodded at me. my shirt got soaked on the right side but she stayed dry. my mail was all shit, pre-approved loan offers and bills
I need LASIK, every close word is a blur without glasses. I need hair dye, the grays are coming in. I need more masks. I need to get my car fixed. I need to write a poem tonight. I need to sleep better. does any poet or writer ever sleep well? I lie there trying to fall into the abyss but then some dumb-ass brilliant line comes into my head... and then what...? I'll tell you... the abyss disappears. a light is turned on. the bathroom light. I take a piss while sitting because I'm tired. I flush. I move to the couch and try to write.
it usually turns out to be trash. sometimes its ok.
(Image from mirrorsinner.tumblr.com)
thrillsong filling
late-night air
as contagion,
convergence
its R naught
incalculable
exponential, raw
undisguised
turned on
turned over
turning the sweet song
into a wild engagement
flooding the room
noxious, infested
joining the choir as the
chorus is repeating
(Image edited from theguardian.com)
I have these
invisible wishes
in cupped hands
integral parts
of the whole
that you can't see
a breath of doubt
steals one of the many
into the lungs
it diffuses into the
blood and circulates
like a knife
unable to break out
it reaches the heart
and adds to the killing
(Unknown source)
laughing at thoughts
and ridiculous scenarios,
pathetic a)muse(ment,
my own
I am turning down
the wrong avenue
in a millisecond mile
I was touching you
but then I wasn't as
my hand turned numb
he entered, I escaped
to the cliff, to the edge
where the night is freeflight
there is no below
only up, only away
how I beg for sanity, but
know I'll never recognize it
inside this tumbling box
every surface is a wall to climb
(Gif from wattpad.com)
soft caresses down your body
but not with hands, with words.
its how I've survived from this
aching distance, waiting for you
patiently, strolling this shoreline,
always so east of where you are
me beside you, an endless dream
I grasp precious time with every breath
waiting each day for your words
to reach my anxious eyes and ears
acutely aware, my yearning desires
so I send love letters, blow kisses your way
these cross country winds, how
they roll over the western mountains
and plow through the plains and
surge across the rivers, bringing you
here, into me. I inhale and fill myself
with absent but vital love and longing
beneath the heavens of stardust,
your eastern sunrise, my western sunset
through miles of mountains and plains,
a beautiful symphony emerges,
lingering inside my head, your voice.
I reach for it, preparing my approach
O love! kill this time and distance between
us. don't you hear me? I am screaming...
be here with me! embrace me wholeheartedly.
I rise like the daily sun from the Atlantic
with warmth to greet you, forever eager.
reach and I will grasp, never letting you go
you offer yourself, while I extend
my love, longing for your sun and star,
the need for closeness burning immensely.
heart of shell, strung across beating chest,
I carry east, replacing absence with
chance - a moment for love to blossom
{My words in regular font, Hers in italics}
{Letters written by Angie}
I think
the sun is crooked...
and the moon,
what happened to the moon
I blink, shake my head
rub my eyes...
its all the same
and now dizziness sets in
digression; mutation;
a flower like a closed fist
blooms forth,
unhappy becomes happiness
- morphological derivation
is that all it takes,
adding a new affix to
the base word
a forceful resetting,
looking at the charts
to plot a new course
I raise my hand
to straighten out the sun...
and the moon,
there you are again my friend
(Corpus, photo by Louis Blanc on joeinct.tumblr.com)
Isabel...
I am lost
it was a delicate day
when I last sat before you
in praise of your ease
and beauty
my troubles then
laid thick upon my spine,
my hurt had gathered
heavy in my heart
I had one direction
and the end was set into
Time's forward march,
there would be no undoing
but wayward travels
led me to your gardens
and I found myself there
where poets dream of
dreaming
you moved me...
I was calm, I was focused
and clarity began to thrive,
you saved me from myself.
the years have gone by,
I am troubled once again
now mired with uncertainty
and the fragile heart of
love
you are nowhere near,
so I return to you in a
memory as lucid and true
as the day I sat before you
I look upon you
gazing at the flowers in
your garden, so peaceful
so content... and again its
you that moves me
I seek once more
the calmness, the focus
the clarity you can provide
with such ease, such beauty
I am lost Isabel...
the heart that exists in this
aching love is so fragile...
these are such delicate
days
("Isabel" by Betty Branch at Brookgreen Gardens)
"over there is the spot
where the flies have amassed
around the stench of skin
hanging from the fence
most who have tried
to escape from themselves
got caught on the barbs
before leaving"
he rocks in his chair
fingers tapping the armrest
eyes scanning the twisted
wire, everyday assessing
"I won't be sitting here much
longer. no, I will find the rare
opening. sure enough, I will
find it"
he rocks in his chair
fingers tapping the armrest
hopes drooling from the corners
of his mouth as he mumbles
(Image from istockphoto.com)
... so I just left,
drunk already
and empty
packed up the necessities
bought a fresh green bottle
grabbed the turnpike ticket
and drove
made it to Jacksonville by
the first light of sunrise
thinking of everything
thinking of nothing
walked on the beach
sat down in the sand
stared at the seagulls
under the soft pink sky
morning mellow susurrations
erased the complications
with a tear
I smiled
got back into the car
and kept driving...
