/ forgetful regretful a mindful path of multi-storied v e r s e s / searching for liminal s p a c e s observing those pondering f a c e s * . . . o p p o n e n t s aware contenders— beware of those doubtful intentions unspoken d i s s e n t i o n s . . . sketched on damp paper— and never aired * / forgetful regretful a mindful path of multi-storied v e r s e s / searching for liminal s p a c e s fierce like assonant traces you can now view— though I n e v e r b a r e d
Tag: space
gravity
rarity gravity willowy s i g t h s sensing the fears that pierce through your body mind soul and thy h e a r t * rarity gravity magical n i g t h s drying these tears all sensing the fears that pierce through the body mind soul and my h e a r t * rarity gravity subdued star l i g h t tearful, silent, day-dreaming we stumble on willowy s i g h t s * drunk with wild wonders day-dreaming we tumble, we write, dream, still, humble, f l o a t , w e i g h t l e s s , t o n i g h t
sweet dreams
shake things up shake things down shape things wild a n d b o x t h e m i n right or wrong it’s all t h e y ’ v e b e e n * they’ve seen g r e y they’ve seen b l a c k , demure shades— a field of d r e a m s right or wrong it’s all t h e y ’ v e s e e n * now, and then, been... ...and seen, tonight, grey worlds, be come s w e e t d r e a m s
tambourine
D r D u r m u m , little women's army splatter walls— dressed in war face p a i n t magic hands can turn out wonders, now they're sleeping— shan't be awoken y e t close the shutters, no light streaming— they deserve a darkened dreaming b e d D r D u r m u m , little women's army— splatter walls dressed in war face p a i n t
mind dust
dissuading fears like there’s no t o m o r r o w assuaging nuages— those dreams u n f o l d contorting smiles unseen to t d h a g y i l there’s no room left for dreams of O L G D
dark smoke verse
Smoking French poetry whore cigarettes o n e, a f t e r t h e o t h e r i wet my lips, i puff— frail particles of d i f f u s e d s m o k e S d u n m e r u r o i bat my eyelids, i stare away. and puff— o n e a f t e r t h e o t h e r still no words, yet i perceive some d a r k v e r s e s m o k e has subtly embraced — p o s s e s s e d — my f e a t h e r e d d r e a m s and, while i type a widowed v e r s e — for a poem i may have dreamed— but will never, in ink, b i r t h smoking French poetry whore cigarettes o n e, a f t e r t h e o t h e r a drunken song waltzes around i n m y h e a d “they’re not good for you. he’s not good for you. stop wasting y o u r b r e a t h a w a y remember— smoking ain’t good for the l i v i n g .” i n h a l e. e x h a l e. s m o k i n g o n e , a f t e r t h e o t h e r a subtly s o o t h i n g d a r k , s m o k e d v e r s e e s m e m e b c r a
crimson waves
S i S l o e u n n t d S r d Y o W S W a e v C r i m s o n B l u e S T h o s E W i c k e D W o n d e r S
burgundy nights
wording wondrous wreckage imagining feasts of rhyme and lusting after verse-full fancy ty p i ng t h e e n n u i a w a y through burgundy written stanzas as the drama Queen she wasn’t meant to be . . . y e t — s h e ' d b e c o m e . . . and then she closed her eyes p r e t e n d i n g n o t h i n g h a d e v e r h a p p e n e d
H e r o i n e
You hit me / Immense high / Dried ginger clouds Mischievously Embrace me / While I float away I n g o d l y S o u n d s c a p e / I start Sliding down To viscous darkness / Engulfing me / U n a w a r e / Faintly blurring away Y o u r t r u e E x i s t e n c e / Hopelessly I hit The ground / And dive into The murkiest Depths I ’ v e e v e r I n h a b i t e d / Junkie dwarfs Deftly conceal Your Exit plan / To my blankly S i l e n t E y e s / I’m certain You will Never Say Sorry / For those games Y o u P l a y e d / You were Pure Heroine / And into That gutter / I do not want / Again / T o fall / W i l l i n g l y / One last Poetic killer Card You hide / As again / Y o u h i t m e V e r s e - l e s s l y / You A r e n o w G o n e / I / A m n o w G o n e / B o t h b u t f a i n t S m o k e / Of w h a t W e O n c e W e r e/ W h a t C o u l d / H a v e / B e e n / / I Am Ever So / Sorry / F o r O u r L o s s / / / P.S. I resurrected / That is The epilogue Your literary eyes Will Never G e t t o R e a d / So / As I start Combatively Writing M y O w n H i s t o r y / I stop Mourning Us / And Become / T h e h e r o i n e i n m y o w n S t o r y / I n s t e a d
sea breeze
the chapters we stopped writing, subtly smeared like a B r e e z e the words we never uttered, all forgotten like a B r e e z e crushed ice, some bitter grapefruit, drowned with vodka like a B r e e z e enjoy the subtle solace of those berries like a B r e e z e breathe on an empty stomach of love poems like a B r e e z e love with a puzzled mind, ruby caresses like a B r e e z e a new unwritten chapter unpublished opus— w r i t t e n B r e e z e gone --- with the s e a B r e e z e . . . fun thing is, it wasn't e v e n a c o c k t a i l N I G H T