Poems Of Any Length

[Queso]

I'm comin over

See me down at the station

By the lane

With my hands in my pocket

Jingling a wish coin

That I stole from a fountain

That was drowning all the cares in the world

When I get older

Climbin up on the back porch fence

Just to see the dogs runnin

With a ring and a question

And my shiverin voice is singing

Thru a crack in the window

 

I better go it alone

 

Down on the corner

See me standin

On a makeshift road

With the dust storm blowin

In a long black shadow

Pull a hammer from a coal mine

Down where your daddy was workin

Comb my hair back

Strike a match on a bathroom wall

Where my number was written

Drivin on the sidewalk

Lookin back and the sky is burning

In my rearview mirror

 

I better go it alone

 

beck - i better go it alone

[infamous]

How many good minds,

have been lost to man?

Because of selfish retoric,

tender souls desert their plan.

 

A thoughtless word,

to dethrone ones confidence.

They bolster their own ego,

and destroy those of dependence.

 

Shame on these vultures,

that feed on broken souls.

One day their cup will fill,

to also drink form these bowls.

[Turtle]

Nag Champa's thin line rises,

two feet straight,

before bursting into Julia Dreams.

Monks past with smoke now mixed.

Nag Champa's thin line rises.

[infamous]

Someday I'd like to know

if ever we were one.

That my mind was yours,

an understanding won.

 

Someday I dream to know,

that mankind will win,

a common vision for life

A new age begin.

[Queso]

stop lights ablaze as rain follows,

through aged haze of concrete washed appolo's.

and here i am,

feet in sand, or ten thousand quarries of a night-time shore band.

spent-time hidden where the lifeguard's used to watch.

 

 

the song makes that jazzy change, and you're high again.

i made my way towards the end

of what we thought the world.

we simply conquered, ceased, and

 

 

continue.

 

 

the streets prior warned us of a hurricane

yonder yet tangible, i never even thought:

thinking otherwise is of consistency

i thought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

dennis' arm stretched his white sleeve

against the

inklike

onyx

mezzo

horizon(tal line indicating where the sky begins)

HOLE

 

 

 

omnipresent animated elecricity mutters Lo Freq

lightning bolts devour all hopes of stars tonight.

coral-rain-vessel-clouds.

pretend they the shadows of shadows

and run for your life.

 

laugh at how menacing it is to know,

the algorithm rhythmic flow.

 

 

 

 

currently unnamed, i wrote it about the night i had tonight. pretty odd.

[infamous]

I peered out of the window as,

the Hurtz rolled down the street.

When suddenly I noticed,

a chill creep into my feet.

 

We drove that dusty old road,

that leads to the cemetery.

I stepped out onto the grass

and the casket began to carry.

 

There standing under that tent,

that gray old preacher man.

We sat that old casket down,

and preacher gave me his hand.

 

He began with an earnest prayer,

followed by a sermon that eve.

Many tears fell to the ground,

before it came time to leave.

 

I watched as all departed,

everyone to his own way.

And after standing there lonely,

witnessed the ending of the day.

 

I closed my eyes in sadness, for

I knew not whom they lay down.

When the knowledge suddenly hit me,

it was I they put in the ground.

[Queso]

p.s. i decided to name it "siesta key and st. armands evil"

 

the gulf raged with electricity last night, it was amazing.

[Turtle]

Some words just really don't make much sense when you really think about them for long.

Toe...Toe...

Other words too like wooplictic & geranderalisation & visit.

These words are ruined for me now ever since I really thought about them for long...too long.

These some words it is just the better not to think about or if you have to when whizzing, keep it brief.

Especially wooplictic; that's a stone cracker.

[Turtle]

I slipped in onto a cracked cool vinyl seat,

the old car alone sat weeks before; undriven.

 

It is the smell that transports me though,

jerked back scores of years; to Grandpa's car.

 

Up early...up early! Going to the farm with Grandpa!

Getting in that smelly old car on cool cracked vinyl seats,

beltless bouncing down dusty dirt through a sea of maize.

 

Then in a turn and stop and the only smell now is oil and earth,

racing for the windmill to dare who might climb and better see a sea.

Who better that than me on my cracked cool vinyl seat.

[Turtle]

So see that bitter better may

one's state to have uplifted,

and so too have the cynics' lot

considered bittered gifted.

[Queso]

song so lonely sung into the desert

but it's occurance

was

all,

into time and through space [my obsession with the dimensions]

and semantics and hi-lighters

criss crossing through the pages of this and that

 

UNIVERSE and hey look at that cool bass guitar

 

and

i'll get high and play with lighters

and

walk on bridges

and

think about the trees

and

feel the warmth of breeze

and

this is life

and

knowing this is why i stay, intertwined my mind is

with the worms that are crawling through simbas skull

 

yeah, that lions life was tragic

projected on a screen

a picture of motion

MOTION PICTURE

 

 

 

 

 

 

(equation) 6 billion humans all want the same thing(=)

6 billion bullets to the head

i'd laugh but i'd be dead once again

a place of non-place

 

THE BALANCE

the waves

the trite nutritional informational facts displayed in monotones on boxes

FOR EYES OR US?

the serving size for gnomes that smoke pipes

of the finest bonzai marijuana in all the land

i've seen them glide boots and language of confusion because my brain understands

the english language,

ojo

a little bit of spanish

[IrishEyes]

pictures taken down

paintings packed away

empty walls abound

echoes of yesterday

 

boxes packed and sealed

bags filled up with things

didn't know how i'd feel

when the silence rings

 

only house i knew

from the time i was a child

helping Grandma leave

didn't know it would be so wild

 

loading up the truck

saying our goodbyes

the place she's been so long

tears fall from my eyes

 

didn't know it would hurt

didn't think that i'd cry

didn't dream that i would hear

the silence in her eyes

 

 

for my Grams, who left her home of 33 years and started over in a whole new place.

What courage, Grams! You are my inspiration!!

[infamous]

pictures taken down

 

 

for my Grams, who left her home of 33 years and started over in a whole new place.

What courage, Grams! You are my inspiration!!

 

Beautiful thoughts;

 

Beautiful thoughts,

in memory life recalls.

Of sounds and smells, and

pictures on kicthen walls.

 

Of old wooden chairs,

and those who sat therein.

And smiles at Christmas,

from those who were givein.

 

Our loved ones in memory,

we hold fast this treasure.

For nothing in this life,

can give greater pleasure.

[Queso]

a lot of it makes me want to smoke crack but watching is knowing so disregard those signs it's 3am you can run that red light

you can be the moon

the sun

a moon

a sun

remove this focus

i'll hand you that

don't enter here without a hard hat

from my kinetics comes the sequenced push of buttons

ordering the individual show on one single symbol (whose identity is embedded chemically) to form these words your mind is now creating

retreat

from six hills east of the nile

standing naked on mosaic tile decoration: pineapples

pupils=thieves

of that color

MELTING LIKE A CANDLE from the fire in my hands

tomorrows blister and this weekends puss

my knee

reminds me

of an old mans head

white, vainy, and not a lot of hair

so i bit it

yes i bit my knee right before i stood up and put on a suit and a tie and walked down 5th avenue

this is not my preferred blend of java

i was intended for documents and biological file transfering

GIVE UP

GIVE UP

GIVE UP

three hundred degrees are you melting

are you melting yet?

you should at least be cooked

burned on the inside of that pocket you ****ing knee biter

so this is where the clouds subside?

where all dreams ride? their eternal tide?

excuse me but this looks like new zealand

ive been a moon

with a moon

and that moon had rings

around her eyes

like the skys way of promising snow

the answer is false number ninety six

put down that test and walk away

walk that way straight to that grave names never meaned so much

not even on a pair of shoes

those u.p.s blues

maybe tomorrow

can i wait one more day?

and please refrain from the tree that splits memoria enxioph

DONT STOP WHEN THEY CALL YOUR NAME

dont bother writing your self law

we tried it once [democracy]

[Queso]

let me remind you of the lorax,

and our rusted moon reigning sepia:

 

i've never seen a face so lonely,

the banyan roots unified and integrated with

the fungi,

the cacti,

the tenticles,

airwalking through the swarm.

 

BLINK, and let the waves

drift through

the ocean of eyes.

 

 

this unexpected sunrise

and now i see the wind.

 

 

we have something they want

we have something they need

i gave myself away

to the mosquitos

who stored my blood

for later

(maybe i like the itch, maybe this is symbiotic)

 

it started with an echo

an echo

and an echo.

 

 

let me remind you that we may need to grow gills to breathe in this liquid auratica

of symbiosis, and the automata spill of five senses

fingerpainting in an italian bistro

fighting off the boars atop the highest of trees

the warmest of breeze

a man on his knees

 

 

a brain slowly simmered by a mushroom

a moon slowly rusted by

HEAVEN

a smogscraper slowly humming light

CAST MY EXISTENCE

into this watched and weary night

 

an electric eel rubs up against the baby food mushed pea algae of a sunken pirate ship cursed with the greatest adventures we will never ever know

the eel goes blind

and leaves one sense behind

 

the star was pulsating light years away

and i am palpable

in this moment of mine

 

 

LOVE

IS

AN IMBALANCE OF CHEMICALS

 

LOVE

IS

A BALANCE OF CHEMICALS

[infamous]

The Age of Lawlessness,

 

Lawlessness awakens, vibrations of hate,

Creeping in silently to overtake,

Those of tenderness and kindness make,

Hopeless and fearfull for it's sake.

When will justice predicate,

This tyranny to shake,

And this lawlessness break??

 

Don't ask me to surrender!!

[IrishEyes]

There once was a girl in this forum

Who had not a smidge of decorum

Drank four bottles of beer

And then said "oh dear"

"I might be a bit tippsy, ho hum"