Archived Po-ems

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Act Deux - July 5, 2010


was laying
gazing at the ceiling
alienated by her feelings

she was wading
in her own libation
for me
to be frustrating

laid my arm across her chest
she said I could never be her mess

but today, i'll stay
a little longer
for the two
act deux
on me and you

she cast her shadow
molding stillframes in the window
I said she'd never be a star

castrated a vein in my ear
so  I wouldn't hear

we gave our heads
to each other
and clamoured
our violence together

but today i'll stay a little longer
for two
act deux
on me and you

yes, you want bombs
from the heart
I take daggers
and postulate

you fritter away at time
I see it subtle in other ways

but today i'll stay
a little longer
for the two
act deux
on me and you


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What's in there - July 16, 2010


people in the flesh
under the flesh
their insides
forms it takes

filled with butterflies
they imagine
others
wispy and cocooned

organs
beating
pumping
purple
ceaseless life forcing

bones
I doubt anyone is filled with bones

a privilege to plunge
beneath that flesh
just for a time
sensing a different pulse
balancing an alternate rhythm

maybe being inside a literal mind
would finally force me
to a chamber in the madhouse
oozing with fluid lucidity

still
i long
to know what's in that head of yours
and
what miles of space lie reticent in your optical illusions


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in exchange for trade - July 26, 2010


Annunciation and made up words
Flux capacitors and Captain Kirk
Flip this, slide that

Magnetic fields everywhere.

Peak of illusions and pink underwear
Glossy covers and the Hilton, Brothers, no Sisters
whatever
Wash this, powder that

Oprah Winfrey ate a cat

Bewitching eyes filled with 'scara
Lying words be sought with grandeur
I'll pay you for this
you pay me for that

But yours costs more

If we gave up green and false prefaces for exchange
we'd incline
rapid ascension in dire for a skilll

Why skill when there's calculators to tally up the deal
It's fine
Play hangman with my assets
I don't mind

Blankets wool, no spandex
Sheaths, no wait, those are glasses

and for some an alarm clock
steady waiting
by and by the bed

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Clue or Rubik's Cube - August 28, 2010


If I wrote a song right now
it would sound like you
watching, anticipating, responding
date and time stamping
each move
with the right cue.

Not a clue
or a rubik's cube
a clear
most obvious
sign

Red Light
Yellow Light
ready............
Green
Go!

Your eyes should look more tired
but they shine
with all that bright blue hue
what can I say
I watch you too

What if nobody's giving the clues?

Nothing.
Nothing happens.

Like the song I'm not writing
about you
watching, waiting
responses from cues
anticipated.

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Just a little bit 30 - September 20, 2010


Suffered some hard blows in my late 20's
as the hardness of time asked for my hands authentication
I failed to open the door
though the hand offered was mine
Little at a time
bravado gets beaten down
mirrors have greater clarity
the once adorable face
shows impending doom of wrinkling
skin oddities and knee aches

The mud beneath your feet solidifying
humble pie tastes sweet and salty
as the faulty of human frails beckons you into unity with the rest
the once burning ego undressed on the world stage for view
and afterwards
it's still just you
more sure in foot
humane and moving onward
this is nothing but a beginning
but it sure is 30.

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Little Crustaceans - January 26, 2011


You're like a pool of saliva waiting to drool
after several shots of novacaine
I see you there
the way you dissect us all
hiding not in friendly demure
just waiting
responding
when prompted
your socially acceptable standard

It's like your de-veining shrimp
tearing the spines from our backs
except most of them are dead
so they'd never notice

but I, yes, I sir am alive
and every tear upon that coarse vein in my spine
prompts a vile nerve ending response
which with any luck
will back lash
in whipping fashion
as forcibly as your intrusion

for you are me
and I am you
staring back
with a shredded spine
waiting
for the expected
socially acceptable response

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Prattlings - August 17, 2011


If I had to say something
I'd say the veins in my embarrassment have finally been cauterized.
I'd prattle on about their endings
how they wrapped their slender hands around my neck and feet time and time again.
I'd say that living in this shell makes my ghost shudder
and only its dreaded acceptance finally lit the torch
which lead to the cauterization

It sounds morbid
but
it's really lucid
more of a mutual agreement between perfect and imperfect
facilitated behind the scenes
and suddenly
you can laugh at the audience laughing at you
and know they've been laughed at too.

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Fictitious Mind Matter - August 17, 2011


Just leave it alone

in the flesh my face would contort, twist and disappoint
odd tantrumesque looks would mock our lips
and cheeks

maybe...

could we wrap it in a silken silver screen
lacey robes dropping a foot
a bottle of red for me
a fist full of green for you
to set the mood
legs would wrap
faces could act
and afterwards
a 3 fingered slap

angry from elixirs lapse
I'd button my shirt
walking out the door
shoes in hand
leaving the screen open

but if mind passed over matter
maybe next time
we'd do it again
anyway

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Curtains - December 17, 2011


There's only time
your minds paradigm
I love you free
and prisoned
you'll see neither of me at your glass windowed phone

Fly by and see to it my eyes curtains are closed when you go

I'll watch with destitution at the way side
A water colored scene glossing the wretched sour from the hours
Dragging saddened feet below ground
where soggy roots stuff and twist
in territory, no scorn

Dearest one fly by and see to it my eyes curtains are closed
so your cold lacking morose can fill the slot between the screen and the door

Keep your tired visions to yourself
you always have
m'dear your painted mind is not alive
it's endless a foggy forest where wild beasts starve

So, when you leave again my love
make sure the curtains
to your eyes are closed.