Poetry Blogs (experimental)
Once you had your images.
Cardiac tamed by the smile
behind the name.
Secrets that you’ve
to your later
You are my pen
after the punishment.
Once you had your heart,
But it came out garbled.
Saturday 16th June 2012 4:58 pm
Remember to Float
They asked me why I do not fly,
I told them it’s not that I don’t know how too,
I just need to be closer to the earth right now.
They asked me why I do not close my eyes
I told them it’s because I see so much better when they are open
They asked me how I move so quickly
I tell them that I am pure electricity
It’s important to never get too close
Never stand in a puddle and grab on to ...
Wednesday 2nd May 2012 10:47 pm
Bring me someone new fast
Bring me someone who is fast
and maybe together we can fall
through these sleepless nights
like stars that burn out,
we will slip awkward, as we dip
fluttering like ash
we will darken the summer sky
filling it with heavy grays and whites
We will become a flash of tumbling embers,
just built to spi...
Monday 26th March 2012 12:13 am
I am surprised to hear my voice
so bold and sure of it’s self
as if it weren’t my own
and for a second there
I have to wonder.
I listen again,
There is a distant sound
of harmony and balance,
they are bleeding together
the masculine with the feminine
It is a song...
Wednesday 21st March 2012 5:56 pm
Post Card Perfect
It was New Years Eve
when you dipped me.
You leaned in for a kiss.
I should have known then that eventually you'd drop me.
the snow fell all around
a sailor and a nurse.
After the war had ended,
she stopped bandaging his wounds,
he bellied up to a bar
the photographed just faded away.
Wednesday 7th March 2012 8:50 am
Just so You Know
The day you left,
it rained for three fucking days
you still wouldn't wash away.
So I prayed out loud to the girls
with more grass
than that green grass
that we used to make love in.
I waited there sea sick,
in sea of emerald green
swaying back and forth
all around me.
Just then, the air picked up,
making the wheat fields arch
Wednesday 7th March 2012 8:35 am
Girls are like tiny diamonds,
as they slip through your hand
Boys are like plasma
dripping back to the sea
Like metal they rust
You can smell them both erode
They tell me it’s the salt in the water
that makes them both corrode
Thursday 1st March 2012 5:12 am
I am an underwater creature
much faster than yourself
I am smoothed out
by the waves
your words a thousand dull lead sinkers around my neck
I can not hear you here
Here, I belong to no one,
not even myself
In fact, I do not exist
There is tranquility in nothingness,
no need for oxygen
Thursday 23rd February 2012 6:13 am
I loved you once.
Really, I did.
It was a sweet candied apple, kind of love
a legs wide open, love
a love that knew each and every one of my secrets.
Do you remember the night
that I wrote testaments across your body?
You a moonlite canvas pale as washed wool.
I dreamt mad ...
Thursday 23rd February 2012 5:50 am
Thursday 23rd February 2012 2:44 am
Be my sugar
Monday 20th February 2012 7:38 am
Sometimes I change my mind,
Monday 20th February 2012 7:28 am
Crystals cover the ground
They sky is covered in clouds
They say that white is the color of absence
Just like the caterpillars in the spring,
eating all the pretty leaves,
you in a swift second
stealing all the color from the sky.
Gorging yourself o...
Sunday 19th February 2012 8:42 pm
and let me rise.
Or each glance I throw
will burn through you
like grapefruit acid
spit in both eyes.
I can no longer take the heat,
I am dissipating like the clouds that form each morning
above the Willamette River.
Each morning they are torn apart
and left to there own foolishness.
Soon I too will be an apparition
and you will be pawing at the early winter sky
with all your kitten love.
By the w...
Saturday 18th February 2012 3:39 am
Breakfast is moving to Salford.
The giant polar bear will melt
in about five days. The landlord
has a firm, settled intention:
by night he dons all the sequins
and feathers, trawling hotspots,
on patrol. No deposit, ever.
What early trauma ...? Emergency lights:
cowering under a stool in the kitchen.
(Actona Dodgem Bar Stool on chrome base).
Did she ...
Sunday 3rd April 2011 10:48 pm
for Conscientious Objectors’ Day
‘Ez for war I calls it murder
put under close arrest entered
this place for the word No
is a long sentence six months
hard labour dark as the night
that covers me Did not wear khaki
until forced refusing to be made
into a soldier dragged to the French
coast to make example of Owe
no man anything ente...
Sunday 24th October 2010 4:21 pm
completely horse a mounted officer
by the home of the beer and burger
POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS
cordoned sun and church bells
me officer I was at home
with a nice little anecdote
and a Cabernet Sauvignon
about growing up
‘can you prove that
let’s get bungalowed
Thursday 21st October 2010 2:39 pm