Poetry Blog by elPintor
mothers aren't always kind--
they're sometimes passive-aggressive oppressors
thrusting tiny pin-pricks right into the quick
with precision and calculated malign...
trust me, mother knows
just the spot to best get to you
to fold you down
just like a carry-along
Saturday 10th November 2018 1:27 am
splits us into deconstructed
scars of absence
become calling cards
for Natives awakened from dreams speaking dead languages
--we often recognize who we are
by what we remain without...
Monday 5th November 2018 2:10 am
..set it off like a funeral pyre,
intoxicated on ether like fumes of gasoline
--I heard it said
that's what to do
once it's done
until it's dead...
and everyday, still,
I watch as you arrive back home
clutching a brown paper sack
before an opened door
the blinding bright specter
inside, of life left behind
standing momentarily picturesqu...
Saturday 20th October 2018 3:14 am
forget this day
bathe it fretlessly in moonlight's subtle shades
of black and white
until the morning no longer remembers
the hole in the dark it pierced
into the day before
Sunday 14th October 2018 2:40 am
blow me a kiss
as we converge...
cancelling all earth's gravity,
all that touches me is the wave
of your body falling ever closer to mine,
forever separated by infinitely smaller increments
of universal space and time.
Saturday 13th October 2018 12:55 am
return to that place? I'll return only
to find what was once lost and
to fix this broken part of me
--that which was broken
to make what never was and
to pull down shade screens formed
to blind the penitent to newly ordered crimes--
and to forever fix this rift between the fixers and I.
Tuesday 9th October 2018 2:11 am
the fruit of youth and foolishness is exceedingly bitter...
through cloudbursts and sunspots
come endless interruptions of capacity--
I would say they are not my doing
because I dared never to play god
yet I've come to believe I somehow planted
the seeds of their beginnings
while helplessly meting the wages of my labors
to the Fates before whom even the gods become even...
Sunday 7th October 2018 2:50 am
To The IED Once Strapped Outside My Chest,
I am still wrapped around
and bound to you in flesh
and the shrapnel you set free
is now, in effect, only pieces of me
unwound in multiplicity to clothe the four winds
in cipher and logic dressed down as zeros and ones.
Wednesday 3rd October 2018 11:50 pm
..learning to feed on freedom from so much friction again,
I can feel everything starting to slip away already--
I begin to remember that
the first step toward independence
from the mother planet is the hardest
because I've done this before
because even this whiff of moondust is becoming familiar
because, in perspective, this is only really another small step for man...
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 12:37 am
I never meant when I came here
for my feet to be set into concrete--
I hope that you will soon come to understand what that means.
I hope that you will be always aware that
when you come to what seems an end
the higher man within your heart demands you
muster whatever means of change you can
to move the world as it sits upon your shoulders
if only to find the relief of a sh...
Friday 28th September 2018 1:29 am
During a few days of every year,
the grounds of certain rural agricultural lands
are fertilized with pig manure which, in turn,
fills the air with an ungodly stench
but to which swarms of flies are drawn.
The shit is cheap because
there's no shortage of demand for pork
and the pigs are cheap because they can subsist
on damn near anything organic,
Friday 21st September 2018 12:22 am
In the quiet I listen to some
whispered words you've spoke
and some you never have--
it's like putting my ear to a conch
and hearing all the silence we protect
being lifted from concealment by a noisy sea.
Wednesday 29th August 2018 11:51 am
In daylight, the changing topography
of the plane remains undisclosed
by the spreading smog and mist
and the vacuous diversions of networks
and people, like marching ants performing
but under cover of night,
lighted cynosure like neural explosions glow
revealing myriad isolated battles
that rage amber and red against the shadows...
Friday 24th August 2018 11:20 pm
(immediacy imminence and urgency) the currency of infraction
is a purchaser of sharpened teeth
and a tongue that should, by now, be relieved
of all extraneous niceties...
Forgive me, because I know you know the lies
and strong truths and distillations that
we forsake through the unspoken understanding
that tastes so much like sugary unpalatable placation
Tuesday 21st August 2018 12:32 pm
Like pitied ships
we are afloat in perilous breaking waters
of which not one of us will see the coast
while silence lays heavy on the land
like a dead man's cloak...
Some few cry through to us like beacons
to forbid the wake of further disaster--
and, truly, no ship does shore to rock
for fear of fading light's travail;
Some strong of us will fail for silence...
Thursday 16th August 2018 12:51 am
You bring words, like light
then open your mouth to the dark--
I see sounds at midnight
like synaesthetic flashes
wash the vanished world in color...
swimming against the encircling black,
my vision becomes ultraviolet blue.
Sunday 12th August 2018 7:46 pm
I am the orphaned girl-child
hiding inside the stone-scarred earth
that trembles like disaster
at my mother's howling
because peace in my father's house
has been traded for Jesus and
a people who kill for greed and pleasure...
I am the Sword of Damocles--
yes, now, I am the rite
and the passage from night to dawn.
Wednesday 8th August 2018 2:07 am
"You know, Abi, Honey, you've always been so intense--maybe you should try being more friendly and open to meeting new people."
Despite my best efforts to deny that her comments have any effect on me, I can already feel myself regressing, suppressing the urge to flick a pea across the table as she turns to my father while he's offering a critique on the baked chicken breast.
"Mom, do you thi...
Sunday 5th August 2018 2:35 am
Persephone, darling child
do not embrace the cold
as though it were your only home--
do not allow the earth to swallow
the burgeoning seed that dwells sleeping.
Winter is run amok and the suckling
is dying, unidentifiable
like food for jackals.
But, surely, Revolution will not forever prevent
the turn of another Age for the sake
of forbearance and lovin...
Saturday 4th August 2018 1:21 am
Japanese Elvis Impersonators
Who Never Knew The King Wore
Blue Suede Shoes
City Cops Telling Us
To Keep Our Heads Down
There's Nothing Here To See
And Drug Mules Once Traveling
Now Dressed For Death
In Zippered Black Plastic Bags
All Briefly Open Our Eyes To What Once
We Were Blind...
Thru Busy NYC Traffic
We Drifted Sleepily
As The Bremen Town
Musicians Came To Us Sing...
Thursday 2nd August 2018 2:41 am
Even through stillness
like a wall between us
I felt the rhythmic
heaving of your body,
and like my first born
I knew your cry...
How many sounds
from the crying child?
I counted five:
and one I had yet to come to know...
Saturday 23rd June 2018 1:02 am
Like loneliness and
these fingerless gloves
that protect what I feel
from the cold,
and the single earring piercing
thin, once overgrown skin--
it's only a hole newly re-opened
by the marriage of old
with new money
an unholy matrimony
cheap and undersold.
Friday 15th June 2018 3:21 am
let's say goodnight
'cause that's all there is...
we aimlessly piss love away
in sweeping floods
and all the words we speak
burst like empty bubbles
all we know of one another
are the living pieces carried helpless within the ether
to their final destinations
somewhere between oblivion and infamy...
Thursday 14th June 2018 1:14 am
my cotton skirt damp in the dew on the grass
watching the sun rise
remembering the shape of you
remembering my fingertips grazing
the cool of your skin
and remembered the days before I knew the
weight of your tears
slipping forward along with the horizon.
Saturday 2nd June 2018 11:37 pm
I am blowing kisses to the wind
because my love has filled his pockets
with pennies from strangers and Death...
No longer does morning greet me,
but only turns a lonesome cheek that knows
neither my lips' whispers nor surprise
and prepares the daylight for a knife
warmed to cut by the fury of desire
and whet by the tears of its shame.
Saturday 2nd June 2018 3:05 am
An angel skidding in
between outstretched wings
drags behind his fantail
and sparks the flames--
the air is sheared and feet
dig deep into the turning earth
to send forth tremors
and stir from sleep
both the restless
and the peaceful...
We know these things:
there are N many revolutions
in the latest satellite year
and Z is the m...
Wednesday 30th May 2018 1:01 am
Just a single ray
breaks through the
and the secret fear
again creeps in
and says it may soon
stop raining in your head--
stop this ceaseless erasure
and dig yourself in
so that the drowning shoots
may soon emerge...
or find yourself new old ground
on which to begin
Tuesday 22nd May 2018 12:21 pm
pulse and thrum
with a silent song
of spilled blood
and for this
I have felt the lion
tear at my womb--
the animal seeks escape
from the solemn fires raging
for Nanking and Wounded Knee
and for the final pleas
of Polish children mouthing "Mama",
a stab in their hearts from nurses
of a covetous foreign tongue...
Tuesday 15th May 2018 1:55 am
I know what awaits
the homecoming of a heart
turned almost to dust
by the desert sun…
laid bare by need
reflecting the light of silence
prepared for the cannibal feast
forsaking the emptiness of the word
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, O WANDERER
the cup of my tears
TASTE THE SALT AND SEASON US BY YOUR...
Sunday 6th May 2018 2:29 am
I want to be
the work at home voyeur
I want to pilfer through your things
while you tell me what they mean
I want to hear the inflection in your tone
as you tell me why I picked them and why I should leave them alone
and I want to watch the look on your face
as I refuse to replace the refuge I've taken from you
from far away
Tuesday 1st May 2018 12:49 am
incongruent and awkward
always fit well, one with the other
but each make beggars choosers
in this ridiculous world that hides
inside the disguise of normality--
in this world, the jester is made king
and, though supplicants
only sing his song in mock
he remains fixed and frozen
to the throne waiting
for what might be sung next.
Wednesday 25th April 2018 11:29 pm
having sprung forth in relative dark
the yearling becomes entangled
with obstacles to the light--
seeking shadows as if they were doors,
misshapen and scrape-scarred limbs
continue to rake all manner of rock and thorn
only to trace negatives of the sun.
Tuesday 24th April 2018 1:13 am
some plot unforeseen
has left them hanging--
breathless at the peripety
but choking by the open-ending,
they regret they could not
properly assess their footing
before the rope
seized their rubbernecks.
Monday 23rd April 2018 1:55 am
floating far away escaping
the safety of gravity
no lines drawn upon
my landscape I'm forsaking
the frames of division
yet time has already
pricked its scribbles its
tattoos into my skin
the imprint stamped
within is the anchor
the tie that keeps me tethered
like an aimless wanderer ejected
to this lonesome place
Sunday 22nd April 2018 1:11 am
not feeling like the end is near--
i miss the fearlessness
and the lust for living
i miss a life with no excuses.
i miss not drinking myself to sleep
and sleeping without dreaming.
i miss the feeling in my fingers
since I threw my fist
through the window pane...
most of all, i miss the feeling that loneliness won't kill me
and the ...
Thursday 12th April 2018 11:00 pm
lethargy and oblivion swallow word and thought
and abate to futility all intention and undertaking
arresting the form into a state of abeyance--
Atlas yet upholds the weight of the heavens
and serfs of the tzar are still hauling the mud
from the swamps of Saint Petersburg
load by load, within their tattered shirts,
but the gravity of the world is still ever...
Friday 6th April 2018 11:30 pm
there is industry more than art
stamped into my veins
and ardor more than ladylike malaise
that forgives the feminine spark
her lonesome flame--
because my intensity rarely agrees
with gender identity
my rough hands manage to shake free
my world of all pretense
and falsehood of natural propensity.
Sunday 1st April 2018 1:12 am