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Lucid, abusive
Tongue in cheek divine
Stupid, elusive
Lost soul of mine
A snap of orchestral fingers to summon the suave illustrator
Mohawk punks and minions to smash the limp masturbator
Loveless, acquiesce
Arpeggio flutter ripples
Convalesce, Fancy dress
Breasts with perky nipples
One or two drinks, make it three then five
Keeping the blood warm and love alive
Visceral, peripheral
Dark raven hair
Liberal, scriptural
I couldn’t even care.
I adored her all, her everything, her gleaming demeanor
The subtle wink of her eyes, the glow; even greener
Exotica, ex machina
Street amazon of desert glass sand
No drama, rural karma
Flesh sweating like the heat of Sudan
Dead singers like Cole and Morrison sing of paper moons and Crystal Ships
The mixed CD segues to U2, Pulp, and then The Flaming Lips.
"Nightingale", minor scale
The saxophonist played under the street lamp outside
Folktale female
“Another drink?” she abides, two glasses and wine supplied
On her balcony we watched and listened, to the call of urban passion
The wordless music we adored, a testament to our mutual attraction.
Tongue in cheek divine
Stupid, elusive
Lost soul of mine
A snap of orchestral fingers to summon the suave illustrator
Mohawk punks and minions to smash the limp masturbator
Loveless, acquiesce
Arpeggio flutter ripples
Convalesce, Fancy dress
Breasts with perky nipples
One or two drinks, make it three then five
Keeping the blood warm and love alive
Visceral, peripheral
Dark raven hair
Liberal, scriptural
I couldn’t even care.
I adored her all, her everything, her gleaming demeanor
The subtle wink of her eyes, the glow; even greener
Exotica, ex machina
Street amazon of desert glass sand
No drama, rural karma
Flesh sweating like the heat of Sudan
Dead singers like Cole and Morrison sing of paper moons and Crystal Ships
The mixed CD segues to U2, Pulp, and then The Flaming Lips.
"Nightingale", minor scale
The saxophonist played under the street lamp outside
Folktale female
“Another drink?” she abides, two glasses and wine supplied
On her balcony we watched and listened, to the call of urban passion
The wordless music we adored, a testament to our mutual attraction.
Literature
Gathering Moss
We all roll down hill once and a while, and by chance do we gather moss.
From green lips comes the kiss of vegetation
passionately burning from sun leafs
yet unforgiving as poison oak
Fingers rooting from soil crooked looking for water
as dew falls towards the sky
and they suffer thirsty
Stones un-bleeding
As cold as stone, buried deep like coal, everyone of us have roles.
But I find myself rolling and tossed
We once and a while are rocks gathering moss.
Literature
Death Wears White
Death wears white, to remind him of life,
his horse-head scythe, gleaming so bright,
in sunken skull eyes, in most dreaded of night.
When death shook brittle bones, with life's riddle soul
Death made clear, without he, life wouldn't be there.
Life made more clear.
When first life breath spoke.
When first heart woke.
Death was born, and in wait, for only life determines fate.
What ever grim reaps and takes,
life remakes.
Life creates.
I life, can make when I am willed,
you death hold an hourglass, permission to kill.
Before time was tilled, I was first.
To give.
To breath.
To love.
To give birth.
You will never understand death, until
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Downpour
To be ignored, is like a downpour,
where even the raindrops refuse to hit you.
Rain overflowing the gutters in these dirty veins,
as yellow sneakers drag street lines into the cracked pavement.
Hansle and Gretel crums,
a simple reminder of where I house my pain.
If only my lashes had length enough, to hide tears,
but i'm afraid the only growing lashes are from the whip I taste daily.
Downpours come and go in life.
Don't seek shelter under a weathered umbrella,
if the rain wont get you the wind surly will.
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There's a deep sorrowful place in my heart for the night roamers of life. Especially in cities and places where it's common to see the struggling and insomniac writer huddled in a corner of a diner. To see late shift waitresses and artists loiter along the layered asphalt and bars. There is always much to be experienced and learned from this world. Amazing how the day calls for a different set of people; unique with jobs and rural families while the night was there to accompany the individuals who desire something more.
This was influenced by that idiom of living. Also, it can be a derivative of the film of the same name, "After Hours" by Martin Scorsese (1985)
Other such experiences would be Films like "The Addiction", "Bad Lieutenant", "Dark City", "Blade Runner", "Mulholland Dr", "Metropolis", "Chinatown", "American Psycho", "Fight Club", "Choke" , "Shame" and many more.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy. Tell me what you think if you have the time.
This was influenced by that idiom of living. Also, it can be a derivative of the film of the same name, "After Hours" by Martin Scorsese (1985)
Other such experiences would be Films like "The Addiction", "Bad Lieutenant", "Dark City", "Blade Runner", "Mulholland Dr", "Metropolis", "Chinatown", "American Psycho", "Fight Club", "Choke" , "Shame" and many more.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy. Tell me what you think if you have the time.
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This is gotta be in my top 10 list of all time favorite poems. So wonderful, I love the word choice and the way the words sort of flow. Amazing IMO.