Writing
Here's a more experimental poem:
frozen lips's frozen lips
I soothe my greenspaces and all the river eats mountains;
I ripples my peoples and all is oozes again.
(I terminates I licks you up inside my telephone book.)
The elbows go feelsing out in melting and rainy,
That exorbitant lips worship in:
I plan my kisses and all the continents anger inner thighs.
I fished that you categorized me into pleasure
And pushed me unlived, strived me quite erotic.
(I terminates I licks you up inside my telephone book.)
introspection sashays from the mind, the self's past telephones:
ignores present and future's moments:
I plan my kisses and all the continents anger inner thighs.
I opened your locks the way you waltze,
But I slip dark and caress your turmoil.
(I terminates I licks you up inside my telephone book.)
I should have shifted apartment buildings instead;
At least when downtown cracks they pulse back again.
I plan my kisses and all the continents anger inner thighs.
(I terminates I licks you up inside my telephone book.)
Here are some poems I wrote a few months ago:
1.
If I forgive,
will you meet me on the edge of the abyss
Where I don’t own anything-especially not you-and help me peer over
Into the dark, warm eyes
Of your charms
Spent laughing all night long
Someone else
Is the panicked imaginings of my fears
Whose lips trace yours so lightly they stir your blood
Mine, I say, I hope, only mine
Yours, you say,
We both tremble
On the edge of what might be.
2.
Stirred
I arch myself up to your mouth
And believe the trace of your tongue
Writing os and as and exclamation points
All in draftsman’s calligraphy
crazy with desire I toss my head back and forth
Against the pillow
Erasing vague shapes of you and someone else under blankets
Whispering to each other
Blotting everything the now of your mouth
Eyes happy
you leave me at home to fix lunch and, unable to follow,
I desperate try to get into your e-mail
3.
But no, none of it happened
It is all me
All crazy imaginings,
neurotic, delusional,
random lines and angles
intersecting connections
an Etch a Sketch screen-ful
All ninety degrees, sharp,
piercing.
And I raise against the drive-in screen movie
Starring you and someone else
who remains nameless, sexless, faceless
But huge, monstrous,
One small postage stamp of faith in you
Block out the huge heads, huge deeds
By focusing on the one tiny square and holding it close to my eye
other eye closed.
Increase the image size in Photoshop until in fills the whole screen
Humming, it was just my imagination, wasn’t it,
Running away with me.
And here's a more recent one:
Forgive Me?
If I speak
In long flutes of
Cirrus clouds strung in gulf-streamed fingers
Along a sky so blue
Tender, wry, arpeggios
Just for you
If I blow
With my mouth
Setting the air in a column of motion
And sooth the vibrato of injury
that hangs in the air
long after
If I sing
in accompaniment
layer upon layer of voices
Choruses so thrilling
You can’t take your ear off them
A cloud of birds that expands and contracts
within
If I read
Your pain slowly like Braille
Memorize each jog and dash of feeling
Each pitch of agony
Every slog of depression
Wear them like old pajamas
Worry them inside out
Mantras of what I will never do
again
Then would you?
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