Astute

Astute with no clue mind over manners
round face dark lace
With brown eyes long limping through a date
I make too much now to really keep exposing
I grew up seeing explosions mostly motion dreaded erosion
Sucked nitrogen slipped cycling
miming sorry hunched gestures
Expressionless and Mensa stints opera house fair warning negligence
Epi pens and estrogen pouring rain over severances braided necklaces
Jewelry to tom foolery town hoonigan it's me your using again
Lentils and icicles soap box pornography through tv screens hypocrisy
Lots to see channel surf the buttoned up flannel serf
to move a week for the meek
to see the rings of Saturn from a church
the most utopian blades shattered seams
The bedside beams the way it feels to be unseen
put faith in a fever dream
Sheen the same glare as the sunglasses reflection
reflexes to counter the oblique corner stores highway messes.
Cheap paper and flinging plastic bags
All that's left is all I had stroke a smoke to see the stars
simple folk feel it hard
Spar with the subpar the real pop shoulders in place
hang till you flop.
See the scene obviously hunkered down serene
anchored to the sea weed
Rope hardly holds a memoir
flares just to impose a squinting stare
Down a flight of carpeted stairs tip toe barefoot sipping through a straw
Hinting at the fact that Camus is never coming back

The Sand Falls

I watched the earths ground shake
Kindly deserved lurking livid
find anomalies in the still living
Bones finishing new homes weightlessness new bodies
gravity No matter the angle the loose change dangle the news left tangled
Web of lies felt like life furnished just pieced together
what else would be my purpose
The service the provider the nourishment minced with the supplier
Inventory a sack of bones brittle idle my ideology
honest with waves of apologies
I just want to fix it mill it over till I'm missing the meaning
Read reread analyze the wells from my eyes over flowed
I'm over most
Swear on a tome smear the salt water on a tomb
the boom the bust
I got a few more dollars I place it on trust
watch the silt turn to dust
Hands over hands too much is a must
too late to place saints
Quit while your still quiet it's easier
to reflect hate then sit sad
I reverberate, mad, the life of a lamp the size of a stamp
The silt turns to new dirt the burnt earth laid uneven turf
Certain frames pinnacle ideas terminal presented in a sermon
Brandished loose hairs left curly white on top of stairs
Fought for a futon laid to rest in a recliner
sunshine looms
Swept the dirt turned dust with a broom out of the room
It settles like liquids do in a kettle
doomed to be warm
Light lifts the steam as if life lifts a finger
To turn a page
To cook dinner
One glorious moment
Pointing the sky, we are winners, one less, astute
Let the potatoes simmer left the world slimmer

Structural Deficiency

Structural Deficiency

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

8:53 PM

Cellular malfunction, collection of erosion hidden, black, nothing into something

Spread, outreach, the lumps into coal, the breaking of structure, molecular deficiency

The decency of splitting on no words, agreement to swap skeletons

Dire direction, messiness in the making, together as one, multiply feel numb

Saw the weight lose, pleasures turn into daily victories, the fight isn't UP to me

Failing structures, bones hanging loose, hinged together by years of muscle memory

Weak by the end, weeks, maybe only a few, coughs make switches turn off.

The air fills the lungs, slowly.  The carbon relies on the deepest parts.  Brain eating away.

It's all measures in subspace, the tiniest of increments, the total to a life. 

Radiation kept growth still for a moment.  Movement lifted spirits.  Living next to a loss.

All come as one, tears shared filled an oasis, treatment plans like Mirages.

We hope to see what we want.  What we want doesn't exist.  All that lives.

The things that hold you in, your allies, turn.  The fight for survival.

The flight to make all those years lean into commonality.  The boys and girl thinking the same.

The arrow of time leads us to only one point. 

In and Out

A round face drawn blindly, lucrative lips puckered north, nose twitched facing east

Auburn wavy hair sitting on loose shoulders, little points for the noble, wrists tied in bracelets

Of loves lasting tenure, off and gone, blown away by the gale winds, the saviors sea went south farther then we bothered to grasp.  We lapsed for air, lapped up warm milk, hair touching floorboards, resting silk on chairs.

We laid prone, back towards archways depicting gothic architecture, My body was a nomenclature to these passengers

My aura be the divine, the line between luxury and the sublime.  Nirvana speaks profoundly through the whispers, it feels loud, it echoes through the ribbed vault, we were halted by the floating eyes.  The tap shoes on the stairs, the stares fell from every direction, A stare for a Fare, My fair lady oh chuckles under luminescent.  The candle light hide our posture, the flickering shadows left an impression.  Dancing and darting, One spin Two sips.  Kisses began to multiply under a sanction, our plague was steadily locked up.  We gripped for a moment, fingers grasping on to sweat, slid from each other, never have we met.  Taken to the street, I can't see I can't weep, the stone below me is the coldest I've felt in weeks.  My garment tucked under my elbow, socks falling for the carnivores, The muscles I burnt felt like open sores

Nothing to remember, loose tales to pass down to foes that asked me questions, Peons I don't know, I depose the matter was luscious, I attest to the lower half, I felt love in an instant, I felt sorrow in a flash.  The other ladies look through me, the stories shown a light, was something behind me, was it her, was it my might.  I looked through the market, the distance I have travelled, the days became corners, the months became battles.  I wandered looking through windows, glare held me back,  Going to church, the scene of the crime, paid for my sins, prayed on my whims I felt pain through my limbs.  Crouched over, knees bent, listening to a sermon murmuring about our goals and our purpose.  One lonely soul flickered, fluttered through the air, the smell I can not forget, lilacs in her hair memories are just as honest senses begin to focus, open bloody open, I look for the woman but all I see is the sea.  All I hear are the waves and all I taste is the salt in the back of my throat trying to sink, trying to dry me out, my moisture being shucked like oysters. I holster up enough energy to leave this wretched cathedral behind.  I grab a row boat, a sack, and a bit of the old sun shine. I head down to the sea, the one that has never been empty, and I feel a rush none of these bystanders could stomach, I jump in and push off.  Love was found at the bottom, the one across the horizon.  

Self Centered

It's easy to view you as a target, see sights and smell frights, rotten citrus jolt to listen

The misses were easier to stomach then the confidence, long neck holding up a pedestal

I peddled to win black jack, hit me till my newspaper falls in the spring puddle

The same one where the reflection mettles stars from the rear view mirrors

Switching lanes passing blame middle finger luck comes with the shame

Stumbled over my middle name, M, knew the mirage was really just memories

Remembered the friends came with amusement, relationships came with easements

Packed in a basement, uneven dreams made the ceiling look feasible, free and easy like a terminal

Earnest, I earned it, worked hard still acting like a tourist, act like you never knew it, smile till you worship

Beg till your pockets spread, Send a hymn, five ink strokes on the whiteness of your bridge to your nose to expose the freedom we carry as a loan, Interested by the contenders, the sane staying content while I learn to worship my speed and the set.  I sat and watch the train graffiti as I listened to the brakes send a dial tone.  A new ohm, industrial poems, new ventilation big tubes flowing shared air, pass it off to the next door neighbors, A bare tare.  Bartender!

I need a fix, I need you to stop stealing feelings, make believe stale, I didn't make you pale, I never felt those things before, comparisons compartmentalized, as long as I'm surrounded I can still be found wandering.  The stars told me fortune, mischievous luxury wrapped in a torso, bound by the weight of less lives often.  Loss has it's importance,

It flutters to and fro like a moth does from a light to a pole.  Boredoms in a thrust, worry about your image, stained like your color after spilling red merlot drinking from the bottle, laughing like it's not a problem but chastity wasn't to be bothered.  I'm bothered by my own gullibility because I make my actions and real is words through your eyes and real is guilty.  Real is being able to reel in that lure, find your worm nibbled, but your location was a blur.  My location I was moving, distance in an instant,  miles became misfits misery stuck it's head out through my moralities impotence

I'm the one who caused this fear, nearing a little crack of a lifestyle I uphold, I try to mold to show that I'm open

Frayed books caught burnt sentences left broken, words still readable it's in the memory still able to see through

Transparent like you stare and it really didn't mean this.  Type away the fallacies, my brave honor meet me at the palisades, the walls were bigger in person because the addiction, the slope, the miles an hour, the hope, tied the few days up like presents, the rest felt like how friction floats, skin taste sour, soap on the floor, and now I'm present. 

Two Piece Telescope Boy and Poetry Events

Here are my two latest Sets from TPTB 

IV

V

I'll also be at two poetry events at the end of the month. 

One is April 24th at the Raue center in Crystal Lake.  A day after my birthday, expecting to have as much fun as I did last time. 

https://www.facebook.com/events/1861260784120455/

And the other one is on the 29th at the Marengo-Union Library.  Never been but should be great. 
Need to write more so I can presently mostly new material for both events. 

Bad Dreams

Bad dreams get ahead of me, burn nightmares through the teary eyed into celibacy

Mentality spikes lucid, push friends away fighting strangers being stupid

Pick your poison, pick it often, do what you need to do and do it coughing

Wake up with sweat around brow, made out with an ex made love hitting next

The spells written on the wall, your boss is going to jail spitting across the hall

Sitting with the DA, trying to find your location GPS through a relay

Breathe easy, flow water loads till karma is exposed in these studio bungalows

I thought the sleep would be the easy truth, lay naked left abused shown amused

But the deprivation doesn't swell up, hot water left on an open wound, mild melted servitude

Mind went that away, through the ocean spray to the salty breeze, to the maze found by feet

It was like two strangers meeting for the first time because we needed to burn the bridge

Those memories found ridges laid deep in me punctured by syringes lost hope now on a binge

It doesn't matter how many I toss back because I'm still moving forward

It doesn't matter how I lost you because I'm still inspecting navel oranges

It's all the same, haven't cried in a decade, suddenly a surprise woke myself up to see the sun evenly arise

I forgot how simple it was to find yourself lost, actions I did with people I hardly knew

Soon to be loose on gripes from the truth, get off me the hands barely touched our bodies were like files corrupt

Turned off while I was saving, misbehaved memories never found myself shaven, seen your body lay brazen

Seen you crying after outstretch limbs finding pavement across parking lot recently painted. 

Pain in, stains out, Finally omitting the commitment, the words transmitted were ambiguous, mine were plain

Yours were amphibious, shallow and under a mallet, drowned out by my tears I can only find in nightmares malice.