Rough mostly-unedited rambling and poetry written on my phone.
2015
Ears mummified
September 5, 2015 9:08PM
Ears mummified
I race blind deaf drunk through
Frosted aspen forest gloom.
I know you her is sight but I cannot see,
I think I want out of this
Flesh
I n Ed need a gun to drop this
Flesh around my ankles
Thirsty lurid arcs
September 4, 2015 8:51PM
Tonight I sleep naked and
Remember to breathe in arched
Slides
Thirsty lurid arcs along those
Lips…
A salted X demarks the
Spot
Pursed curling
Lark all tingling grinning
Shuddering almost
LIGHT.
And bam dial me back to those Usenet days
Watching those boobies inch across that crt skin.
Bleeeep, gargle hiss, an image crossed
With adolescent magic.
You don't know if she's watching
August 8, 2015 2:17PM
You don’t know if she’s watching,
Listening,
An owl blinking through phosphors
Twined.
Eyes stream along the filters
Blurred.
And you wait in silver soft-ripe
Silence
Knowing that all things
Fail In waves salted
Stoned,
Breaking.
Your heart is stuffed and thin,
Acres of sand blown, wounded,
Ceremoniously ready for a
Rift and Acres,
Grieving down…
She waits all silken and
Cocooned,
Lifting silt from dreams washed
Riven-stitched and tapping
White to Life.
Nostalgia whining
July 30, 2015 9:46PM
Nostalgia whining
BrewTh g throug straws.
The burden breathsm
Established skin
July 30, 2015 8:40PM
Established skin
You wave with regrets
Torn slim and buriedq
Air is a valuable r souec.
It takes time to to wear her down
With all that’s velvet sauce,
U r British and I hate you.
Gravel and rhythm and
June 14, 2015 1:06PM
Gravel and rhythm and
Patchwork stumbling desert trails.
She speaks through dust and riddles
Frozen black and Windowed white.
She speaks through Facebook ciphers and
Cleavage working the years
Lost and-love lost vapors spooned
In all that is ephemeral vague and shy.
Trading glances with a ghost.
the beach sands saunter
May 10, 2015 12:32PM
the beach sands saunter ‘neath this
Pale blue hazy halo spring
Dream…
Pulling tides abide drooling
Shells salted
Grains still bleached with winter
Shock.
Standing dripping and caked in
Grit,
There’s no mistaking a grin planted
‘Cross that whole miasma shaking
Snow blown wake.
So the world becomes a
Kiss and so the world becomes
Washed in soapy languor
Twisted arching stretch flatlined along a
Horizon linbered flat and
Floating.
Psychopathic warmth...
April 25, 2015 12:06PM
Psychopathic warmth…
Blocked red & umber
Pain stacked geared & limbered
–Greased steel dreams and
Wishes milked muddy sloshed and
Silted buried sediments
Singing grief.
A vine breezes through the fan
Tock clicking all reverb twang.
Holding on to the rock
April 11, 2015 3:42PM
Holding on to the rock
Known midst rocking Rockville
Auto-correect an
Rich ribbons
Feel the blood
One o'clock and I want to destroy
April 4, 2015 2:24PM
One o’clock and I want to destroy
This life with short skirts and shots
Fired down the edge of coughing smoking
Throats winnowing t’wards arrowed bliss–
Liquid BLISS and terra-cotta warmth–
Rain-shine withers snapping rhythms
Eased in cymbals weaving smashing with
Laughing grappling–
Eating grapes swollen with mouth-mash ripping nippling rainbows.
A Larynx jangle pattering songs in tangent
Grooves….
Living in symbols, we wait for the magic words…
A flash train trambled scrambled from rain,
we wake middled of confused,
fused in murk and sky smashing sound…
Around the corner, cheap skeezy strip club,
bass thrumming warmth with ribbons unravelled ‘round silk,
sheared pebble skin tangled swirling pole ‘round casual devoted eyes.
We waited in the wings…
We streaked in shadows.
Tumble-dried love whining for escape and static
sparking grinning lip-whipped smacks.