My Poetry
I construct,
in the dusty corners of the moon,
orchestrating art,
with knife
and spoon.
I conduct,
under the orange peel of land and lakes,
moving vibrations,
communications
of beats and breaks.
I compose,
on the whites of fallen trees.
Alphabet remixing,
rhyming,
Siamese.
I create,
on every canvas and coast.
Romancing with form,
an artist,
art
engrossed.
Please _leave _a _message _after _the _beep…
Beeeeep!
Hello, It’s me.
Where are you? It’s three.
Anyways, here it goes,
I’m tired, and it shows.
It’s over,
we’re through,
and this time its true,
as true as the colors of your blows.
The attraction is gone.
You’re reserved and withdrawn.
There’s no flame, just cold
and this feeling, so old.
I needed to feel needed,
wanted and seeded,
in love.
Out of [...]
She kissed me,
in BBQ sauce glossed lips
- cherry red
bled from hot wing tips.
She extended her tongue,
slipping it down my throat.
Intoxicated, she whispered,
“You devilish dreamboat.”
She lavished me,
almost swallowing me whole.
and I loved it, her,
tasting my soul.
Tonight, I was her basket
on a balcony of lust.
Picnicking with passion
like the wind romances dust.
They disappeared,
both of my angels,
while playing with those monsters
in the adjacent green.
Searching,
crazily, I entered neighboring homes -
for my own,
missing.
Frantic, I
followed the echos
of children playing in the distance
- little voices
My bloodline severed,
nowhere to be found,
I broke, tears ripped from my eyes
and I sang the tune that anguish cries
Later to be nipped
in my rump
to the spin of [...]
The train stopped in its tracks – literally.
The lights went out.
It was silent except for the musky smell of the old seat fabric. (As if a smell could make sound.)
Passengers began whispering and curiously looking around in wonder.
Under their breaths, panic lurked.
An intercom message riddled in a haunting static buzz broke the murmuring mix.
In Japanese, [...]
Master of the Universe
Mr. know it all
Jack of all trades
A solution to every call
An answer for every question
Aren’t you the professing pro
Don’t you just know everything,
except for what you don’t know
You can fool the green
Throwing tricks off your shelf
You can play the ignorant
while betraying your own self
Trapped in endless tales
Just touching truths surface
Relentless king of [...]
Dreadful words,
every month they went out
threatening the days,
inflicting tortures,
and often laughing,
for having deprived us of the moon.
This poem is an Erasure. Erasure is a process by which you can take any text and from it, create a poem. You do so by erasing words from the existing text, and the words that remain creates your [...]
After a brief “remove plastic and stir” intermission,
I pressed which apparently was the microwave “LAUNCH” button,
for in the following moments, the microwave door sprung open,
launching my Country Style Chicken TV dinner through the air.
Peas ricocheted off the ceiling and cabinet doors,
and torpedoed the feline water dish below.
Gravy drenched potatoes splattered the kitchens lime green walls
and [...]
The cafes stone wall leaned against my backside.
My order was in,
a “Kicken Roast Beef Bagel Sandwich” was in preparation,
and when properly groomed, it would call out my first name
as though it, I, and its designers, were familiar.
As I fondled the roughness of the wall to pass time,
the bell riding door handle turned, “Ding, Ding!”
- and [...]
In a dry spell,
rain falls, but only between your toes.
You can run, skip, and play through it,
but still, you’re left dehydrated, baked,
and crunchy.
In order to overcome such a drought,
you press on,
until another spring comes along
and humidifies your voice again.
Then, like a wet sponge, soaked
in the juice of inspiration,
again, you quench the desert’s thirst
through the perspiration
of [...]