Balboa
Do you want to see the jungle at night?
Contemporary wilderness quarantined
Within urban sprawl
Littered with souls
Floundering like fish for love.
Carried via a yellow elephant,
Watching as it leaves
Its panda colored checkerboard stripes gleam.
Slowly we circle the carousel,
Wary of the stillness
Found in Off-Season death.
Crossing broad meadows
Scarred by the skewed skeletons
Of bare oak limbs.
In the chilled darkened dew
We leave hesitant,
Shuffling signs of our progress.
We pretend to fall in love
While listening to the nocturnal cries
Of mammals restrained in their
Paced, humanely-habitated cages.
Gulping deep from cardboard cartons
Of vodka a l' orange
We hike uphill under disenchanted stars
Discussing others like us--young--stupid
Unable to look each other in the eye.
Our path yolks, equally traveled.
You lead me away from the branch
Guarded by the trench-coated gorilla
Counting tainted cash by the cloroxed moon,
And not quite blocking the view
Of needles, plastic bags, and lost souls.
Following instead the other rut
Tattooed with paired footsteps
Swaying to the frantic sighs
Serenading our false moment.
I almost see camouflaged embraces lost
Among the semen stained ivy.
Why did you bring me here?
Escape. Maybe can flag a yellow elephant.
I pause at the carousel and caress the rearing stallion
Who captivates me with his pearlized teeth
Exposed by a lip in a half snarl/smile
And is bound to eternally gallop one step behind
The painted mare prancing before him.
Seeing the damned in distorted carnival mirrors
And brass rings hung just out of reach,
Our embrace is reflected in the black eyes
Of the toll booth and you break the steel jaws
Sinking their fangs deep into its door.
Cramped together with a stool
And a bare counter
Butchered from a living oak,
Closing my eyes so I don't have to see yours,
I mingle my desperate cries
With the drums of the jungle,
Beating in endless, hopeless,
Circles...Circles...Circles.
Poetry being what it is, is an expression of the soul. So please proceed with caution as my soul can often be found on the dark side.Feel free to comment, suggest, or just tell me I'm one crazy b!+(#-- Thanks for visiting and either warn off or refer a friend.
Monday, March 28, 2016
Shrooming
Shrooming
Cruising along
At a hundred and one
Singing my song
And
It's
Raaaiiiiinnniiinnngg!
Cruising along
At a hundred and one
Singing my song
And
It's
Raaaiiiiinnniiinnngg!
The Rug
The Rug
Rolling on the floor, the carpet tingles.
My Ribs, Oh my Ribs:
He tickles me and I laugh and laugh and laugh
Crouched over my chest his hair scratches
My Ribs, Oh my Ribs!
Knees at my ears and I try to laugh.
My lips are closed. Smooth skin upon them.
My Ribs, Oh my Ribs?
Pushing against my teeth and I can't laugh.
Choking me. Filling my mouth. I Gag.
My Ribs? No. Not my ribs.
Sticky wet slime and tears.
OH MY GOD!
I can't believe I laughed.
Rolling on the floor, the carpet tingles.
My Ribs, Oh my Ribs:
He tickles me and I laugh and laugh and laugh
Crouched over my chest his hair scratches
My Ribs, Oh my Ribs!
Knees at my ears and I try to laugh.
My lips are closed. Smooth skin upon them.
My Ribs, Oh my Ribs?
Pushing against my teeth and I can't laugh.
Choking me. Filling my mouth. I Gag.
My Ribs? No. Not my ribs.
Sticky wet slime and tears.
OH MY GOD!
I can't believe I laughed.
Poetry Pieces
Poetry Pieces
Flowing Freely from Fascination,
Coming Closer to Creativity.
Pounding Pinging Piano Playing,
Oh, Welcome to my World.
To be a Poor Man in a World
Who Cares not. Walking
to the Beat of my Heart.
Chugging, Chugging
Wheweeeee!
Lost in Square Shadows
Swaying Slowly by.
Simon Says to Try
Harder
Love as Love is For
Nothing
Searching Hard to find the Past
Finding Faded Fantasies
Flounder
Awake! Awake!
Hear the Chime of my Heart
Beating to the Loss of Death
Lost in the Deadpan of Sound
Booming in my Mind.
Tisk, Tisk, Shhhhh!
Our Uncle is Watching from
Behind Closed Doors.
Injecting Cameras Disguised
as Inoculations–Cowards
Flowing Freely from Fascination,
Coming Closer to Creativity.
Pounding Pinging Piano Playing,
Oh, Welcome to my World.
To be a Poor Man in a World
Who Cares not. Walking
to the Beat of my Heart.
Chugging, Chugging
Wheweeeee!
Lost in Square Shadows
Swaying Slowly by.
Simon Says to Try
Harder
Love as Love is For
Nothing
Searching Hard to find the Past
Finding Faded Fantasies
Flounder
Awake! Awake!
Hear the Chime of my Heart
Beating to the Loss of Death
Lost in the Deadpan of Sound
Booming in my Mind.
Tisk, Tisk, Shhhhh!
Our Uncle is Watching from
Behind Closed Doors.
Injecting Cameras Disguised
as Inoculations–Cowards
Tumble and Toll
Tumble and Toll
Walking like a skull and bones man
with a peg leg.
Runs with limping abandon
hip joints scraping.
Obsessive compulsion to smell the roads.
Dust and rocks
Imbedded between his toes.
Knees bending back.
Fantasy eyes cannot see
the silver gleam of pain.
Another bumper of steel death
slams soundly into a shoulder.
Rolling, falling tumbleweed style
Low-crawl Belly-scrape to the porch
Hiding under planks of darkness
Fearing blue steel death
Through waves of disorientation
pain spoken with sharp teeth
green from the shadows
Coaxed back to reality carefully.
Carried indoors, fireman style
disgrace and shame rolling
inside pupil blown eyes.
Laid up in the dust under my bed.
Running again, like a truck with two blown tires.
Walking like a skull and bones man
with a peg leg.
Runs with limping abandon
hip joints scraping.
Obsessive compulsion to smell the roads.
Dust and rocks
Imbedded between his toes.
Knees bending back.
Fantasy eyes cannot see
the silver gleam of pain.
Another bumper of steel death
slams soundly into a shoulder.
Rolling, falling tumbleweed style
Low-crawl Belly-scrape to the porch
Hiding under planks of darkness
Fearing blue steel death
Through waves of disorientation
pain spoken with sharp teeth
green from the shadows
Coaxed back to reality carefully.
Carried indoors, fireman style
disgrace and shame rolling
inside pupil blown eyes.
Laid up in the dust under my bed.
Running again, like a truck with two blown tires.
That's Life
That’s Life
Throbbing Thoughtless Thumping
Constantly Continually Consistently
An aura Congeals Color
Grinding Grabbing Gripping
A halo of Tormenting Torture
Enveloping Encompassing Enclosing
Surreal Surrounding Silencing
Piercing Passing never Pausing
Tight Taught Tendons Trembling
Crushing Cascading Crumbling
Decaying Debilitating Dilapidating
Broken Brittle Bones are unBending
Disruptive Distracting Depressing
Everyday Every way Every step I take
Throbbing Thoughtless Thumping
Constantly Continually Consistently
An aura Congeals Color
Grinding Grabbing Gripping
A halo of Tormenting Torture
Enveloping Encompassing Enclosing
Surreal Surrounding Silencing
Piercing Passing never Pausing
Tight Taught Tendons Trembling
Crushing Cascading Crumbling
Decaying Debilitating Dilapidating
Broken Brittle Bones are unBending
Disruptive Distracting Depressing
Everyday Every way Every step I take
Grimy Grease Monkey
Grimy Grease Monkey
Pinging, Ponging. What’s that noise?
“It’ll be a rod or a shaft,”
says the Shell Station mechanic.
“Might even be the exhaust.”
Grease covered knuckles
scrape the air filter
leaving snail trails in the grime.
Grease monkey climbs aboard
to run up his money tail.
Ringing, Ronging. What’s that noise?
“It’ll be Visa, MasterCard, or Cash,”
says the cover-alled conspirator.
“No Checks Please.”
Pinging, Ponging. What’s that noise?
“It’ll be a rod or a shaft,”
says the Shell Station mechanic.
“Might even be the exhaust.”
Grease covered knuckles
scrape the air filter
leaving snail trails in the grime.
Grease monkey climbs aboard
to run up his money tail.
Ringing, Ronging. What’s that noise?
“It’ll be Visa, MasterCard, or Cash,”
says the cover-alled conspirator.
“No Checks Please.”
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