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Mom and Dad

Sat, 15 Oct 2011 01:19:12 +0000

When I first walk out the door
Though mom is right behind,
She starts to yell
Screaming mad
Afraid of all mankind.

It took five

Sat, 15 Oct 2011 01:18:04 +0000

To bring me down
Usually four’s enough
But today was especially bad.

Do Not Destroy the Storm

Sat, 13 Aug 2011 18:19:26 +0000

Do not deny the storm or
Try to quench her fury, she is the
Life blood of need, with straw houses
And old trees, her aftermath will
Blossom flowers more beautiful than a
Congregation singing in unison eyeing each other.

Native Labials

Sat, 13 Aug 2011 18:00:53 +0000

The sign is the reaching back
Covering my hand that covers
Her shoulder, do I recognize the sign
The post and hint.

Not yes, recognized
Pronounced and ancient waters pull
Me out, the under toe
An indicative precursor of events.

I wish I fought in civil wars
Forming freedom from shores
I cry for a try at scaling hope
And love for the excuse at

Honest comfort of a color
Sensuous and tall, labials that
Destroy my will,
One that might have fallen

My strength, should she not
Greaten my soul
With native souls
Of unknown importance.

Élan

Mon, 08 Aug 2011 02:15:56 +0000

Diging up ghosts and revealing
Fears whose muted ruminations
With obsessive publications
Is ugly work by precision analysts,

In his time, full of self doubt,
Tunneling through bedrock
Élan thought she the one,
But that churn service requires

An abundance of yeas and nays
A man denying paper, denying infiltration
Refusing interpretation
Renounced an infidel by constitutional scholars.

Amendments the intelligence of the experiment
Revisions death or emancipation
With centuries behind the revelations
Still nothing to fear itself free

Élan made the fatal mistake
Of revealing his chronology
Exposing desire where desire
Sells short of root explications.

In so driving a market
A casual supply
Of domestic strain
Giving away secrets

Looking out windows listening to inadequacy
Herds of blabbering silence
The end of the war prolonged by duty
While troops squat for cover in garbage bins.

The bud must burst
Each page must render
He alone re-designates,
Finds tests in the word

Which enact steel barriers and static gases
Bear traps clawed legs
Bitten bone foot left
For sale, perpetually

Strives to wipe the gruel
Challenged by foaming reprisal
Bought the mostest beautiful
And questions the corpses.

For in his time flesh was flesh made flesh
Words from flesh followed indolent
Simple acts for aspiring audiences
Who trended as ice froze the earth.

Lost Idea

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 00:58:55 +0000

It was legal so she used it
Drink after drink she abused
The self same thing made free
And accepted to avoid long jail time.

She fell in with criminals and prosecutors
Love of long lunches and pedicures
Filling vacant spots no longer plotted
Still hiding behind lies she could only support.

It’s a real thing, not mundane but scientific
Beyond the horizons set by the leadership
Beyond the understanding or care of seniors
She fell into a corrupt crowd.

Not fell rather bouyed by taste
The dead lifted by salt the decay
Hidden by vocable ratifications
Undoing with slow tendencies.

The first destruction was easy
Living 91 percent, evil killing
Led to no known reprisal
Rather a finish never before

Seen or felt, numb nerves alive minds
And she was in place to finish
Without a nerve, each idea, burb, comment
A verse.

That was the end, all education doubted
Science a fools gold
Reading left for kids
Adults preferring brooms to sonnets.

Each parent led to distinction
By eight year olds who
Without proper wiping
Leave stains and wears.

Reorg

Wed, 13 Jul 2011 01:35:56 +0000

Comes a new dominant male replaces
The existing alliance with brute force
Ripping apart the flesh of old men
Some give in easily bored with the whole thing
Glad to be done with the carnage.
With his eye on the women he goes after the young
He builds reliance
Tears into the cubs.
Mother is as Mother will be
Then come the women he builds his team
From proven loyalists
And those he fucks
With natural exuberance
He sets up his reign which will last
A while,
Till the next wave.
The way of the wild.

Optimistic Water Dream

Sun, 10 Jul 2011 03:10:08 +0000

The water flowed from a mighty mountain
Into the fields of China, the deserts of Iraq
Pure cold and living so much
So pure so cheap even the greediest couldn’t make out.

The water mountain furnished the earth
One or two floods and the initial mapping
Of currents, the price was high, the result
Unlike any social program before it.

As the water receded
Tears brought order to it’s knees
The beloved alien
Angered for life, then

Out of a new disposition
Arose a new type of man.

Tool

Sun, 10 Jul 2011 00:20:13 +0000

The rams horn announces dark places
A tearing reminder of places and forces
A ripping vitreous coats feeble spines
Sharpened edges cause mother’s vein to pulsate.

Each nerve ending a crux of a shadow
A hum persistent from box to box
Raging on blind eyes testifying negation
Denying recognition brewing savory rats.

The rams horn precipitates an offal birth
Of self preservation, cornered he screams
Lord oh lord, why do you forsake me
Passage to paradise?

The rise before the fall notes excesses and bloat
Predates without fanfare the final leap
Denying infiltration erasing needy roots
Elevating degenerate prophesies for supplication.

The rams horn destroys filial flesh
Coveting carrion for educated regicide
The brazen bull leads our hero
Through drawn quarters to the ritual laying down of arms

And the raising up of discharge
A vigorous victory fills mass graves
The solomn albatross
Belies self inflicted wounds.

The rams horn protrudes images of beauty
Felling the fascade with blasts of familiarity
From the very top of forbidden Sinai
A voice eminates with quick reverbertions

An ancient haunt persistently presenting
Comforting arms of delinquent guests
Who place pebbles in ponds
For haunting regrets.

The rams horn locked in contention
Distributes immutable messages
For muted portrayals of static winds
That hang sulfuric gases for drive by consumption

Vying for national coverage she bites her lip
Degrades the actions into feats of strength
Pulls the covers over their heads,
And lays down the final act of solvency.