30 Poems in 30 Days

[4degrees]

22-14

stumble along under
the shadow of a black cloud
no rays can sneak though
the darkness coming from
the very heart of man
its just a noun, just a
fist sized muscley pump
not something that
holds love, only blood.

 

[AChild]

10-11

strange hour

western sun
not starring the day
sky's raw clay
hard fired

this is a favorite suit
cool
world in wool hat
limit vision
dimensions explode

unseen fingers
shape cloud bits
kick standing out of
the over all hue

spirits challenge gravity
speaking some sweet
unheard music
deep into eyes

pulling out
a whistle for the
bees and flys
hungover in
hives and shit piles

the battery
is behind the scene
supplying some
twist in mood

chrysalis stage
nature, a suck sized hard candy for
the rotating teeth of time
something is fiddling with the wrapper

frequency threatening
input reception points
caution in this awful season
the wind has a lust for travelers

 

[4degrees]

22-15

cinderella poet
the glass slipper
never fits, is lost
forever
goes barefoot and
trudges the road
that mercy abandoned
loving the feel of
tiny rocks embedded
in the soft part
of the sole.

 

[AChild]

10-13

love contagious

fearing heart
splinters
blood soaking wood
in the connection
of the other soul

where affection travels
two way streets
dripping in the change of beat
consuming and remaking

marks that relate to design
of chambers given
blueprint

the ones that know my
maze steep right up to
the alters and either praise or spit

foot prints
mold the changes
pulled at the neck
by empathy
how many tracks layer
till I'm all out of me

 

[4degrees]

22-16

shadows grow tall
like stalks of corn
in august,
my view equal to
my outlook
blocked with natually
occuring phenomina
parting the darkness
seems a choice for cowards
fear hides by my side
together we remain
undetected completely.

 

[AChild]

11-10

pieces fall
notes of
water song
pop
becoming a
single body
on the ground

 

[4degrees]

22-17

temperature in the 40's
is winter's breath
huffing down my back
my collar shields me not
from the impending change
watching trees sleep
makes me dream of
euthanasia

 

[AChild]

11-11

what I learned from not masterbating for a week.

My girlfriend
likes to rub her pussy on me
she calls it a muffin and
always asks before she
straddles

it doesn't have to be
crotch to crotch
she's happy with
an arm or leg
even the face
always being careful
not to break my nose

women in class
brush against me
and I swear I can feel
every fiber of their
clothing

prickling me
naked
flesh waves
the rise of the goose
or is it geese?

not cumming builds
sensitivity
not just in my
dick but in my brain

the nervous system glows
with the backed up genes
making me more human
meaning
likely to commit some
sin

-------
sin

something more mortal
moral waning in the flesh
an age that doesn't appeal to mind
love dance lust bursting
watching the wet spread

cover me in the light of dropping darkness
sit on me
harness the change in outlook
focus for the curruption of a would be soul
who would be soul or salvation?
salve me
I scream to the girls who give me smiles
I would be a slave to them
for the pleasure we could explore

don't know which holy book
is addressing
this sacred breath
the shuddering lungs
forgo breath
for just a piece of that last moan

 

[4degrees]

22-18

scruffy stray paws the door
ridging it with claw scapes
his whines tug at where
once there was a heart
his low but unsubtle begging
a sure sign he'd do anything
for a little piece of meat
warm musky bedclothes
with one to stroke his
hide, so long untouched
he may be a werewolf
just as much as i may be
vietnamese, either way
one of us would fail
to wake come morning.

 

[AChild]

11-12

found some old poetry
from 10 years ago
under my bed

it read in me
some emotions
I no longer feel
and some I feel
won't shake ever

old poetry, a time machine

 

[4degrees]

22-19

this season is transparent
a window of time lapse clouds
dark and light switch over and over
and i ask 'what day is it'
what year, what life
or lack of life am i feeling
mail order some poem-grease
and wait, wait all day
for a box of new wonder
to inspire me
it never does, my poem is just lost
and no return address, either

 

[AChild]

11-13

know the mind
of flesh

a base to conquer
daily

the want is for
unlocking skin
closest to the blood

and jumping off
the planet just before
it explodes

 

[4degrees]

22-20

we wrestled with
a heated uncertainty
recognition of the flesh and
the smell, contact made on
the surface but the
visceral sentiment
was a brick wall,
concluding our night
and our lives.

 

[AChild]

11-14

lost my mind

tossed in time
flow blows cold shoulder
lost self
seem older

seams order
odds lost
buried cast mortar
lost the justice
lost the proof
the solider with the mind
speaks the truth

useless tooth
doesn't bite
cannot write
cannot right
live me
to face me fight

die with a word in mine
lost to season pleadge
a thought the fruit of reason

in the dark spark
whats close to me ignite the night
make roast of me

ladder bones high
kingdom boasts
gold throne
to this ink soul sown

losing mind
who searches?
lost the way
what purpose?

in seeking speaking
mad
this mind is mine
world attempts to grab

which ways run rebel ink
chain mind to change minds
thread the links

"just not in a straight line"

 

[4degrees]

22-21

fill this empty man
with flesh,
until the space taken
is confused with caring
distraction so necessary
the edge advances as always
climax once again dissolves
the one-yime only choice
until tomorrow comes.

 

[AChild]

11-15

words don't come easy

they go easy
sure
out the doors
they're made of
into the night
making long vowels
at any ball that births light

wild

words
ant army
crawling into the world
around a fashion

an intruesion itching
at the sandal foot of a beauty
recognized in the behind heart
gripping the glands with a squeaky tempo
inflating much

--------
wish i could remember all the dreams

you and me we solved the world one time
nothing was the same again
to replace war we yelled at each other
to replace guilt we threw things
that got stuck to the ceiling
over time we forget they were there
when it all fell
we pretended
we didn't know why the sky was falling

 

[4degrees]

22-22

what are you thinking right now,
she says,
things that surface when
the question is posed are
my love affair with nicotine
and caffine in all it's glorious forms
writing a poem before the
midnight hour is upon me,
or having her up on me-
the next day's labors and
the past day's admirations
while people watching
the one sided flirt on the bus
in his tropical shirt and peach
colored nail enamel, what his
short whiskers feel like against
another man's cheek...
and always, how bothered i am to
be urged to disclose these silent things.
my reply so often is
nothing.

 

[AChild]

11-16

drool is the sauce of sleep
the source of stars in my mind
trip the might of me
tangled in the process
as an act of rest
fight the unborn pieces
feeding experience
touch upon
regurgitated reality
to the subconscious
unsightly outside of the nest
feathers thinning on the gray meat
expectant beaks break blood
confusing mother with meal

I feel it.
Trapped inside my mind.
I can still hear reality.
The ticking clock.
The breathing scars of the digital alarm.
But the dream swallows me.
I've crawled inside my head and it is a snake.
The venom and the stomach walls press to make me slow.

I fight it.
Pushing to control my body, feeling the flinch twist of the bitty itty hair.
They loaf in a way that is mocking.
I play all the parts in this drama.
Screaming for mercy as I apply more how coal.
I wake suddenly like a action star.
Sweating, crying, peeling nails out of the skin.

----------
fast food freedom

each dollar is a vote
each puchase a love note to a ballot box
in the concreate desert of tap dancing in traffic

I'd though it an oasis
the first words of the speaker
is "can I help you?"
Yes help me, heal me

instead it offers a
cheap choice
food metaphors
that taste better on film
leaving film in my arteries
it fucked my heat

raped with my seat belt on
nurishment not in the deal
the damage exponitial
all form of sense cover
in the newest sauce

Marketed new religion
manufactured tongue porn
not longer recreated
as a part of life

so far removed from
the sun, the logo
touches all with death

the value menu view me
as just another type of
cattle
my meat used to make more paper

 

[4degrees]

22-23

fuse to strange flesh
like saint epoxy, like
a sticky web of tar
black and shiny trips this trigger
a mouth like a noose
choking swollen skin that throbs
the last wet breath exhaled
life leaves the limp
fucking cock killer
and equal reanimator

 

[AChild]

11-17

sun shine

not reflecting
the highway absorbed
too much sun yesterday
the spilling gold
blinds everyone
and the police wait
to justify their existance

 

[4degrees]

22-24

I knew that something slipped
Was forgotten in the midst
Of busyness, and when I looked
It was thirteen minutes too late
Lucky 13 doesn't have a limit
Only all the time in the world
For this non-poem to post

 

[AChild]

11-18

I can't stand it when she hate me

love doses lost
time ruined
madness
she read me poems
without intros
I thought them journals
and told her to dig deeper

she is upset at my tone
I was upset at her anger
sting missing from the loop
communication failed

too tight to fight
wound by other reasons
too angry for this argument
I pull at my hair
and leave the house

homewrecker

now I'm fighting me
hideout on the roof
struggling with tears
and the urge to break things

buddha's path is closed
breath is shallow bitter
the red is swelling
losing love is the last straw

I know she's not lost
but that is the struggle
I know she is looking for me
because I left without shoes or keys

I want to tell her that a poem
can be anything you want it to be
that the best part of the poem
is the pieces you leave out
for the reader to imagine on

but I'm too hot for that
rage tells me only blood
can cool me off

I just breath some more
self exiled, getting clearer
lower organs still hurt

I couldn't post last night
I wrote this in my bed last night
cause she sleeps in the room with the computer

I can't stand it when she hate me

 

[4degrees]

22-25

paid for devil horns
but got an elf suit
it suits me fine, evil
comes in many colors
fucks just as hard and
shreds an entire soul
whether in leather
or yellow tights
come far too far to
back down now,
an assult will commence
peter pan is now
scarier than ever.

 

[AChild]

12-1

Is twelve a lucky number

put away some parts of me
stuffed them in the back
I'm too fat
I'm going on a 1,000 word a day diet

 

[4degrees]

22-26

years gone by yet
never forget
the poems, the prose
dancing so dirty with
my imaginary friend
the imagery so sublime
fall gets cold, i remember
the winter when text
magically wrapped around me
red ribbons, they were
one for every slice
my heart sustained
and each new one too
when again i wake up from
that dream, its deja you
all over again
all over again
there is no beat here,
pining once again i find
ticking time never brings
back the dead