30 Poems in 30 Days

[4degrees]

22-27

every day i put my books just so
alternating evey washcloth with beige
a mind without order requires
a visible enviroment that's structured
precisely, without such there would
be no serenity

 

[AChild]

12-2

practicing my short game

stars
harness
great globs
of poetic
energy

put my mad yak
out to pasture
with lunar panels

 

[4degrees]

22-28

all six and a half feet
every bit, to the tip of the
longest wild hair
are my waking dreams
three or more days
every week, i'm weak
as he towers next to me
smoking cigarettes by
the bike path-
the joggers all get tight lipped
and pissed off as the go by,
our smoke ruining their lives-
it is those moments while
my secret is silent and
we chat about music
when i feel close to fainting
from lust.

 

[AChild]

12-3

don't wanna wakeup blues

the sky is paling cataracts
pulling funky blue
too soon

tomorrow's just another
moment different from today
by a name

still can't call the dreams in
want to be a perpetual night

 

[4degrees]

22-29

next to the last
and lost, at a loss
for that perfect word
the one that makes blood pump
or skin crawl, that's all
i want
something to melt you
into my lap, something i can
lap up with greed
something to meet the need
ease me into living
reverse the escape of the dying
quit lying,
truth is more
interesting anyway

 

[AChild]

12-4

"Goodbye Blue Monday!"

reaching for love
and the estatic phrase
sliding down meaning
book worm belching
down the society
that reflects the change
in lexicon

hemeraging

all of it,
size compromises intellect
bigger bodies die
as messages get lost
in that inward strata

leaders can only lead
toward what the people want
most of the time
they just want a good fight
guard the kids from violence
let the educated speak
in sharpened tongues
throwing rocks to find the
glass in house
caring nothing
for where the shards shine

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throat blood flushing toward the windows
they bend to break but only seem to tremble
fists complain, they only keep the tempo

what's the need of fighting for
to right the wrongs or match the score

what's in store?
for people
who cant tell the difference
intent jaded points,
fall on fallicies
cause things got intense

invent moralities
attempts to move hearts and minds
eat some wisdom, vision line
see the venom in design

 

[4degrees]

22-30

the tall,
the young and tender
victim knowing intent,
visiting the lair of
devious notions
and actions
coaxed with promises
of lusty satisfaction
all will be true, his
trip worth every mile
and more-
blood sought by
the young and tender flows
easily, without any struggle
from this unsuspecting
predator
i am the brave one, after all.

 

[AChild]

12-5

Way to go Kurt

-------
"everyone wants to be used no one want to be useful."
-Kurt Vonnegut

at the moment useless things
tally in the inactivity
pictures with only foregrounds
past described in layers
the collected ruin
the dispostion of the mind
created but not maintained

 

[AChild]

12-6

the energy has
left the room
all alone the words
echo of each other
adjusting pitch
for me in stereo

 

[AChild]

12-7

the sky burns away
to reveal bodies
Rebekah is a sun of mine
I long to be in her shine
bending toward to light

Although I keep away
from the ones I love
for fear of tainting them
with my problems

she ties me to this world
holding reason
for her I would go back on every word
and enjoy how black
her eyes are when she smiles
them at me

 

[AChild]

12-8

heavy lids

mantras tide to paper
sent to heaven on a string
healing up some dream time
making promises to be just
like an empty wind

 

[AChild]

12-9

smiling with the blues song

driving toward the sun
remembering the night

legends, friendly actors
store bought cobwebs

dancing till the neighbors
pound on the door to join in

telling ghost stories
in a circle, eating candy

this morning there is traffic
on the freeway
the cars are gone but
the road is still blocked off

in pool of glass is
the morning sun, the siren light
the night drying up
me, smiling in the blues song

 

[AChild]

12-10

fires tugging at my finger tips
nerves sing the song of already cut
out put sends visions into mind
movement has no direction
every effort forward is a move toward
the starting place by going around the world
deeper in to the world of our creation
harmonizing a body of passed custom
living on the tongue sewing cyles
humanity's legend retold
the pattern changes prisim
against the feature of conditions
food, water, shelter, the mood of the sky
all feed the currency of an ever beating drum

 

[AChild]

12-11

sing monday

"Burning through the sky yeah
Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man out of you"
-Queen

from warm cliffs of freedom
weekend to cold water
of a new work term

too shocking
brain pan baby
crying sugar and caffeine

if the day is hard
fuck with it
spoon financial maintenance
work just as hard on good mood
can't outsource happy

sing Monday
as the voice lifts
spirits will follow

 

[AChild]

12-12

Wants promised
needs underdeveloped

in a room with no clear ceiling
I lie under a weight of words
it gets heavier every day

piled upon my open mouth
it cuts my teeth into my gums
no matter how much I write or speak
it never gets any easier to
take a breath

 

[AChild]

12-13

In the library on the second floor
there is a couple asleep spooning
instead of taking their picture
I make a sound recording of the
Open house for English Majors
in which
doctors guide on education
and inspire the penniless to
join the academic aristocracy

 

[AChild]

12-14

So, cherries really regrow
from stuck page to branches
does it make it harvest faster
to pursue the juice

 

[AChild]

12-15

What's got your poetry in a bunch?

made 'cause I made promises
wind eaten in the concrete feild
my body tells the story of a missing soul
a missive sold but never delivered

hard pressed flesh
against the turn of the earth
which is a clock
which is a blade
which is just a fucking ball
trying to get the best
for bone spent

spent in bed
sticky from all fluids
staring are the spaces in
the trees that open up to sky
even though its not clear
if that is a way out

there are words I promised
not to say this time around
they are swallowed
and poking ulcers in my gut

 

[AChild]

12-16

hard nights

eyes swimming
with the head blood
sleeping on the alarm
clock numbers
howling at the signals
muttering essay speak
not dreams of twilight
visions of open air
quiet before the clearing

 

[AChild]

12-17

Sickness pounds
the door way of the temple
trying to get the offering ready
for ether
can't change the effort in the basket
souring in the glow of some unknown
agent.

 

[AChild]

12-18

Guilt

held
the new lovers
before they caught each others timing

thought
brought the children
the world in jig-saw blocks, the fruit of questions

love
was over used
a broken heeled whore slumping back to pimp

faith
turned to piety
erect from heavenly rays, destroying other houses

time
swings it's hammer
chest dripping another addictive taste, promising less

wish
bring a hurricane
around the eye pieces flip in utility instead of narrative

 

[AChild]

12-19

magic lube

love noun screaming
for the verb
canceling seduction
with a sneeze

 

[AChild]

black crotchless panties.
impossibly high heeled.
. One hand mashing two fingers pistoning the honey pot
Her legs framed The prisoners cock

 

[AChild]

12-21

lost in the mmmmmmm

licked lips shine
upon the holder's eye
wanting more

what is it that a lover gives,
takes, harbors over the years?
in a scrap file

pieces,
of the first date flower

when the words didn't matter
it was more the cut of the clothes around them
the time it took to laugh and smile
the tone of voice,
the vibrations red rubbing the drum
getting lost in the mmmmmmmm

 

[AChild]

12-22

the bag isn't
empty, just not used
to pulling this hard

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split the effort
least of all the body
its imagination lacks
in the union
unhinge globs of care
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no sunful star
announce the sky
a breaking of the light
tonight we eat on comet tails