30 Poems in 30 Days

[AChild]

when in Rome
kill Caesar

 

[4degrees]

23-1

Let these words
Lull and woo this one
So sweet and pale
Into utter powerlessness
Succumb to the sweetness
That only dying brings about
Love's poison still does paralyze
Romance has never been more alive
And here I make this motion
Flaying with an invisible blade
To seep inside, working into
Your pretty wound like mud
With a parasitic hunger
Waiting no longer
Sucking one another dry.

 

[AChild]

15-21

I want to make my own
after life
I can't stand to be incarnated again
and heaven is boring
-------------
chances

going blue playroom
keyboard rock smooth bottom
for the lake skipping

not enough love in me
for another life
not children or new rehearsal
"Ramprasad" screaming from the rafters
Rumi drunk and casting stars
damning in the night
see myself in the darkness
feeling more real
after each light reaches out
just to fade away

 

[4degrees]

23-2

this wilde ride
is one way baby
through the tunnel
getting only darker,
darker as we move
like meteors slicing
through time together
burning out, sites set on
destination death.

 

[AChild]

15-20

"standing on the corner
watching all the girls go by"

I just want to watch the girls
maybe clock their timing
know the angle of smile
to tilt eyes in my direction

on the prowl I'm harpo marx
baggy pants stuffed with horns
wild hair and busted hat
in the chase I'm an expert
I walk over lawn furniture
and step on rakes
the reverb ricochets and
the fetish skews
I'm done with big asses
I want a girl with an epic nose
I want a girl with compressed nerves in her laugh

but still the hero can't touch
or speak
so few embraces
but many held glances

 

[4degrees]

23-3

black love beckons
nature's flavor is dangerous
far from immunity
when it comes to heartbreak
watching the leaves of past
fall, it makes room for
new growth
snow remains but
i can feel spring begin
even a sinister fairy tale
has a happily ever after

 

[AChild]

staring at the clouds waiting
for something to write down

 

[4degrees]

23-4

the pressure of my arm
under and over your throat
recites catechismec innuendos
letting me know
this brings you comfort
as it does, myself
your nails scratch
instinctually, reflexively
over my skin every time
we pose this way
the thin white devil
by my side, in spite of
his coolness there is warmth
every waking thought
has been dominated today
by this one
re breaking ice every time
because we love to drown
and sink to the bottom together.

 

[AChild]

15-21

Valentine day blues

red day
a cold blue heart
can't fit into my love pants
fat from all the rich foods
my baby said is was the food our union
all the while stroking my handles

 

[4degrees]

23-5

this one, so young yet
ageless made a red
raised mark on this
ever cold heart.

his bite sings me into
an ecstatic opera-
silent, beyond my pulse
thudding, yearning to
escape fleshy emprisionment

I Love You
my mind cries again
and again, yet still i
only manage telling
of a dream in which
i dared to speak

the petals on the roses
dry and lifeless, could
be crushed to a dust
so fine, and still
those particals would
not equal the sum
of this deep devotion
that will not ever
come about again.

 

[4degrees]

23-6

vested in a system
of disparaging lifeforms
rejecting the truth
and the notion to
begin feeling jaded
when i crush you
in both arms, and
breathe deeply in
your warm hair
i don't care
i don't really care
if tomorrow comes
for no moment exists
except for this

the moment passes
and leaves me heavy
i love the sad intensity
of missing you

each time, never knowing
if you'll return
it keeps my alive
on the inside,
just enough to write a poem

 

[AChild]

15-22

Drive-in

lines for the big screen
cars trial on massive bumps
we put our heads on swivel
so we could watch all the movies
the dialogue doesn't matter
we make it up with smoke and laughter

 

[4degrees]

23-7

a stone is more poetic
than any words that
enter this mind
fused together with
some amway product
renders it love proof
pieces break away and
each one i feel
sharp as glass as it
falls to the pit
of my gut.

a cut barely bleeding,
its mostly just dust
what was once red
then black, then back
again is nothing but
rocksalt and sawdust.

 

[AChild]

15-23

head room

spelunking pit gut
dangling
rope snapping from lost hope
catching nails dig in the lining

there's fire water in the hole
lit a match to check level

level
hard to make a scale
judging time waning self
spanning truth
suit your self
sutra self
if I cut too close I can't move
if I cut too loose I'll look fat

all the time thinking with match in hand
fire worm to kiss upon my finger
drop a red star enough to spark

belly fire
speaking doom in growing light
bathing in the flame
rendering fat

 

[4degrees]

23-8

You're nothing but
A man-shaped poem
A concerto of the perfect
Words, dancing together
in an ever-moving
Spectacle of
Marvel and wonder
Leaving me in awe
With every read

 

[AChild]

15-23

internet porn

typing with a golden hand
I'm fast read but a slow stroke
toggling the joystick
stick joy plastering the screen
it's raining bits of man
heart pumping cum
instead of blood
quiet on the plain of refractory
but the DSL is ready to go again

 

[4degrees]

23-9

nice, achild


porn has been replaced
with real-life, each night
each knife every cut i
imagine or drop that's bled
my black heart is wild and
red, love hangs by a thread
made of tungston steel
this is real, i am awake at last
and i begin to feel.

 

[AChild]

nightmares in the next room

stable on fire
everything changes
all the bad things melting together
so well

my nightmare is in the next room
its part goat
and eating the furniture

 

[4degrees]

23-10

this poem breathes
noxious fumes of
this last lusting
and swells to
insane proportions
until i slit it's throat
and red words spill
from its mortal wound
it suffocates on
its own greedy love
but all believe
it was suicide

 

[4degrees]

23-11

I waited, with half patience
watching him come of age
paying off ten fold, it does
a weekly sojourn of testing
his susceptibilities while
cloaked in fur and sweat;
a ravenous monster does
indeed love this one of
tender malevolence

 

[AChild]

15-24

I'm going to make the trees sway to 4 degrees poetry. I own a piece of the legend
------
Up to kill

letting go my soul for lent
cutting the balloon string
letting out the beast baboon
that will screech for its supper
and fuck for a whim
supple corners of the earth
lay abused

humming birds sip
odd quicksilver nectar
the bubbles burped
fly low taking on
extra layers in the sun shine

closer to creation
just flesh without divine
licking stain glass miracles
waiting for a difference
in the sweetness

pausing to play with my
shadow, worship it
as it gets long
moaning to the shape
foot thumping fire dance

I'm low fruit easy to the
word animal
waiting you to pull by heart
shaking for the pulp
as the ventricles get free

put it back before Easter
so I can be a man

 

[DrewberryLess]

Fire
birds
pausing
to dance in
the shadow as you
lay low moaning to fuck my soul

Cento
Source: 15-24 by AChild

 

[4degrees]

23-12

elongated shadow
my one true love
black and empty
to an ignorant eye
immunity is strong
but this is where
i succumb, kneeling
a true manic poet
always loving death
most of all when
love chokes me
a true addict
surface withdrawals
are like needles
deep in my gut
return to me and
bear witness to
how a broken man
rises up and loves again.

 

[AChild]

15-25

marshland wizard

humble frog
conducting gas
spinning blocks
of moss log tetris
in this ally the moon provides the treble
blues glasses are free
you can drink or shield your eyes

 

[DrewberryLess]

kermit juice

Free glasses of frog
are your humble blue moon drink.
Provides spinning eyes


Cento, Haiku
Source: 15-25 Marshland Wizard by AChild