30 Poems in 30 Days

[sweepthefloor]

1-14

Loose lips sink ships
In the big ocean

Loose love lipping
Sinks little sail boats

Down a dirty river.

Love is a loose
Four letter labile word

Fuck is more appropriate.

I like you
I lick you
I luck you

Don’t ever say

I love you.

 

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1-15

I missed my poem today.
So busy poet thinking

Forgot to write it.
So fault-ful of me.

Full of me.

 

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1-16

The fertile imagination
Grows from the seed

That is not watered.

 

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1-17

She will comfort you
Like I cannot.

She will re-build the man
That I destroyed.

Accidently.

 

[AChild]

&-1

Metaphor Season

this has no weight
just attraction, gravity
unproductive Sun
pulls another moon to orbit
helpless to commit to shine
no plans to support life, no planet maker
the moons are rubies of space

see the light level caught in mirrored cups
from the crater of each satellite there are no other bodies in the sky
the sun eclipses moon form moon as law
space is separation
they go round merry, the reluctant star bound
lip curl fire flare
out to the cogs
more use for light

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-18

And I wanted to know
What it sounds like
To hear those three words
Spill from my mouth

Just once.
A worthy experiment
Just once.

I love you
Related to
I am sorry.
Three word cousins.

Are hardly ever true.

 

[AChild]

&-2

The way she smoke

steady
rock in rain
constant flex of fume
plume in the sign of
sun ray consistency
breaking beams opening
staggered prisms
she kiss a cloud off my brow
and smile to make me be happy

even when shes not pulling hard
rings bellow before her
casting curls of air in gray thread
taking chrome from fire
making her ash divinity.

 

[AChild]

&-2.1

Dough Boy Baked

soft hearth
hot with mood
spill cook, dripping heat waves
signing all desire
in the half lidded burners
coming on the raw skin
peeling back the wet with ducts of fire
getting crust
resolve, fall open
switching batter to bread
oven eaten moisture
those little beams of water
are too lazy to be steam

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-19

Goodbye good mornings
And imaginary coffee.

Goodbye metal in my mouth
Pretend flesh sans salt.

Excessive mirth is
A spiritual disease

Of a blackened heart
Chasing dreams

That do not exist.
I do not deserve anything

Anyway.

 

[sweepthefloor]

1-20

My car drives on autopilot.

A lifetime of self-abuse will not be enough when the great equalizer that is death finds me.

If I could put razor blades in a candy-coated apple, and bravely bite it, I would, but that will not take any of this away, it will just damage the most valuable asset I own. The precious gift is the words from the mouth that rock syntax and spill service, naturally.

It is all my fault, and none of it is my fault.

Your half blood of my mother, like my brother, squishes around my sneakers on the carpet.

The only ligature marks I know are the ones around your dead neck.

I am still seventeen and you are still just turning twenty-one. My car drives through life on autopilot.

I stop for no hitchhikers.

 

[AChild]

&-3

Before the take over "native" was a dirty word
now "immigrant" is as good as fuck

 

[AChild]

&-4

prescription yellow

medicine man
chant me up a decent copay
hospital smell
an artful clean
can't trust an oath tied to bureaucracy
hooked on the factory exports
balanced by the pharmacists tips
the fruits of care not in love
but bottle prescription yellow
the feeling of numb
can't fight a sickness I can't feel
drowning in the river of a liver
melting in the medication
salt to slug
bury me in a plastic capsule
and let the earth get high off me

 

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1-21

At the beginning of the day,
I am just a nurse
Dreaming of the heart
Two halves sucking
Stress away

And while these dreams
Are slightly diminished
From the adrenalin
That feeds twelve hours
They keep coming back

Every night.
Every day.

 

[AChild]

&-5

all roads lead to ease

leaves fall into the lead
if i had it it would be gone
built into a song and flown, pet shop burned down birds. swapping feather color with semen changing integrating. heard my calling from the first just
aint answered the phone. look for it in blades of
light cutting through the tree call the elevator door
caught in the revolving colot of the thing changing
the tune whislting playing pocket flute

 

[sweepthefloor]

zero

Zero

Back to zero
Like the bagpiper
In competition
That plays one wrong note
In front of the judge

Don’t finish the song
Just walk away

No tears
The highland games
Come every year.

 

[AChild]

&1-1

you and me both brother.

If I could cut myself in two

I'd give of piece of me to you

a piece of me that you could grow

into a person that wouldn't know

the separation that I feel

when other things in life appeal

a person who would always stay

and never, ever go away





I would

 

[AChild]

&1-2

last night I had a dream that in my vein lived hungry worms, and I had to get them out. i woke up pinching my wrists and wondering what is it that takes me over so completely in dreams. like an actor on the screen after its all locked in the frame. nightmares put the cell in celluloid.



frame and pictures



left some blood at work

took a burn

the blood is so the job can clone me

the burn is deeper

no severed nerves

just a kiss that claims

lobe tumescence

reaching for an experience



in the kitchen their are many junkies of this feeling

some tame it and tie it down

others ride only to fall

I remain A. Child chancing the inferno

seasoning starter

branded black marks

pictures of the dish

how I added to the experience

taste made its way through me

and puts tattoos all over my flesh

 

[AChild]

post drunk

under the dead line
head mine
sob in the sauce
feel pretty in the floss
never loss lose
keep off fuse
fold away grey
by the lost hues
can't say ill go away
paid due
last choose
chose
froze prose poetry
solemnly swear to make it fun if not
dramatic erratic line lie
at the heart of my find
questing for a brighter blossom
toss the baby save the water
for a cure
drinking with friends is what I was built for
but not the drunken stage crystal mage
looking age
peeling around the corners of the glue
making dew
freedom flying out the month on mouths
rolling south
reeling in the paint of keep off intellect
intersect interject joke fuck folk
come corporate corrupt
slide silly Belgium beer name

 

[AChild]

&1-3

Rebekah made a world for me

in her arms

from my car came Ella whispering

Asure Mood


the song has history for us


in the begining

we would listen to that song

with water hanging off her eye lashes

she would see me in a violet corona

the other colors contouring me don't matter

she remembers how I drifted in the light


through the water she sees

broken light

and through her I see

the composition of reason

 

[AChild]

%1-4

waiting with her hands folded

stood up on the date

not goal in the presence but

a period of bliss

a laugh from memory

a trickle from the pond

that grabs away the earth

 

[AChild]

%1-5

at the heart of me is leaky tintura

a small Hispanic man with a bad cough

bald spot, holes in socks, in debit to life but not to live it

a criminal in his own mind from the guilty refelctions

im bad and that aint good


so im clumsy with connection

for fear of people seeing my

leaky tintura

 

[AChild]

A poem is due

dew poem coming

like the water found on leaves

in the mourning

put there by the yellow

half moon

the cuff links afforded by

black clouds no silver lining

 

[AChild]

&2-1

this most high wizardry
performance of a deeper form
the composition of my minds industry
creation and design of my own pedigree

destiny is in the ability
to see what I'm going to see
separate truth from reality
pierce pattern with perception
to predict the next effigy
move with the fruit of the mind
then act accordingly

Milton's Devil said "the mind is its own place"
capable of defining its own fate
so when heaven becomes hell
and hell heaven
it's not the quality of virtues that dictate the bliss/blues
it's the perception that we dwell in
that navigates the next mood

"Power" B. Seal said "
is the ability to make phenomenon act
in a desired manner
so when I'm going to war I put that on my banner
the refinement of perception is the only answer

 

[AChild]

cheese and crackers

appeasin smackers

this snack sticks

in molers quick

but so delish

the impact is

no detractor


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Gimmie a break on this one. Night.

 

[AChild]

cheese and crackers

appeasin smackers

this snack sticks

in molars quick

but so delish

the impact is

no detractor


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Gimmie a break on this one. Night.