30 Poems in 30 Days

[Tathagata]

2-1

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[TheRainMan]

7-14 editing

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[4degrees]

9-14

this name, an entendre
entirely visible only under
black light
or white heat
a feast producing
malnourished subjects
under the strictest of restraints;
strickened once again as
the convolution of
this most unreasonable libido
crosses at an intersection
hell's motif on one streetsign,
and tomorrow's on the other
drentch this desert air
with bucketfulls of wet palaver
and again i will distend
obscenely as a beast might
ripe red and snorting until
symbiosis starts again.

 

[wildsweetone]

2

Some days I'm carried

There are bumps in the road
avoidable on bike, or yellow bulldozer,
unavoidable by car, or on foot.

I walk the way of foremothers,
with the roll of hip
sway of body,
swing of arms.

I look to the earth
not the valleys in the dust,
upward to the mountain tops
where your eyes lift me,
where you carry my soul

in the open, aired
in plain sight of one
higher.

 

[Tathagata]

2-2

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[vampiredust]

6-3

3.

Making a wrong
connection
with the wires
will cause everything
to blow out

The kitchen awakes
from its operation.
Fake teak cupboards
applaud.
Each appliance smiles.

The boy awakes, too,
from his rewiring.
Everything is inverted.

He uses toothpaste instead of milk
for his cereal,
makes love to nettles,
bows down to dogs.

The cathedral of neurons
inside of his head has been redesigned.
He does not understand
the mass it performs daily,

its liturgy has been altered
and all he sees at the altar
is himself as a baby, waiting
to be baptised in the correct way.

 

[wildsweetone]

3

Photograph

There is a face on page four,
blue eyes staring into my soul,
wrinkles enough to show the history
of his life, the hardened farmer
with his before-dawn and after-dusk skin,
leather laying on his neck, folds
a testament to his struggle. Still
he smiles, camera caught,
recorded forever a memory
for his children.

 

[Liar]

X-1

Need to try this again... lost count on my attempts.


Bonfire

A circle of backs,
wrapped in pelts and curses
dug from bottom shelves
in dry attics,
shut out the night.

But it seeps in between boots
to feed the updraft,

where crows circle grateful
just out of vision.

A smoldering beam snaps
and laden,
a swarm of cinder
polinate the air.

Borealis claws
dug into numbed fingertips
are forgotten

for a second,
while eyes glitter,
before shutting in fear
of ash burns

and much older things
that nobody have warned
their children about
for centuries

but that can never
be truly forgotten.

 

[4degrees]

9-15

inside a skull
wordy deliberacies resonate
and thump in rapid succession
like beating skins
with wooden implements
clutched tighly in fists
of sorrowful neglect.

 

[vampiredust]

15-4

The Fishermen

These are solitary men,
laying nets on waves'
white roofs. Knee deep
in moonlight, they wait

until the planted
stomachs have their fill
before raising them up,

shuddering as squirming
fish are emptied. Cold
rubs itself against them,

watching their reflections
in fish metamorphosing
into blocks of ice, ingots
worthless until dawn,

when everything restarts,
the cycle continuing
as they approach death,

laying their gravestones
on the sea's froth,
their second hand bones
the only inheritance

for sons waiting to lay
flowers on plots
slowly being flooded
by stale saltwater.

 

[Tathagata]

2-3

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[annaswirls]

2.love.1

are you fantasy imitating reality,
a real man that feels like fantasy
or swirled into one
tornado spun into a single twist
catching blue sky and dove call
shadow and the drops of blood on my ankle
pulled inside like breath

light shines through us
onto the forest floor,
impressionistic confetti shadows
jamais noir


yes sophomoric, but here, I will edit it later. needs another line

 

[MissVictoria]

2-1

Windy

It was fierce, yesterday,
a dismal downy gray
with a warm pregnant wind
smelling of summer.

Childishly tugging hair,
its gusting fingers toyed
with the exotic twist
of a slinking snake

I sunk into my car
strands dancing out the door
their only aching thought
to be free of my head.

 

[4degrees]

Windy

It was fierce, yesterday,
a dismal downy gray
with a warm pregnant wind
smelling of summer.

Childishly tugging hair,
its gusting fingers toyed
with the exotic twist
of a slinking snake

I sunk into my car
strands dancing out the door
their only aching thought
to be free of my head.

WOW.
kick ass poem.

 

[4degrees]

9-16

i remember
the burn of the gritty
asphalt on bare feet
baked in the sun forever,
it seemed
and forever is what it felt like
as i walked down that two lane
with my back burning
the radiated sky cutting though
everything that attempted to shield
and i tasted my sweat
as it ran from temple to cheek
funny
it tasted just like you.

 

[wildsweetone]

4

Chanel No 5

I often wondered
if she realised she emptied rooms
when she dressed up,

if she knew perfume she sprayed
in her bedroom
killed flies in the garden
when she walked past.

She didn't see
them, nor did she notice how our faces
screwed up into wrinkled
balls, nor see how we held our breath
until the last possible second
when we would sprint
from the house into the open space
of garden to drag clean air
into our bursting lungs.

She never understood
that little is sometimes more
than enough.

 

[Guest]

1-1 2007 Knowing is a Loaded Weapon

Samson said,
barking dogs make me crazy,
do bad things.

I think like that sometimes
while driving, wondering
what would come if I didn't brake.

Knowing is a loaded weapon;
someone else could get hurt.

Yes instead that, it could happen
when and all I wanted to know
was whether it could be done once more,
would I match Adam's face?

Or could it be the other side again,
this time the hole through and through?
That's all I wanted, yes that, instead.

 

[Liar]

x-2

it was
when fingernails dug into
her leather strung thigh
and lips moved without vocation
in reply to a poem whispered
into her erect neck hair,

a caramel exhale
oozing over her shoulder,
clinging to a trembling hem,
when words she could never remember
tugged her diaphragma down,
pumped blood into
all the wrong places,
made signal jump directly from

it was then
that she decided
to let a tiny red change detonate
in the bubble wrap and concrete prison
that held her animal,
and set it free

one last time,
to consume the apple dangling
just out of reach
before merging
into a being of balance
once and for all

 

[vampiredust]

6-5

Algebra

Carroll would have been proud
of this particular invention,
where 2+2 does equal 5
or 9 or 28, but never 4

Forget Sudoku or crosswords
as a potential cause of war,
just give two generals
an equation and smell the cordite
in the air starting to burn.

 

[4degrees]

9-17

we call it evolution.

another revolution of
you and me, each circle tighter
than the last
each day rings out
a song of the past, one
i'd written for you
always you, my muse
my backdoor secret, we're
both the dirty ones
breaking the skin just enough
to taste blood, just enough
to infect me with this
crazy love
you have, and i am. and
nothing will ever be the same
i talk in my sleep, but no one hears-
over again, i say your name
my teeth come together as
i say a breathy 'jah'
when i'm dreaming,
when i come
do not wonder why i
relentlessly repeat
these things to you, it is because
its all i know, anymore.
its all i care enough to write for.

 

[Tathagata]

2-4

,,,,,

 

[wildsweetone]

5

Details in time

How do I click the switch
off, to stop the stream
of details that swim
before my eyes on every being
that passes me by, on every bend

where creatures collect
almost piled one on top
of another, dogs with long hair
tongues dangling, panting

in summer heat, children
wearing togs with towels
slung over shoulders, shouting
their excitement of going for a swim,
scuffing their jandals on footpaths,

daisy and dandelion
faces lifted to summer
as if seeking an eternal existence,
as if drinking in yellow and white
to soothe the stroke
of time.

 

[MissVictoria]

2-2

Laughter

I would say that laughter
is like water,
the quenching
soothe of it
as the renewel
of chapped leather.

I felt the floodgates
straining open today,
tickling my shoulders.
It giggled up inside me
like a brook
and then it burst.

 

[Liar]

x-3

i am words
hear me shouted from rooftops
or murmured in prayer
or spat from a forked tongue
into acid drenched air

i am blood
feel me swell at the balance point,
or drip from the tip
of a polished blade

i am song
to suck your breath from eager lips
to grind you to the core
to sing your pariah to sleep
to wake you up wake you up wake you up
push the electrodes in
and crank the lever

 

[Guest]

1-2 2007 She Says

She loves me a little more
when I'm sadder. It's the insight
and tenderness; it's aglow.

She feels me from the next room
over, says I'm a better lover,
selfish in what I want,
taking more than what I need.

Nothing like being fucked
by a depressed man, eh baby?

Keep me warm, keep me
warm, she says.

Keep her warm at night, ya
but in dreams, the light is snuffed.
The waterfall down, drowns the fire
because if it's dark, everything is quiet,
it's cold and I'm not sad, just dead.