30 Poems in 30 Days

[vampiredust]

25

This is what we will all become

Streetlights flap their orange
wings whenever birds settle
down on their verdigris spines.

Sheets of newspaper perform
magic tricks, styrofoam cups
contort bodies. Rain particles

clap, whispering this is what
you will become as they slide
down drains. Unseen bonds laugh.

 

[loserstyx]

8-11

who would have thought
that I would have ever been able
to actually hit the double digits,
I've entered unchartered territory
at least as far as I'm concerned.

 

[vampiredust]

26

And The Stars Flood Fields

For My Lover

Stars flood fields. Newborn
trees bend their necks
to watch the descending
constellations. And we
lie like sunken alligators
in the mud, waiting for them
to pass. The light we are
producing will make them
jealous.

 

[loserstyx]

8-12

My mind is blank,
this slate would stay white
if only I had nothing to say.
I find myself writing
even when I sleep,
when I drive, when I shower,
it never stops, but when I have time
to scribe it all in pictographic images
translated into words,
my mind is blank.

 

[vampiredust]

27

Evidence of the Afterlife

Whilst waiting to be called
for an interview, I notice
the sepia dresses of old
newspapers unpeeling

layers of mothballed
truth from biblical typefaces.
Bury me in Courier,
Helvetica, Times

New Roman. Shroud
me in the mundane,
let me feel its light
with my fingers, warming

bones and skin
slowly falling earthwards.

 

[loserstyx]

8-13

I'm taking a buy today
because all I have to say is:
today I vacuumed up all the
perfect keepsake hearts,
the "I love you"'s and other parafinalia
that was spilled on my floor all those months ago.
I finally feel clean.

 

[vampiredust]

28

Blood Fugitives

There are blood fugitives
visible in the tracks
of my palms. You see
them stooping

besides sweat droplets,
glints of murderers
and conmen flashing
in sunlight. Late at night

I hear dogs chasing
these wanted men,
the sound of iron clamoring
to be free, to be truly free.

 

[loserstyx]

8-14

I raise the hammer

ring!

the sound reverberates off the cavern walls.
Lit by the dull glow of the fire

ring!

The carbon begins to crack on the metal.
"Back into the fire with you."
The fire raises into a glowing sun
as the metal is placed within it's womb.
Minutes later the glow is perfect
and out it comes.

ring!

Its shape reveals itself in the shape of a U.

ring!

ring!

ring!

spoosh!

Another Horseshoe is added to the pile

 

[vampiredust]

29

Poem

Rain forms impressions
of last night's dreams
onto the pavement,
picked up when clouds

snuck inside the inner
chambers of the ear
and climbed up to the
bird's nest of the brain.

We watch the images
drift away, wanting
to touch. Only its smell
lingers afterwards,

a lifelong perfume
helping to form rain
when it dies. This is
the frankincense of God.

 

[vampiredust]

30

The Loneliness of Motorways

Cars parade headlights
on an empty stretch
of motorway. Rabbits

lie in bunkers, waiting
for a group of foxes
to pass. Their noses

are pressed to earth
like metal detectors.
I am in a room fifteen

miles away thinking
of her, wanting cars
to crash, foxes chase

warmth away, letting cold
escape from its bolthole.
Each pore on my body

commands it to chill them,
remove this pressing heat,
never wanting its return.

 

[loserstyx]

9-1

A Glimpse of Me
She returned to this decrepit city last night
and for some reason I slept better then I have in recent memory.

I am no philosopher, but when I think of the soul,
perhaps it is the connections that we have with one another.
When she is gone it feels as if I am not wholly here,
as though a piece of me has been removed though I never realized it.
But as she moved closer those ethereal strands began to mend
and this city no longer feels so desolate.

It is strange, because when I'm with her,
I am completely there within that moment.
I have no future or past, only the present.
It is as though I am complete and content, but only in those moments.

And to tell you all the truth
I really do not even want to see her this time,
because she is going even farther away
and though I may be complete for an hour or a day
when she is gone I will still be only what I am right now.
When faced with being whole for such a small amount of time
I would rather skip it and remain like I am without having to realize
what I could be.

 

[loserstyx]

9-2

Apparition

Years ago, I was a child of 6
and he would visit me when I was nearing sleep.
This ghostly apparition made of:
bended light, shadow, and
the misguided thoughts of an over active imagination;
would enter my hallway and look upon me.
Silent and vigilant.

Only now do I see him as a guardian.

( a flower for you WSO for giving me the ABC idea )

 

[loserstyx]

9-3

Bastion
Belittling this simple misconception
that man is a social creature,
I decide to stay enclosed within these walls.
To tell the others that I have no time for them
and sit here within my bastion of self confinement,
whittling away into something that I never wanted to be.

 

[loserstyx]

9-4

Crimson

She said her name was Crimson
as she took my hand,
and off we went running down the beach front.
The sun was over head encased within crystal blue sky
as we crashed into the surf, her curled auburn hair
flowing toward me on the unseen currents of an eastern wind
was soon flowing over my face as she leaned down for a kiss.

Hand in hand she dominated me
and now I'm hers.

 

[loserstyx]

9-5

Detestable

I sat there upon the gravestone of
Jessica L. Osborne smoking my cigarette slowly,
waiting.

The words had been chanted,
the ritual blood rites were performed,
now all that was required was time.
I heard his moan and stood
as the ground before me began to move.
What arose was flesh 38 years dead.
As this detestable creature first gazed with his failed sight
I bound him to me,
my slave for all eternity, graced with undeath to enact my will.

( hehehe )

 

[loserstyx]

9-6

Entrenched

Today was like yesterday,
it was like the day before that,
and as those days before today
it was calm and lazy.
Then dreams of mine began to fade,
and my sixteen by twenty-five was invaded.

Is it so much to ask, not to be entrenched
upon this path that I so unwisely took?
From now on, I see that it is trust that will eventually fade.
Of all days, it was today that I realized that it will take much more
then I had thought to give to make my aspirations a reality.

 

[4degrees]

1-13 i think.

entrenched as it were
my lifeboat floated off
and left my heart ashore
while the real me drowns
you with 'i want more'

 

[4degrees]

13-2

from 50 yards my bad eyes
caught the emerald flowing
like a low quick cloud
over the polished marble
in a minute glimps she appeared
spectre-ish,only brighter
later then, i saw again
much closer this slender
creature, blending in with
the hues of cezanne'
or mattise, but with smooth
brushstokes of discipline
the man who wore her
cradling her tiny waist with
his arm, a silent 'she's mine'
formed overhead in a talk-bubble
that i'm sure others saw too
but not as i did
because her, in that dress,
elegant artist
painted me a day long poem
in two minutes.

 

[4degrees]

13-3

capitalize upon
isolation, my tendancy
tenacity to be viewed
while i stroke
these keys to a beat
sounding like fuzz to
anyone in the viscinity
the frequency cuts out
every now and then,
but between the dead
pan air i enjoy
my verbal
masturbation.

 

[sellthecookie]

1.


gerbera crisis


it could be a real flower
you give me, uprooted
from a planet, with dust
for soil, and grease for tears.
else, it is just me
whirling all along,
wrapped in pansies.

 

[4degrees]

13-4

daoist dieties
assigned duties
bronze hindu gods
worship atop their
pedistals
a living breathing
omnipotence
gazes into stoney eyes
Guanyin and Siva both
form a modest smile
we play the staring game
i am the first to blink.

 

[4degrees]

13-5

it was--in my mind--
me and you
totally
no matter what the names
or the quirky semantics
the fact of one
stacked onto the other
instinctual legos
not driven to procreate
more legos-
we aren't the breeding kind.

 

[4degrees]

13-6

for a time, all
was gold and butterflies
bees and swans,
and psyche
an era fell in love
with monolithic power
shortness of stature
not noticed
while time and again
battles against elements
were won, placement
and strategies likened
to these, unknown.
one day mother russia ate him whole.

 

[4degrees]

13-7

torn between the solitary
born again and sedentary
a dry cry of 50 foot want
complicated union
far past any infatuation
call me kokaschka
while i'm sucked inside
of romeo's blues
all smooth with glue
providing a small escape
beckman's jester sneers
waits for me to take
a step closer
to the carnival.

 

[4degrees]

13-8

uncoiling, snake like,
emotional reel and roil
self taught and sought
out some elysium
to no avail,
this now insensate
yet oh-so-touchy
thing, my hair trigger
constant contradiction
of blinding benediction
keeps me wistful
stuck in my deep space
mind travel.