all of a sudden passion suddenly

[vampiredust]

Transition

Miss you
a woman mouths, bus
swiftly leaving the station,
her lover not noticing

the words disintegrating
into vapour. 9.30 am
my watch states, before
promptly dying again.

Cans of Coke and Sprite
play tag on the pavement,
avoiding the rubber skirt
of the sweepers machine.

Buses come and go, part
of me still at the station
a week later, waiting
for it to develop.

 

[vampiredust]

The Bleat

You, or maybe I,
heard the smoke detector
bleating this morning.
Perhaps it had caught

a whiff of some wandering
smoke atoms in its plastic
nostrils, or captured one
half of a love letter

written in an Indian smoke
signal. I cannot be sure.
Could the explanation
be in our pockets?

the cinders from last night's
arguments still smoking,
getting ready to set us
alight again.

 

[TrtlDuhv]

Taking a leaf off your mouth,
I would hush my finger gently
against your lips, hum
a song of pristine cadence
and made up words for you

to populate with poetry
of your inner eye. It doesn't matter
what you say or what faces glow
on the back of your lids. I know
that on a silent Saturday like now,
a quiet murmur can be just enough
to fill up the world, and that I have
a part in this script,

leaning a weary head
against your arm and letting you
borrow my voice, not for speech
but for presence to dress
with every notion under the sun.

Sounds like a romantic prayer.
Nice pen with a sensual rum burn,
for the aftertaste.

I like.

 

[RhymeFairy]

slow steady hand, leading.
spread from raptures ground.
fertilization, womb, milking.
slick, wet hood. nice
and easy, till the mood
changes. grasping for air,
energized by elated thrills.
a tingling, hangmans noose.
feel the burn. feel
hungry claws, clamping
biting back to front. welts
form into morse code
commands. more

more

 

[vampiredust]

Poem

April. Rapeseed blooms,
turning the landscape
into swathes of primrose
yellow. I am walking
along the road leading
into town, following a bus
sniffing the road like a wolf
hunting for lost sheep.
You are on there, at the back,
and I feel your scent.
Hungry, I want to chase you,
tear off your meat,
getting at the softness inside.

 

[RhymeFairy]

I live

for this moment when you
run, I follow. searching
for meaning, behind the curtain
of what, and how comes. Tell me
to get lost
disappear from distant memories,
I drudge up and spit

in your face. I remember all too well
the love, passion. Lust
that dripped in and took shape
of fountains fumbling down
tender tendons that touched
my heart with greed for a moment, a few
more seconds of loves, lost play.

Would it be the same,
knowing you stumbled
failed to see the road signs
of a few more days, weeks.
Till together has us cocooned
in climatic passion
and loves, lethargic womb.

A move, step forward
and all will be worth the wait. No,
not you. I ramble on in hatred
of the road you chose, the path
you plummeted till all,
to us, was lost
or is it? Forgiveness

has two sides
one who forgives
and one who loves
without thought
or reservation. I love,
only to limp along and try
to make sense, of this moment. I
live and am happy to know

you are in the same universe as I,
steady paces and pre-designation
in mind. My place or yours. All is fair
in love and war, or so
they say ...

 

[vampiredust]

Sketches

There are failed experiments
in my notebook: fishing hooks
for noses, cracked moons
for faces. Somewhere near

the bottom of this graveyard
is a portrait of a man I once knew,
waiting for a jolt of electricity
to wake him up, his arms tied

down with ropes leading straight
into the bottom of my heart.
I won't cut them. I am his eraser,
he is my straight line to rearrange.

 

[RhymeFairy]

does passion rule your pen. or
do tendencies to stalk, climb
your pant leg while your galloping
hormones head south for a bit
of southern comfort, to ease
tease, your mind. step up,
one and all. he's arrived,
and feelin' fine. so ... fine.

...

 

[sellthecookie]

diminishing returns

There are so many beautiful people in the train
some grip the handstraps too tight
some chase the whizzing skycrapers outside
some feign sleep, some yawn too much
some read lips, read menus, read the signs, read litanies,
read backwards, some suit
themselves. And then there are those who feel crammed,
robbed of breath
& legroom, while some feel
alone. Malthus was wrong.

 

[darkerdreamer]

cocaine supernova monorail
hurdling onward lightspeed
reckless death box shining blinding
faster, faster, faster
screaming madness at
passerbyers and pedestrian sideliners
eating up track like crazed
cannibals chomp chomp chomp
faster faster faster
shaking trembling moaning
groaning metal on metal
friction sparks light on dark
on black smashing toward
end of line signs
fasterfasterfaster
amber warning lights
turned to lines
flying by hyperspace
screensaver-esque
exploding to the
other side of
signs
stop.

 

[vampiredust]

Mushrooms

Spring.
The swollen heads
of mushrooms
colour the corners
of the garden
burnt ocher, warm
ginger. They wait
for moisture to rise
through their boneless
bodies, when they
will release their spores
onto the wet, female,
earth.

 

[champagne1982]

Daylight Savings Comes Early

Would a crocus bloom so soon
because mankind can see the sun
before the moon sets? Tulips
rest in their beds and hyacinths
still sleep, the snow blankets
the wintry garden until it's time.

The buds still nod their heads
in time with a slower rhythm
of birdsong still unsung and nests
not feathered. Breath held, frost
suspended, we wait for flocks
and the Beaver River break up.

And the eastern farmers' cows
will low with the first pangs
of laboured birth. The sunbeam
through the dusty windows
of the barn a welcome ray of heat
that falls on spring's newborn eyes.

 

[sellthecookie]

Commodities

milk comes
in cartons, while
shampoo, in bottles,
clear-glassed and bubbly, full
of promises of straightened
hair, shiny ego. yesterday a size

zero model winked
at me and my cat
whose whiskers were singed
from a petty arson
yet to come.

Bottled fear & prettified
hopes, carted off
to willing households, itchy
for surface tension. this
is what happens when static
snow whispers
too loud on tv

 

[vampiredust]

Light

You have rented this house,
felt your way along every channel,
rafter, floorboard and kitchen
tile. Sinks have winced
when they felt your fingers
running across their metal.

Somewhere in China
they are learning to perfect
a method of bottling you,
somewhere in North Korea
they are learning to perfect
a method of releasing you.

We in the West have already
perfecting studying you
and are just waiting for you
to do the same for us.
Our bodies lie naked, stripped;
each chest humming a perfectly
pitched thrum to get your attention.

 

[annaswirls]

he says dig into the mine of your experience!

(pass the burts bees lip balm)
and let the words slip over the wax wax wax and piles of rubble
twist the plastic strips that hand from my handlebars
pardon me sir
while I muddle through the rubble
your metapohor has been rejected
please feel free
to purchase
a copy
of my good and plenty of plenty of rocks on my pile, gomer

 

[sellthecookie]

Travelogue

3:21
am.
the Homo Erectus crossed
the street,
toed the lines, super
-fragilely, fatalistically flirted
with safety.

And, upon reaching
the Other
side,
became a misnomer

 

[annaswirls]

3:21
am.
the Homo Erectus crossed
the street,
toed the lines, super
-fragilely, fatalistically flirted
with safety.

And, upon reaching
the Other
side,
became a misnomer

!!!!!!!!!
did he mis nome the homo
or erectus? oh the possibility
in this
thank you for the laugh
and the circus train of images
from the Other side
!!!!!!!!

 

[vampiredust]

Everything Ends Here

The highway stopped
a few miles back,
Buffalo skulls marking
its end.

Cactus needles litter
pavements, spat out
by crows getting drunk
on their juice.

In the town's only bar,
stars arm wrestle, pick
up cattle and draw maps
directing visitors
to the underworld.

There are no police here.

 

[vampiredust]

In The Valley Of The Dead

In my neighbourhood,
crows are more respected
than the police.

Skinheads nod politely
and lift their caps
whenever one passes,
old women offer crumbs.

At Halloween, children
hang the bodies of lynched
policemen on tree branches.

The dead pull back their skin,
bow, and say welcome.

We do this every year.

 

[tungtied2u]

the broken branch hangs
twisting in the breeze,
snapped, separated from sustenance
he rots from inside out
clinging as fibers split one
by one, awaiting nature's vagaries
to blow him away

 

[4degrees]

In The Valley Of The Dead

In my neighbourhood,
crows are more respected
than the police.

Skinheads nod politely
and lift their caps
whenever one passes,
old women offer crumbs.

At Halloween, children
hang the bodies of lynched
policemen on tree branches.

The dead pull back their skin,
bow, and say welcome.

We do this every year.

sexy poem christian.

 

[sellthecookie]

Table for Two








They used too much spare-nothing bleach on the tables
again. The guy wiped them with his rag a billion times,
freed a genie. Or mined a mirror. Neither would testify
what had happened.


There were the elbows a while ago. And spilled
salt. Penciled chances. They were there alright,
muddying the tables, wobbling them glad. (One remained
still, spacious as the aboriginal plateau, the perfect lookout
for invaders & astronomical marvels
too shy.)


It rained tables tonight. Big, heavy, riddled
ones, with starved paths.
Such a near-life accident.

 

[vampiredust]

Disruption

Our messages have been disrupted,
my love. A 101 error.
We will communicate without wires,
tie words to a pigeon's leg, carry
them on bats' backs, rewrite scripts
and change protocols.

Light carrying data will be redirected
in this void that separates us,
each word entering a router clicking
between the walls of your heart,

coming back to me via your eyes.

 

[darkerdreamer]

Disruption

Our messages have been disrupted,
my love. A 101 error.
We will communicate without wires,
tie words to a pigeon's leg, carry
them on bats' backs, rewrite scripts
and change protocols.

Light carrying data will be redirected
in this void that separates us,
each word entering a router clicking
between the walls of your heart,

coming back to me via your eyes.

Absolutely beautiful.

 

[skittles_lm]

In the darkness there are no lies
only you and your
thoughts
words
actions
and me and mine
separated only by
the thinnest of spaces
we coincide once
and again
dreaming together
as it should be
in the dark