all of a sudden passion suddenly

[sellthecookie]

3 x 0


i am closing my shutter
on you, or else this over
-exposure will render us too
white, raw, the paint peeling off.
this spindly building i frame
in wide-angle has lost
its doors, now with corridors
unmanageable. i am at your rooftop
enjoying the view, the dark,
the casualties below, the until-
further-noticeness of it all

 

[vampiredust]

Salad Bar Blues

Lost my heart at the salad bar.
Toss it gently, removing any oil
still left inside.

 

[darkerdreamer]

Stick Poem (idea stolen from "Pick up an old poem" thread)

you
make
my
everything
hurt.
teach
me
to
return
the
favor.

 

[Guest]

The drive to work is one long
bumper-to-bummer mood.
Exhaust leaks

from my ears like it does
tailpipes, adding aggravation
to the pollution.

Then forgot,
brilliance slices through the smog,
pointing out today's perfect picture
on a start of an imperfect day.

 

[sellthecookie]

gravity


i am no alpha male, i drown
in your alphabet soup, caught naked
& lacking, with testicles soggy. i crunch
noodles the shape
of asterisks. semantic
cannibalism. but the word
is not flesh. it dilutes
readily. with limp arms,
and rusty nails, i dig
up your myths (penis envy
or peanut envy?) splash
then sleep.

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[4degrees]

semi consistant
imperfect persistance
resisting not a fleeting
invite of flesh, immesh
within a sanctified
sanctuary of daydream
bliss, avoid the mess
that sticks with intentions
past mentions of
follow through, and
implorable unkept
life & words, times
of my own undermined
means to an end
but always, i want
to begin
re begin, again
don't stop until you can't.

 

[tungtied2u]

maybe one day she will see
the moment for what it was, a lapse
in judgment, human frailty superceded
sound thought. events conspired
to overwhelm rationale, hurt

was the least of intention, betrayal
unconsidered, of a relationship
thought lost, only to surface too late
to avoid damage already sustained
while in ignorance of assumed devotion

no life preserver thrown, but a fig leaf
an offering not of salvation, but peace
and friendship, as I pray for understanding
forgiveness for temporary blindness
and hope for healing and peace

 

[vampiredust]

Hotel Review

Newlywed thighs
next door performed
Puccini. Nebulae
plugged themselves
on the horizon, eager
for a peek. Crickets
did a libretto. I removed
my singed body from
the bathtub in the morning.
Left a $50 tip for the maid.
The music here is great,
worth every cent.

 

[vampiredust]

Sacrifices

Oxygen is kept in clay
bowls on the kitchen
table, its soothing
vowels creating OOO's
underneath its skin.
Great Grandmother
waits until morning
to empty it over her skin.
Each pore opens up,
eager for the offering.
Cells dance, blowing
promises for the rest of us.

 

[Guest]

Once

Not once have I read
leave me alone because I'm happy.

Once he would have said those
words to anybody.

 

[wildsweetone]

Not once have I read
leave me alone because I'm happy.

Once he would have said those
words to anybody.

some things don't need saying out loud.
photos portray the glow
poetry gives muscle to the love.
those of us who have sight,
can see.

 

[sellthecookie]

rice heaven


there is dirt under
his fingernails of below
minimum wage.
he tastes them bitter: askew covenants
with fat landlords. he wakes up
before dawn, while night falls in his temple
of over-worked body.
a farmer with no proper land,
only knuckles peeled.
roosters whisper their litanies,
flap their clipped wings.

 

[sellthecookie]

Stalkers


step by step, we chase
each other, finger
anoints the light shoulder,
the upstairs lust, the heaving
ascent, and dank aftermaths
of one yet to be tagged. IT.
& then, our briefs pooling
around ankles, coiling us
into bleach-rinsed accomplices, while we
trip on our own devices.
i will not tire
of following your dots

 

[champagne1982]

intercellular conversation

there's the burr of digital stimulation
electronic current manipulation sending
signals that beg for an answer

stop and ponder the present
situation of the condition
of my infatuation with you

pick up the bundled instrumentation
and talk to me, grant an indication
that I've gotten through at last

and when you do, there's a celebration
of our conjugation at the aggregation
of your emotions with mine

 

[vampiredust]

Rain, O Rain

That year our crops failed,
my wife decided to marry
the rain in some vain hope
of ending its constant
presence over our fields.
I burnt the children as an
offering and scattered
their ashes over pavements.
A date was set one evening
that summer and we met
in an abandoned bandstand
in town. Thunder would be
our priest and I sat next
to the two witnesses:
snow and hail. Divorcing me
was easy - a quick flick
of the wrist. Marrying proved
difficult, so she opened her
mouth and he flooded inside.
Making love proved impossible.
My parents refused to believe
what we had done. Tractors
refused to start, cattle tutted.
Sunlight spilt over our fields
and my wife, still wet with rain,
slowly bore his child. A flock
of raindrops leaked from her thighs.
She wailed and imitated a mad
woman as I tried to mop them
up. A freak snowstorm came
that evening. I slept outside,
wanting to be drowned.

 

[RhymeFairy]

to post or not, that is the question ....

speak not

of the rain falling. thread worn
ghostly coverings
we like to call clothes.
dressed as I am
seeing bones dance
in the moonlight
pumpkin faced, shallow
nerves, edging out
like sheets in the wind.

speak not,

of the thunder
that calls out your name,
screaming to let go.
to be let go, free
from this imprisonment
you enslaved
this broken babydoll
into.

speak not,

of the snow covering
the sorrow. wall to wall,
spreading jamlike jasmine
in her place. waterfall
felonies
predict a cold,
distant future. red in color
to cover the shame
drifted apart from the others.
aloneness personified
perhaps, forever.

speak not,

of sunny days discovered
under a rock.
creating a magical euphoria
meant for two, no
... one. one can behold
not be held
by the same two
in one space
and time.

speak not,

of this. to do so
makes it real
and we know,
two can become one
just not, us two ...


...

 

[vanslyker]

I need circles
round, neverending
knowing where I'm going
where I'll end up

triganles confuse me
spread me wide
then cramp me at the tip

I like threads like this

 

[sellthecookie]

soup # 5


so you crave
for alkali love
and sulfur kisses
of others, having
had enough
of chocolate promises. their fast
food gourmet, instant noodle
and quickie salads, leaving
a bitter aftertaste
in my empty ceramic plate
with the bas-relief heart.

 

[RhymeFairy]

liquid lube spread

creamy soft,
like butterfly wings flapping.
surrounding my moistness.

slow, gentle as we go
trying to prepare
your landing strip

with an easy access
en - trance to probe
heavens paradise.


...

 

[sellthecookie]

ice age


hyper-solemn
like totem poles
with electric smiles
perpetual winks, entire
continents dissolving,
and oceans rising
up our feet, we
wait
for the kill. Damp knees, then
wet hips, then
soggy ribs, we wait still, cradling
a dying sun on our laps,
fossilized before its time, a trophy
for battles unspilled.
Finally, with submerged
hearts, we shiver,
and stutter
our i love you's
a little too late. all
that's left, a marrow-deep
wink.

 

[sellthecookie]

abstinence


we agree on not
plucking stars tonight,
they dangle heavy, like
mute piñatas, rigged
for somebody else's fun.


side by side, we sleep, yawning
out chasms on our palms, how we
itch to touch each other's damp napes
and brooks on our shoulder
blades. the lush landscapes
without maps.

tonight, when stars
are long-dead, we would have
forgotten the signals of decay
their love pulses. In the hurried
transmission of winks,
rusty flag gestures, the earthswells of the hip,
we grow
mute amid protests
of our lost limbs, stunned hearts

 

[champagne1982]

The most wonderous thing of all
is that I don't have cold feet
anymore. I once nearly froze
my feet, that hurt, and I thought
I'd be subject to walking on ice
blocks forever. That's not so.

Amazing what can happen
when a new outlet valve
is installed on your pump.
Voluminous flow restored,
and now, my feet
are too damned warm.

 

[vampiredust]

Mimicry

No matter how hard he tries, Cho
just can't get the shot right. Perhaps
it's the materials he's using. Maybe
he should try something else.
Porcelain for bone. Wood for flesh.
An echo for the gun. The real world
for bullets. Oldboy never had these
problems. Thirty two shots later
and he can't get the scene right.
All he hears is background noise:
a loud ringing in his ears,
as if someone else is adjusting
the carpentry inside his head,
refitting the set he's built for a different
purpose.

 

[vampiredust]

Upon Seeing 2008 Presidential Candidates on MySpace

Each JPEG mannequin
has been photoshopped,
rejigged for the I pwn
generation.

Forget Pokemon
cards or TMNT.

It'll be politicians next:
I'll swap my Obama
for your McCain.

Youngsters will swab
down walls, graffiti
over slogans with tat
bought from Ebay.

The following year,
you'll see everything
on sale for 50 cents.

I betcha