all of a sudden passion suddenly

[4degrees]

a breeze
of discontent
whistles thru
that hole

turn up my
forgetter
on hi
making the term
'empty head'
valid for now

give me the
clockwork orange treatment,
baby
fill that space
with something sticky
while i stroke away
my angst.

 

[Guest]

because you are so predictible
like the weather

today it was gray
and tomorrow it will be too
there won't be a drizzle
even if rain was forcasted

there won't be, I know it
just like I know you

 

[4degrees]

no
rain
fragmented
knowledge
i
have
possession
again
i
was
thoroughly
broken
one
day
ago

slid into
something handy
that fixed me
right up.

my most precious gem is
nothing but
a dull piece of gravel
in your shoe.

 

[Angeline]

Consonants blend, color meaning.
Digraphs roll along word wheels
rattling green as new growth. Here,
I can show you how doors open
galaxies in a sprawl of symbols.

Store them in your imagination
like acorns in a hollow tree trunk.
Fill the blank gaps of winter
with promises traced in letters
crossed and dotted. Seasons
will pass behind the blue canopy

in each blink, open dawning skies
of understanding that possibility
is conquered by giggles, swallowed
sweet as ginger ale, and captured
in your small hand turning the page.

 

[4degrees]

scratching away
bit by bit
from the
happy facade

the
lovely
exterior
is tarnished
as i
rake across
leaving a
trail along
a pasty
tasty
underbelly
of a
parasite who
lost.

 

[annaswirls]

the numbers on the calendar blur down to days of thee week

wednsday I slept
thursday woke up to silence

I push through to the aniversary one poem at a time
unil they stopped motherfucker

 

[Dar~]

Confusion overrides displacement
help me, find me, hold me
Look in my eyes see the real me
I'm trying so hard to help you
I want you to know me
I needed your love
Why did you leave me
Endings, beginings, unanswered prayers
Confusion overrides displacement
I know, my mind's a mess
Tellme, what you know is best
Questions, answers, unanswered prayers
why, tell me why you're just standing there
Help me, find me, hold me tigh . . till I can't
breathe

 

[Guest]

hey you
did I ever tell you
that rainy nights in Seattle
are good to walk in?

you get to know a city
by it's smell

shuffle along Pike's Place
the open market
tells you where they make fish fly

around the corner
used to be a place that made
red beans and rice

I drooled and had a home there
but it's closed now

a methadone clinic
kitty-corners
it's vapors are cigarettes
puke and cold coffee

way off, the bakery
bakes bread all night
sour dough and rye

down the street, underground
flesh perverts get tits and ass
go to gay bars and bd clubs
everything reeks of sex

and I've nick-named
it Cum Avenue

these are places only locals know
which give smelly evidence
of the day, mostly stink of sin

but the rain washes it away
for tomorrow

 

[Dar~]

Mistakes, confusion
The lies I have told
Mysterious illness numbs the mind
Sometimes its an answer,
Sometimes its not
Delving under deception
find the new truth
a riddle a pathway
find all the right clues
one by one
this lie is gone
find the layer that shines
Thruth
Personalities
Human
unique individual
no more prejudices
No more anonymity
Raw truth
Hidden feelings, erased
uplifting
love

 

[4degrees]

champ's arcade
down on first street
where i met
'gorgie'
and she
scored me
some
'chiva'
then ripped me off
the following week
cause i
always get
too greedy
needy
shot out
and shot down
on first street
took it back
to the tent
did my dope
the money spent
and i'd hafta
go make more
makin' copies
to trade
so i could die some more.

 

[annaswirls]

unfold and turn the instruction manual of what it is we used to do to turn each other

on

sweedish german korean italian spanish french so many words and characters I do not understand

not in this lifetime

the one we found ourselves together

it is one of those things you have to play by ear, by heart
no ikea diagram can get it back together

 

[Maria2394]

get serious

i set aside time............for poetry
with intentto write something nearly profound
and the notebook I took with me
into the garden, is now
covered with soul and cast aside
alone on the swing while I kneel
into the earth, not very worried
about writing anything
much less anything profound

 

[SeattleRain]

stopping to view those yellow tulip flowers, petals reflecting diamond drops

that was yesterday i dared not touch

now petals are falling or fallen, exposed sexual organs burning in the sun wilted
brown petals

and I hae not rised to the point where I can smile at the memories of the day I stopped to love

accepting the end of another season another beautiful life

I am not there

i pull the strings of memory trying to cinch it back together

picking up the petals rebuilding what has passed


it doesnt work it doesnt work it doesnt work

one of these days I will figure it out
but not today

 

[4degrees]

one of these days
one of these days
one day
maybe
soon
gazing up
at yellow moon
all will be
forgotten
aside from
who i fucked
today.

the recollections
collected
collage
depicting my
self seeking
stagecraft
not crafty
at all
as i dredge
through
hollow soul.

 

[SeattleRain]

maybe souls are meant to be hollow
merging with others like soap bubbles
not filled and rigid
requiring consumption for a merge


the sphere grows outward


maybe a hollow soul is how they are meant to be


my soul feels heavy today
fucked too many times
one of these times it will sag
stretch
break

 

[Guest]

kinesthetic learner
you will never know
by sight alone

feel that corner stone
everything you need to understand
starts from there

the base is a fundamental tool
and it's required to stroke
to get the knowledge you seek

lessons are taught hands on
learn by doing
none of them are easy

it helps if you study hard
cram sessions all through night
are fully ambidextrous

because there is a final
no multiple choices
test of true or false

this teacher always prefers oral

 

[SeattleRain]

thie teacher always preferred
the essay

open ended
nothing black and white
no limits of choice

take it where you want it
written or oral
make it up as you go
somewhere in the middle
make me forget the question

 

[SeattleRain]

the man prefers a single blade
a single hand for leverage

as is his

 

[flyguy69]

The single man prefers
a blade, honed for trimming
excess that pads the life
of matrimony, thick in the middle.
But what purpose
exposed bone? Dazzling rigidity
with marrow unsucked?

 

[4degrees]

incessant
need to drag you
down into the
mud with me
wrestle around
some
trace your
cheekbones
with my
finger
lap at your
bodyart with
my forked
tongue


indelible
and imprinted
on the inside
of my
eyelid.

 

[annaswirls]

ask me anything
he says


his silence answers
except that

 

[4degrees]

use it
oh fuck do i
ever
a quick
revolution
and again
i maintain
my
guilt
miss
user
mismatched
trashed
and under
a raincloud
loving it
every hot
acidic drop
that this
dreary
sky can piss
on me.

 

[annaswirls]

step up tp the line
identify yourself
turn
good good
that will do

tell me good sir
can you identify me
by throat alone?

do you have anything to claim

make it dance for me little fuck
come on baby make it dance
like a marshmellow on a string
mouth open and bob for those apples

god they should have known what I would become
I could always sink my teeth in
even when someone else was holding
the
string


make it dance baby
tell me iti s all about me

 

[annaswirls]

my rain drops down your skin
stealing heat as it rolls...
leaving behind a trail of shivers
next drops return your heat
come on baby make me some more


who dares to try to convert this whore
dont tell me I am something else
something better
this is all there is to hold
hands slip
fall

no excuses

 

[4degrees]

hand held
feeling
the slippery
slickish
slutish
abject
object
making it more than
intense and
heated
fucking carrot
or marshmallow
or whatever
abstraction
i can extract
myself from
can't you see
motherfucker
that i
love the
pain?

i mean rain.