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[Neonurotic]

Pixel Puzzle

Ego follows you one byte
after the other, leaving a static
IP number wherever you go

The Internet doesn't revolve
around you so why hide behind
that pixel face?

The one where you made hex designs
out of parts, puzzles
of who you really are

Every time you power down there's always
a piece left behind. Maybe someone
will put them together after you're gone

 

[Neonurotic]

Numb

The corner of his lip twitches
into a crooked smile
A momentary lapse in synapse?
A mar on a cool facade?
Wherever.

The heat of him isn't behind his eyes,
the skin is just a shell.

Write a 'scrip, Doc.
Ya, ya that's it.
It reads:
this is a fix, a fix,
got to have it to function.

Everything's all right,
Copacetic 30mg.
The numbing self-injectable
burns frayed nerves.

This will do ya
this will do ya

Don't worry about the fire,
no one's really home anyway.

 

[Neonurotic]

Diète au lait

There is nothing in my stomach
but I sip on cool words
without cream or sugar

I've always liked iced frappuccinos
day or night, it suppresses
an appetite

The deep down growl
of caffeine fix worn off, makes me
order up one more cup

I like to stay hungry

 

[Neonurotic]

Offender

A notice came in the mail today
brought an evil stench
a little closer

It followed, trailing after
couldn't escape
the mugshot
the cold look staring back

I tried to seal off the cracks
but there is no denying it
it curled under the door

It stinks, can't cover it
or hide it
There's nothing
I can do about it

Just wait, re-offend
and see what happens
it won't be only me
it will be everyone
all who live around you

nothing gets neighbors
together than watches
real threats
vigilantes dig holes

Shit can be rid of
disposed, when its
buried six feet deep

 

[Neonurotic]

Switch

Her job has her on edge,
"Do this, do that;
keep your mouth shut,
no one gives a shit, get to work."

Role reversal with a
wicked half grin.
She loves power play
controlling the how and the when.

Doubt if anyone could say
she's a lady, nothing like one
sporting her strap-on.

That double-headed silicon hammer
smacks my ass
while she fucks like a man,
the man, her man.

It's her favorite game
some days it's mine too.
The devil's pleasure is
release, she gets to work
and I come easy.

 

[Neonurotic]

About a Banana

You come from Mexico, Guatemala
tempting me with your luscious
hot sun tropical skin

your warm scent makes
my stomach growl because
I've had you before
because you taste that good

Can't wait to peel you,
lay you bare for incisors, swallowing
you whole without chewing

Easily, I could do this now
not shamed for wanting
but that's indecent at the produce stand

Instead, I will bring you home
pour caramel, brown sugar
Foster you tonight for dessert

I'll let you stay for the morning
after, treat myself
slice you up for my cornflakes

 

[Neonurotic]

A Morning Love Poem

It's been awhile since pink and purple
touched the sky, all too busy
driving at night to notice the morning

She is lovely, she is and I sigh
curl around her, breathe honeysuckle vines
glad this day starts here

We hush talk into each other's mouths
make plans of three turning into four
we hope the sun shines

I write poems for her, reminded
there may be many muses, but she
is the one I see first

 

[Neonurotic]

I'm going to have to take a month to read and re-read these poems. I love that you've archived them into one thread. Yummmy Jami-san poetry!

I had to look who posted to see you did. haha. A lot of crap, but still mine.

It's kind of interesting, the reading. I remember where I was on every level when writing them. I mean the situation, thought/feeling, skill level and am put right back then there.

 

[Neonurotic]

An intermission from 30 in 30 comes What Color is Your Challenge:



moonstruck

torn awake with tremors of a black dreary
to something just as bleak, more clinical than not.
i try to remember this isn't home, but it's been
sixty-six days with many more left to pass.
after night comes light and it is then a vast blue
through a small window brings the sun. its rays
leave a pool where cats and i are drawn.
this yellow is a better memory minder then pills,
making a dreaded remainder a bearable fight.

 

[Neonurotic]

Femme à La Carte

She wore viscera wrapped
around her neck
innards like a feather boa
and we shared her taste in design
black tie and her entrails.

He and I dined on vichyssoise
of our fresh kill
The wine flowed blood-red
into our goblets
one drip to the last drop

Of course we glutted on the main course
skipped the fish, had the meat
but saved room for dessert
sweeter than any crème brûlée

We sixty-nined on the table
all legs, cocks and tongues
took turns, who sucked, who fucked

Never again can she say I don’t
appreciate her Sunday night dinners
or the company she invites

I had her and him and him and him too

 

[Neonurotic]

I can’t stop staring

The sun bakes, cracks the earth in two
while haze swelters on the horizon, refracting
double images seen with squinted eyes.

You walk by shirtless
kicking up red dirt clouds.
I wonder where you are going, but mostly
where you've been.

Baja, Guadalajara or Tampico?
Maybe you were in Belize
drinking Dos Equis,
white sands between your toes.
The grit in your smile turns heads

Hard muscle packed in tan skin.
Long lines stop at a silver buckle,
but my imagination follows through

and my tongue slides
along carved edges,
tasting salt off the rim.

You step over the border
with sweat dripping down your back
and I can’t stop staring.

 

[Neonurotic]

Other Side of Adam

Over night, sweet water froze
into black glass, hazy mirror
revealing nothing more than
a little lost id and empty skies.

This I've seen before in dreams
or nightmares, either way
it's still a winter wasteland
where northern jet streams
blow desolation further west.

Here I walk barefoot,
forgetting numb, leaving
smudged prints of my life
closely followed by a reflection
I don't want to recognize.

 

[Neonurotic]

Whorrible Story

"Vision Thing" plays on the radio while he tunes-up my Jag. He's crude, leering with one eye through a nicotine haze, telling me about Thai whores doing everything. He grins with sharp yellow teeth detailing every fucking thing in Bangkok, quite literally, banging cock. How things were in the Land of Smiles, that really the girl's happiness was all him. Then he, sons-of-bitches, slipping a wrench, bleeding redneck red. All I can do is agree with Sisters of Mercy's sing-song wail, it's a small world and it smells bad and wish the hell out of here… sha-la-la-la.

 

[Neonurotic]

Arachnid Nights - a pantoum

Spider light has them creeping,
inching closer, cross the floor
dimness drawing verse the light,
opposite the crawlies and the flyers.

Inching closer, cross the floor,
silent, they come on tip toe,
dimness drawing verse the light,
I watch them from my chair.

Silent they come on tip toe
their intentions clear: hide, wait, feed,
I watch them from my chair
though fearing me, they scurry.

Their intentions clear: hide, wait, feed,
inching closer, cross the floor,
though fearing me, they scurry,
spider light has them creeping.

 

[Neonurotic]

Café Au Lait Ghazal

She always passed Café Du Monde while I drank my coffee,
sometimes stop, talk, flirt and of course have me buy coffee.

Then without asking if I wanted it, she gave me her number,
telling me she preferred beignets with no milk, "why coffee?"

"Why not? An insomniac poet's best choice is not beer or liquor,
it's blonde and sweet, my fuel to write, I need, don't deny coffee.

Without it, there are no words, the well dries and so will my cup
of joy. Then mon cheri, why would I want you? Comply coffee!"

"You love that café au lait more than you love me, oui Jamison?"
"There are other muses." She huffs, is gone and I drip-dry coffee.

 

[Neonurotic]

More from 30 Poems in 30 Days:



a perfect dollar

it's annoying
the stacking, aligning
arranging
who does that?

a crazy compulsive
that's who

count out change for tomorrow's latte
a dollar tip, always crisp
folded in half
no four quarters for her

it pays for a smile
and a hello, hot coffee
in a mug from home
rather than a styrofoam cup

obsessive, germ free freaks
need a 'good morning' too

 

[Neonurotic]

Brewing

Through smoke and arrogance
shadows lie low
creep closer

I can hear them coming
long before they smile
from canine to canine

Pretenses can't hide belly growls
once intent reveals in questions
mine rumbles back its answer

 

[Neonurotic]

Warm

The sun shines through the window,
catching hope in its ray.
It filters sad memories that rest,
center on my chest, it warms.

Today I am happy.

 

[Neonurotic]

Math Boy - aka Reese

Mussed up, dirty blond.
Sweat rolling from nape of neck,
spine and down.

No resisting it, curve over,
taste his surrender.
Such efforts are not in vain

I give in
I give in too.

 

[Neonurotic]

Ex-Girlfriend

To the parasite that rides my body:

It's time to go because your host
is used, there is nothing left for you.

You are fat off the adipose
that surrounds everything visceral
the heart, the brain.
Come back and the battle
within will only make me stronger,
build antibodies to antigens.
Leave, but the cells will remember
to recognize you, your manipulation,
fight off sycophants.

I will be immune.

 

[Neonurotic]

Chewed to the Quick

The haze burns off on another perfect day.
The sun is warm enough,
no chilly April breeze.
I could wear shorts, it's that nice.

But my hands are cold.
If they are, the rest of me is.
I wring them together,
try to bring the feeling back
as I've white-knuckled it while waiting.

I lied, I do chew my nails,
they're bit down to the quick.
Know this, this day is less than ideal
when worry about you clouds my head.

 

[Neonurotic]

a silver smile

i have a small scar
a half smile
Both are visual reminders
reinforced every morning
they tell me what bullets
and self-pity can do

6 years later, I'm glad
ichanged my mind rather than losing it

 

[Neonurotic]

Counting Lambs

Miss Cranky can't keep her baby blues
from seeing little lambs.
(babies count lambs not sheep)

Dainty girl, rosebud lips purse
and blow; she snores like me.
I wonder how much
she is me, eyes, nose and chin.

I used to cringe, pray she wasn't,
take after her mom instead
but now I don't.

She makes me believe, how little
she is, she makes me believe
I'm more than a man, I'm dad.

 

[Neonurotic]

A Thin White Line

Don't worry, we'll work it out
backtrack to the places we've been
where we last saw it
where it has been before

Nothing we've spent tears on, valued
is gone forever. Don't worry
I've held it in my left breast pocket
had it tied to my ring finger

Time and time is enough to remember
I'll want to retrace, recapture
what we lost with a thoughtless step

 

[Neonurotic]

Rebels on 50mm

Not one, but all of them
are rebels now
White petal daisy heads
strike their wild pose

I shoot every one charming
my macro lens
because none are the star

just James Dean
and he's only real on Super 8