Saturday, June 27, 2015

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 13

 

June 27th, 2015  13) Two Wrongs

it was dark
but you saw me
murder

hiding some
accursed cadaver
while I was

to be your 
contractual escape
now banished

as the hunchback to
the bells
all for

a difficult situation

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 12

 

June 26th, 2015  12) Squint

the projection out of focus
though functionally absurd
may seem unhappy

but gladness is found
stitched in chromosomal song

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 11

 

June 25th, 2015  11) Untitled

the thick distance mutes your charm
growing as barnacles on the morsel ship

what perversity is this?

to meet you would be slippery
when I could not survive the fall

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 10

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June 24th, 2015  10) Heatstroke
 
I love you, in some heatstroke way
but you view me ill, quarentined
in celestial emotion
orb crushing sphere
embrace becomes murder
so I ask you to live long

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 9

 

June 23rd, 2015  9) Electron

bipolar, obsessed 
spinning from one atom
to another

destroying bonds as quickly as formed
faithless to those you come with

your arrival is deliverence,
naked

your departure is torment,
flayed

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 8


June 22nd, 2015  8) Ambition

The throat is ambitious with dreams of swallowing,
while determine to retch up what isn't working

yet finds itself powerless, even gutless
in being airtight, choking

the activities society leaves for freaks

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 7

 
 
June 21st, 2015   7) Atonement
 
Peaches rotting in the fruit bowl
await atonement for the conquest 
of their rival
 
existence is spreading of seed
but requires consumption
 
in nature there is no foregiveness

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 6

 

June 20th 2015  6) Predator

The weekend makes for a poor caregiver
looking for parties, friends, concerts,

liquor, drugs, sex
which leaves carelessness on the
hollow brim

of the zero fucks given

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

100 Poems in 100 Days Part 5

 

June 19th, 2015 5)Lovesick

Oftentimes a heart becomes the knife's sheath
mistakenly the shelter for the crime

in this intimate hangover the body
retches all good feelings
holding tightly to the hilt

when the backwards assassin
rips forth the blade from its sheath
steel's reflection is freed

but you must first let go