Sick burn, dude!
What’s more,
the bear you know
or the man you don’t?
How many options
do you need?
With all my love,
the shoes fall less
when you don’t
toss them in the air.
You always
hit 10,000 steps.
It’s not sad!
That pain in my chest -
bronchospasms
and poor gas exchange.
Maybe I’m just
out of shape.
Say it! Do the thing.
Unless silence has worth.
Cheer up.
There's no shame
in playing the drum
hidden behind
the kitchen counter
until someone
plays along.
Category: Poetry
The poetic expression of my artistic and aesthetic pillars along with some choice mixed-media.
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Sick burn, dude!
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Absolution
That cozy winter cabin,
a black body
radiating what's left
of a dense blaze.
Resigned to bitter self-indulgence
for the sole purpose
of propagating selfness -
unalone
as long as possible.
What a dweeb,
I'd say,
peering past the porch.
The cello and violins
stopped fighting
and released a single note
devoid of tonality,
echoing engagement.
Left with
a brick to talk to
in the receding symphony.
A hearth stone you gave me,
knowing you'd be gone soon.
Smoke bellowed.
Ash on my face,
I wrap myself in coniferous
fumes.
Hoping to rekindle -
gentler -
to feel goosebumps
lured into a brazen reach
for your vibrant light.
Oh word?
I didn't ask for gym motivation,
you fucker.
I didn't ask for batting practice.
It's a rest day anyway.
Wake to our nights
and spark into ecstasy.
Or one night:
I'd chop wood into
the cold, brisk dawn
for a final gasp,
for farts and giggles.
Fuck it, use me. If meaning
nothing
means anything.
Stand on the rungs
of my emotional scaffolding.
Reconcile your
devastatingly romantic
shituationship.
At least hang
this wrought iron up
when your done. -
Antecedent
I live
with the confidence of death,
certain I arrive on time.
I only hope she's not late again. -
Nutso
Music by Hozier – That You Are -
Franken Berries
From lackadaisical
slumber,
she wipes sleep
into attentive weariness.
Rods and cones hungry
for dual energies.
Sloughing dispassionate dreams
into an imposing quiet.
Chirping from the live wire.
A big bronze bull
stampeding air.
She pulls from
tight stiffness
with crackling dendrites.
I’ll take her to church. -
Crik
Word,
my deep and meaningful
commitment to spite.
Well
aren’t you a big ‘ole
breath of fresh air.
Would
you like to fuck around
and find out?Welp,
I ‘spose.
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Twofers | HnH
What is to give light must endure burning.
Viktor Frankl
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