Tag: wordpress poet

  • h i h

    Now and then?  
    More like: 
    
    all the time,
    
    everywhere,
    
    all at once. 
    
    That sounds like
    the most British thing 
    I've heard.
    The only thing, 
    honest, 
    and you should be
    honest.
     
    Tell me how to get
    there
    and I swear to you,
    by sould,
    by blood,
    by iron,
    we leave. 
    
    Well, did you find
    a bowl or not?
    Have you lost your mind?
    Your head sloshes
    full of soup.
    Consider that,
    your eye 
    half eaten by the falcon,
    Horus.  
    Maggots wriggling about
    the lens - 
    have you no shame? 
    Nothing to see here,
    not since I lost my eye,
    after all. 
    
  • Cheap talk

    What does that even mean?
    You cannot have your cake
    and have it eaten too. 
    It takes two to tango, 
    honey,
    and talk is cheap. 
    So, I speak by the hour,
    and pass collection 
    when the hook penetrates
    your soft, upper palate. 
    
    
  • better, then

    a cherished few return 
    

    Friend, I’m sorry, what even happened? Tolerable enough that "hey" would do.

    like a boomerang

    I cannot stay, only come back. Tell me what you need. A wax figure constant to the flame. How do you see fit?

    picking cherries out of life

    Husks on the ground, a shell of a man. The kernels rotten, ugly and obscene.

  • Close Your Eyes, Passerby

    Close your eyes:
    A tortuous path ‘round leaves,
    a smoky inhale,
    an acrid, honey exhale
    smiling sweet in the pane.
    It’s nice, they say,
    when your eyes open
    and that place you stay...

    The ocean at the end
    of the lane, 
    out there.
    Quietly waiting
    with the sun, we stare. 
    
    Digging my own grave
    inside a bottle of Jack.
    Living life worth leaving
    and it ain’t half bad.
    Kill me with a smile;
    never take it back. 
    
    Don’t know what’s waiting,
    passing through trees out there.
    A hazy, white wolf 
    with a welcome-home glare. 
    
    A knock at my soul
    hello to the ones who stay.
    Chilling with my friends
    fuck the rest away. 
  • Honest Tea

    Of all the colors counting
    my favorite one is you. 
    I couldn't be more happy
    if all the snacks were blue.
    Statistically speaking - tongue tied - 
    vomiting words, 
    but all completely true.