melting moment

down the nail-gnawed thread-bare staircase to the street.
where am i going which way do i turn?
to the end of the road,
to the lime streaked light smeared sun stained sky.
to the white steamy clouds that clump and curl space.

i lean into green quilted cushions
and let you draw me out like a thorn,
leeching all my bodies bad chemistry through your tounge.
the silence pouring in the open window
is composed into notes,
our fingers are soundless instruments
our eyes hum hymns of gibberish.
night coils up the slack behind the day going down,
so soon we are under the moon just like everything else.

removing our shoes we are icecubes at the melting moment
and soaking in the course tweed sheets
i open your mouth with mine.

Verse 33

I have met those
who picked up a bottle of beer
and decided to never put it down
and some folks who have
taken that eternal date
with the white lady

I got some friends
who took that trip to Jupiter
they say they wouldn't trade
the view for the world
and there are some good men
who can only relax with
hot tears rolling down their cheeks

And in my travels I've met
people with really odd names:
Citizen, Son, Daughter, Employee, Sergeant, Doctor
and some people who wouldn't dare
to breathe without asking Jesus first

And when I keep that secret to myself
I feel awful, I really do
I've actually been to the center of the universe
That's where I found you

An Arachnescent Star

I fell in love with the basement spider
Watching her spin her doilie web
Tip-tipping her little legs on the wall
I wished she'd wrap them around me instead
And I'd lay on the sheets with my head propped back
My eyelashes parted, and my hair all a mess
The air between us was thick with desire
She crawled to the edge of my bedrest
"Pretty thing," I said, "You don't have to come close
The poor girl would just die if we took it too far
Vixen fangs and long gentle legs
The moon lit her up like an arachnescent star

Now I won't try to say that I've never killed
A spider is a spider is a talented pest
But where is the threat in my Lovely's small fangs?
Where are the blades in her spinerettes?
A widow may poison, if only for spite
Recluses and Hobos are aggressive and threaten
But my little darling hardly has a bite
And with time she could weave us a heaven
Of gentle little threads that break and warp
At my touch, but keep my dear Beauty alive
Oh, I could never have her for my own,
But she's trapped me like a housefly

And gently tapping buggy feet
Will soon lure me to pleasant sleep
So she can spin my dreams into
Beautiful white dreams of passion
And when the morning sun is red
She'll weave me love songs by the bed
And if our love is good and true
What a beautiful web we'll fashion

But Darling, small, and brave and true
If I should tell the world of you
They'll think me mad, and in a fright
Might smash you at the very sight
And could I blame their instinct's fear?
Although you're gentle small and dear
It's human nature, truth of life
To live in fear and kill in hype

Verse 32

You remind me of
the freshman girl
from Dazed and Confused
with your big blue eyes
hanging like moons that
only illuminate peace lillies
and truth roses
and when they shine on me
I'm no longer that kid
throwing his long stringy hair
behind his ears, and
getting his ass kicked
by seniors,
but a lake, reflecting your peace
for anyone looking for some quiet

Delicate

Mister Melmoth has a past
and though I love him now
the rose in his lapel was once a seed.
And soon the flower withers dead
as Mister Melmoth too
but a moment of this grace is all I need.

He tells me that my hands
are much too delicate to long
to climb the iron fence around his heart,
but also says that I
should want a nicer cheek to kiss.
All while his face hangs like a piece of art.

But these are the only lies his little mouth could ever tell
And if secrets are for keeping, I will let him keep them all
Because no matter how it grew, whether by saints or fiends of hell
I love that little heart he holds behind his steely wall
And I love his weathered mind, just like that rose in his lapel
Whether still thorned or with its petals poised to fall

But Mister Melmoth has a past
And though I love him now
His heart has beat in places I shall never know
And he tells me that my mind
is much too delicate to long
to know of where his past selves used to go.

But he also says that I should want a nicer cheek to kiss
and if secrets are for keeping, I will let him keep them all
Mister Melmoth has a past, and though he thinks I'll die of this
I'm sure we neither see the edge from where I'll fall

Love Poem 27 & 28

27
You are one of the this world's simple pleasures
like the Beatles on a Tuesday morning

28
I was amazed but not surprised
when the sliver of sun
escaping through the clouds
shone down only on the spot
where we lay
and it enveloped us
in it's halo like form
like God was putting
gold stars by our names
to reward us for our
perfect moment together

And when the snow poured from the sky
It covered you like frosting
but you still stood out
against the vast white canvas
the closest thing to an angel
that has ever kissed me,
A classic Grecian statue
with her porcelain legs
hiding under slender leggings,
spread her wool wings
to reach my hands
and she locked my fingers in hers
pulling me into her divine imprint
in the snow,
gorgeous but lacking,
I embraced her, sharing
all the wisdom that
I had stumbled upon
and kissed the warmth
back into her numb red
nose and cheeks

Sometimes I let myself down

The only times I feek like a failure
Is when I have literature, busting out at the seams
of my brain
Yet, I'm too ME to let any of it out

Work In Progress

Yeah, this poem is still a work in progrss but I really wanted to get some feedback, so if you read it leave a comment and let me know what you think please?

After she had calmed fown
From finally being able to admit to someone
How cheated she felt when they used her
I admitted to her that I was a hack
Or I suspected I might be
Like a cynic who shrugs off Tao
as if it's an obnoxious mosquito
I had given up on changing the world
And had since been using my words
To try to convince girls I'm something
That they should be interested in

When I woke up I saw the sun wasn't coming out today
But everyone, sometimes, needs to lock the door
And stare past their wall, while letting all the excess
Seep out of their naked pores, and I do understand
But if the sun wasn't going to make the effort, neither was I
So I lay flat on my back, every now and then peeking over my sheets
To see if maybe your priorities had brought you to my side of the creek
But you are older and wiser, and working with what you are given
And I knew you were the only one who could help me through this
So I keep reaching out, only to get my hands chapped and dry
But I'm trying I guess, and I keep a few extra pens in my pocket
Just in case

aggregation

i.
i fell asleep choking
on waterfalls. a girl
gave me twelve good
reasons not to smoke.

so i swallowed two
butterflies and i
told her "true love
knows no bounds."

ii.
i am turning yellow
again now that rain
drops beat my window.
once i drowned near

nirvana and they
didn't find my
body for something
like lifetimes.

iii.
a young gentleman
asks if i am a
writer of haikus.
we both burst

into flames and i
notice how his lips
feel pressed against
my eyelashes.

iv.
each streetlight is
a work of art. every
gravel road writes
its own manifesto.

sometimes i wish i
could swallow this
place whole, just
so i never forget.

screaming-red leaves
fall to the ground like paper slips from anxious branches
and tall autumn trees
lean toward me in excited poses
like pictionary players in a fall-themed room

and that's when I notice that the sky is moving
and the clouds are playing charades with me
and it's three words
first word
sounds like heaven in a beautiful pigment of red-orange brown
where the grass is dying, but the winds are alive
and the cops are patrolling their teas

because it's far too chilly for larceny
and far too pretty for siren-lights

to distract us from the trees

mhmm, this is the time
the moment of grace I've been looking for
and you can burn these dying leaves
every tuesday if you like-
if you like destroying paintings
that only mother nature could brush
but that's just you
your silly way of hiding death from your
view
from your windowpane

let's turn on the music and take off our belts
because outside, it's a rave of aromas and hues
and the stars still glisten with the same silver sheen
but the moon is low
the wind is high
and the ground is firm for dancing on
while the autumn leaves crackle
and my senses are blown away
by this amazing november high

The stars are each millions of miles away
But we've got to reach more than the sky
Though the wise people say that the secrets to life
Are simplicity, strength, and acceptance
We know there's no chance to look at the moon
Without holding our heads up high
And I can't hold your hand if it's stretched to the clouds
So let's, both of us, strain to touch Heaven

under a tree of cherries.

Holding you on a september night
the sweet dead smell of everything unwinds.
heavy cherries drip from their branches
breathing branches bow under the sky
The sky bends over everything like a holy dome.
and then all the space between the stars fills up with light.
and the stars too swollen to sing

Hum down to me.

Love Poem 21: Pruriency

Pruriency is a virtue
And you are an entheogen
And your thighs are like ice cream
And I am a licker
And your neck is like morphine
I am a junkie, I am crazy
When you arch your back into me and
Purrrr
I'm a little wild, when you let my imagination go
Can't you see where I'm taking you?
Close your eyes, Trust me
I'm going to make you purr

Shadow People

No, it's not an outright lie
More of a repetition of
Numbers and positions
Into colors, extensions, and sounds
An Earth-shattering roar
Into glacier, hills, and valleys
It's the atom, which shows itself
to the scientists in diagrams
and to the artist in
hard-thumping souls
"When we were young, we had so much fun
because we did not see the dead ends on the road"
Either a curse, or a blessing

Out here in a meadow of hearts
We all come together
Out here we sit solemn
Disease rests on these walls,
and creates a horizon
It's an ideal we're all followin
With a tattoo on my heart, and
large bloody scabs on my chest
I will never take my shirt off for you
and as long as I'm breathing
Through heaves and sighs
I will never ever rest

Floranima

Roots and bark and chlorophyll
Xylem, phloem, foliage
Sap and leaves and stems and still
No better than your plastic hedge
For what is plastic, less than wood
but nature found and worked and formed
And whose to say what's true is good?
For paper roses bare no thorn

Love Poem:19

I know that you can't see
the stars beyond those city lights,
so I just wanted to let you know
that back here at home
they are hanging in the sky
like a chandelier
in my room of memories
the place I like to go
whenever I really miss you
And they really look so inciting
that I think maybe
we could meet up there tonight
and inside of our collective unconcious
lying in the field of stars
of the eternal cosmos

Optimism: a haiku

It is nice to know
That none of us are quite as
gay as Brett Michaels

an experiment

While you were gone and our chat had collapsed
While you were off doing whatever chore had arisen
And I was alone with a pen and a sober mind
I caught a glimpse through another perspective
Of what this whole damn thing might be
"I tell people about you," you taught me yesterday
"But I twist it around so that I seem like the cool one."
And we laugh because you're such a scared little child sometimes
And we both know I'm too old to keep growing
But it wasn't always that way
And you saw that too

And when the trees shoot out flower-buds
From their branches like fuschia bullets
And laughter is plentiful
And good times are free
Or when we're just roaming around in mittens
And Superman socks
Looking for a bit of dope to inhale
I'm not thinking of you
And you're not thinking of me
But sometimes I'd love to have you around
And sometimes sometimes
You want that too
But the flower-buds bloom
And the pot burns away
And the thoughts drift to insects and book reports
Even your return triggers no response
And I am alone with a pen and a sober mind
Drawing angels and hearing you say
"Life is funny sometimes-
"Life really is funny sometimes."

"Yeah..." I say
And we part
To look at pictures we'll never take

Love Poem 18

I used to pace
and I would wonder
and then I would fret
because I was waiting
for the second
that I would fall
out of love with you
if even just for a second

But then one days
I was eating breakfast
and I stared into
my coffeecup and laughed
because it came to me
as simply as all real revelations do
This is love, and it is unconditional

The Almighty Dollar

Oh, almighty dollar
I want to offer you
my solemnity
or my empathy
but all I can really
force myself to do
is laugh and say
'I told ya so'