there is a whisper hush that
slips between the bars and
unbinds the nestles that creep within the cage of
calcium twisted heart-mongers i
don’t think there is a
new way to say but
what i want to say is
that this flower has flowered so
bright and i
can hardly speak so joyousfilled is
all that whelms and over
[…]
i’m going to start adding mp3s of me reading them, as some people have requested that. i might go back and do all of the past ones as well, but for now i will just start with new poems.
there is a language of loss
spoken in couplets that
trickle to roaring cascade stanzas
tied tight and tripping […]
i.
shattered.
not broken,broke,justbroke,not…broke but
shattered.
boulders like hearts crack and
rocks roll down hills still slick with melt and
pebbles, and pebbles stuck in shoes annoyance is what hearts broken is but not –
this is not broken but shattered and pebbles
pounded out
pounded down this
brutal tattoo pounded in
into sand with heart of boulder and
pounded […]
based on a picture i saw on dA.
gentle gazing up to
ever-after still unfound
we, drift, as though in
free flow-ing nurtured lives(our)
lives will find us
bind us,
eternal,
ever-after
as though
discovery were passive only:
i wait to be discovered
wait to be uncovered
the myths that make up my life
lingering at the corners:
true love, good&evil, a magic […]
laying on s—’ couch the other night watching her work, i was inspired to write a poem about her. eros omnes.
not to overrun the overwhelming
admiration that I hold
(rare for this ever-arrogant princeling boy, you see)
but the curve of your back
and sea-swell of your hips it
sets in me a more raucous fire
akin to the drum beat […]
on nights such as tonight the mind has a habit of drift. to loves. this is for one of those, a beautiful girl woman who made me alive almost three years ago. who gave me flowers, which no one else has ever done. who let me write her poems. whose memory has over time helped […]
A third poem for the beautiful soul who dances so often — never have I found a muse that stirs so much; I feel like a murky pond whose waters are at long last being kicked up.
unbidden the spine arches
as extolling gentleness her body spins;
precision married with impassioned passion:
a taste of fire in a teacup.
was […]
another for the amazingly beautiful dancing girl with the hat. tora dost daram.
is offing
i
see your sandy white and
lips found parting (hear that
gentle sound as saliva releases jealous hold) in
smile.
not to be trite but i do
sometimes find myself glancing away as if
the sun broke through clouding satin sheets
and struck my unexpected eyes.
that clutching of breath is […]
this is a little bit of older poetry, as filler. i wrote this sonnet for a stupendorificalious girl in july of 2003. i like sonnets. i like classical forms in general, but especially sonnets. sonnet rhymes with bonnet. we’ve never actually kissed, incidentally, this is me as a writer imagining a hypothetical what-if and putting […]
nearly every poem i’ve written was inspired by a woman. often they’ll tell me something to write about, and i’ll write it. sometimes it is something they say in passing. occasionally it is a simple glance. they are the true progenitors of my work. it is good and fitting that they are women, as they […]
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