Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Tethered Floe

scantily clad—
amidst the direst of conditions—
as dead heats flare

an ice-bled blush—
pinks, whites and lavenders—
erupting loose the triaged carousel

once tousled, vain and empty,
now similar basins sting in stirred
repeals of fluidity

as drains of hopeful restitution watch,
enlightened glaziers form the ringlet’s pond—
though terse, respectful still—
of that which the flowered petal’s stem
has to offer

a variance of interpretations,
emboss the torn glimmer’s
layered tiers—caressing
intermingled pools—

rainbow flavored flooding
displaced by streams
of glacial floe

append the scansions
of latticework—
once built upon
tethered spines
of dreams

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Holdfast and Breathe (A song of something)

Tuesday is here and with that comes every poets favorite day of the week. Join me over at D'verse, where Open Link Night is in full swing, where this week, the wonderful Hedgewitch will be hosting the festivities.  Stop on by for your poetry fix and while there share a poem of your own.  Cheers.

you’ve got something
I’ve got something
         we’ve got something…
no matter the hardship,
no matter the peril
when all else fails
and there seems no right course to stay
i’ll remember still…

I’ve got something
you’ve got something
                  we’ve got something…
however high the dangers rise,
 however small the blessings are
holdfast and breathe…
for after darkness, the light will come
ever shining, ever remembering…

we’ve Got Something
you’ve got something
         I’ve got something…
the eyes can go blind
a deafening we may find
 touch might grow coarse
but in the end dreams fulfill,
altering the identity of tears

please, I pray you remember…

we’ve Got Something
I’ve got something
         you’ve got something…

Monday, February 27, 2012

Heat and Other Fiery Identities

She—hot pressed
leather, irons frigid touch upon
perspirations exhumed.  Curdled anxieties,
surrendered to the many fraudulent and ill-warranted charges—
concocted by nervous acumen, a lackluster response spawned by erratic anticipatory rationale.  And

each the coddled fan’s wrinkled breath, a svelte terrain of motion—
side to sidled side, a portent reconfiguration—a reclamation project, in search of buried sliver composites and for the potential verification of fanfares hyped—radiating outwards inwardly, by timeless traditions of steeped origin, nonesuch more important than, being the product of parental haranguing, often sought as a tool for teaching, a method of deterrence aimed at the cessation of undesirable behaviorisms often  prevalent in preadolescent harbingers of gospels so fear-inspiring that parents so easily are threatened by the shallowest of situational respite evinced. 
A quickly stirred rush to judgment, in case of perfunctory chagrin, to which a knot may appear—not due to a child’s perceived propensity toward any sleight or deficient exhibition—but rather, in regards to, the salted uneasiness felt, concerning that which dwells inside—face to face the become with their own wretchedness—seeing their repertoire of emotional response, as being unsatisfactory to raise dogs, let alone a pitiful child seeking guidance in an unmapped realm.  A snap evaluation, bred from such stemma; self-prescribed askance forms and lingers in

subcutaneous expression, fossilized—forever kneeling before, a discourse in algorithmic expansiveness; clustered waves seem audible—despite the inconvenient unlikelihood presented by case-traction—cluttered in muted verbs and matted incomprehensibility— presented by the adjectival allurement of presupposed thermostatic rendering. 
In a place, a location, a site unseen-forgotten—of indignation and its every precipice—It is here that the core suppression falters in swoon—switching on, off, on, off, on, endlessly on and off—in vapored chords, sweltering in chambered growth—where corduroy-like crease work is predominantly evidenced by the crinkling glances of a spider’s, snare/snarled/pinned, anatomically misshapen stance.

Paralytics, vapid identity resolution, confusing the brush-stroking—as if the summer can suddenly appear—perhaps an effigy staged in humid perception—but the winter must first outwear its icy sole.

A gopher, steeple palmed, fingers high—unite,
touch to touch—a pressure pointed gesticulated juncture, for resurfacing, the flagrant lore of buttresses neurologically paved—swathing in absolute criticism, until the agonizing fresh-belly detonation, skins clean the glistening expulsion marks—wide first, fist stretched schema, roundly delicate is the tenderly caged beast—affixing key to lock-hole—rusted sudden, turning, turning, breaking free of corrosive webbing, shrapnel and all its conjoined destinies of skipped sudden anesthesia emerge—platen—like the ever-haunting reflective surface of tempered green-hued glass.

Marginal Notes:
Combustible cavities scathe to boil, the torch ignites—surrounded are the vestibules internal, guarding against shilled flames and repository meltdowns. 

We, as a species, press in tiers, lathering the oasis firm to flesh, scrubbing improprieties cleansed deep from inside the incised pore—natures puncture points, tousled yet flawless in artistry—bathing in fiery aphorisms, extinguishing the terse, gathering truth, brandishing the enigma of the skein—griddled, binding authority of fire

Pressed hot, tongs entwine—smokestack offerings, a piston’s path, hearth, amassing temperatures out of control—friction, flesh burn, gyration cycling, emanating signatures within, white, blue, green, red, orange, conformities of heat—she, hot pressed, reddened by subcutaneous release—enflamed, raw—striating voluntarily—consciousness affirmed amidst the flash of flame-flame, desire, induction, conducive dreams lit to flesh-burn—she, hot pressed, on—atop, flushing, alchemical singeing to breath-like confection

In the conclusion, the finale, the last snuff of a phoenix’s flame, a ravenous journey to speak the least, a passion-filled apocalypse of shape and form, exerting gasoline atop infernal gaze, posturing, twitching inconceivably…. releasing a spire of combustion and then the only self we’ve ever known—collapses and dies. Eventually we cremate the old—then wait until we are unleashed anew.


Sunday, February 26, 2012

Apocalypse Failed

honeycomb craters
unhindered by the
vacuous charm

circumference barren lots

molten display—
earth aflame

machismo died
in the face of wisdom

…and we cuddled close—
shivering silent, huddled still

above the dining wood,
plates filled, utensils primed

abdominals stifled
by sounds beyond

in what felt like lifetimes,
motion thawed locked bone

breakfast-long past cold,
devoured swift

deafness lingered minutes long
curiousity prompts opened eye

seeing a variety of ghosts
now walking the aftermath

nausea sickens the retraced path—
yet alive we stand; together still

Lots of Haikus out there lately, So figured I'd write a couple too

so many haikus
I didn't know what to do
except write one too

neck stretched furry orange
approaches for food again
cats don't like apples

Friday, February 24, 2012

Amidst Suppressive Noise

Into a kettle-cloud’s
Deafening eye,
Elapsing; scattered through,
A prism’s dying,
Shaded hue

Vision skewers
Ordinary life,
Impaling the mundane
Cacophonic strife;
Eliciting the strange

A powdered fray
Blurs the node
Unto erasure’s
Threshing code;
Severing mesh from curve

The rhythms of neutrality unnerve,
Heroic monstrosities, bred for night,
Obstructing the pristine view—
Some of darkened gloss; some armored in light,
Each, reminders of what’s in you

Explosions and facades thereto,
Detonations of slander,
Indifferent to the life you bore.
Tearstained shells, forever in wander—
Endlessly trawling jagged shores,
Delicately toed yet forever proud.

I was just playing around with structure today.  For this particular piece, I was going with a 25 line acrostic poem, five stanzas of five lines each.  However, the last stanza I wound up using 6 lines, as I thought edited worked better than edits. 

I also used a structured rhyme scheme here: Abcbc, Cdede, Efgfg, Ghihi, Ijkjka.