Are you coming together?
You cannot bind your pieces
by chance or unlink yourself
from the world. You have to move
with it, and roll. Roll with the
lottery of your birth
Here, see, you cannot take the cards
nailed to my hands like I can't
take that which has been glued to your belly
Have you not taken enough?
No beating could bring you
any more hurt than you've endured
Could you tell me more about the procedure?
"No," she said.
Could you promise me if I leave, you'd still be accepting?
"No," she said.
Could you direct your potions to my insides, please
I can no longer afford t ...Read more
twenty four and your reward is
a tube down your throat, feeding you
trying to keep your weight double your age
You cry. Your hair's on the mattress. Pillows.
You cry. Lie to the left. It will hurt less.
My sweet child, and hands strapped to soft coffin
beautiful mind trapped in another world.
It is going to be years until you
find your art again, live your life again
rejecting all applicants because you
can no longer provide security
and how could you when you're not secure 'nough
heavy 'nough, hurting everyone around.
You lie in the rooftop, crying, thinking
about dead drop, wis ...Read more
Extend your hand to me.
Maybe. Maybe long enough.
Hold it out. Just a while longer.
I will reach back
Foie gras terrine, bass and jazz and ocean waves
You cannot ask the orchestra to cut their own tongue
I had such high hopes for you
Such high hopes
Why, was it the right thing to let me down?
you are asking of me to cut my own tongue
Such fuckin' high hopes and you let them drown.
I dream of time vacuums, empty husks, and crying caves
oil portraits of men crueled by time. Have thee forgotten?
They ran away from crushing heel
of time, as have I
the inability to fa ...Read more
Sing to me some of your best sleeper hits
I have a malleable personality...
...and in my strongest, I would eclipse everyone,
All these rooms occupied by a singular tenant, a giant
paroxysmic Mammon snug in his trousers.
I sew pajymas made out of people's hearts.
we talk and solder in the form of bonds and treaties
You are a treasurer of pain, nonetheless, and nothing more
than a questioning thug delivered into proviso, caveats.
I already got what I came for. My ears no longer work.
There is an off-switch at the base of this here palette
and in my throat, rusted spires
and a furnac ...Read more
I brought with me a skill I call magic tampering
so inate, it is where my personality's based. And so I locked myself in rooms,
waited 'til the anger thaws.
I do not want to be waiting for years in this here orchestra,
with their antibiotic eyes and phrenoplegic ears, and their
synthesized vocabularies, estimable lats
I still don't know what synergy means and I hear a ton of word fascists use it on the daily.
It's fun. Real funny, at the sides of the peepholes where people pretend like its their day job
A five to seven overwork, and I am new to this collapsing asceticism
Zoroastrianis ...Read more
Here are the titles of the free verse poems for my second collection for 2017. Some are already available to read on this site.
Prince of Nowheredom
Skirt of Nessus
Anthony In The White Clouds
A Conversation With Myself, Five Years Younger
The Monster's Out From Under The Bed
Mouth of spiders
Hungry, We All Are
Pain And Beauty Are Dying
Life In The Infinite, the previous collection (first out of eight) is now available to download in Demo PDF, as well. ...Read more
Don't speak my name
Don't you dare
Dare speak my given name
The one I never had a choice with
The one that child would grow up to despise
I am who I am right now
This collection of shame and of beauty,
of tragedy and of tact
Not the most prestige nor the most grand of becomings
But they are mine and mine to wear as I choose
Can barely compose myself...
Can barely think...
The ground glow orange
Wheat like cigarette ash
'round me, the cast of burning tower
like women alone in their forties
and the world that wrongly taught them sadness
You speak to me about truth
but your trut ...Read more
They are so cool
Their Insta-perfect faces, poses, frames
What is it with my life that sucks so bad, I couldn't be one of them?
They alienate me like an aching tooth
What lies behind the lens, those filters, subtext?
send me digital to the hoodlums, unventured spaces, places, undiscovered
I want to be as pristine as clear waterfall where I can be alone
and restore my thoughts, soul to full gauge, miracle, throttle
and be like manta rays
honeycombs, honey tooth, a thumb in the earth
How many bottles till I'm sober? I keep asking
There's so much pressure for someone in their twenties ...Read more
You can't feed art to goats
They cannot tell between grass and paper,
brass and paint
It will be a waste of your masterpiece,
of your time and of your effort
You cannot coat rock with silver
Pare tins with gold
Or ask the dead about warship expecting ammunition be sold
They won't cry at it like you did. Your tears will not translate to the dry untested tongue of another;
Like in row of pneuma. Guillotine. Heather bed.
You can't feed art to goats
Like you can't mix glass to water,
Container. Shrapnel. You'd have to be stupid; Alicean to drink.
"And I'll serve ...Read more
Color my pictures
Let me live out from your black and whites and tools that are limited, you can
bring me to life, unpetrified. I want to live as
blazing rain in lupine fields. Everyone I meet be manganese oxide.
Like Anthony in the white clouds
Too young to depart
Too pure for this world
I choose to be remembered as I remember him
with his scabs and swear words doused and dissolved
in purity of childlike soul
Sky roses aren't real
You have to paint the petals blue
Good in theory? Theory's not enough. Make them real.
Are you vindictive like me? Open your palm. Give me two.
Here's ...Read more
Do I look like I have time
for your brittle self-worth?
Kept playing for your free pass, well, it's expired
Go rot in your rural wherever
High horse much?
When you've done nothing remarkable with your life
Go rot in your rural wherever
You swallowed much jade for your age
going all emotionally Chernobyl
kind of like y'all's face
and taste that's not even that good when thoroughly dissected
acting all mighty and edgy when in fact you ain't
nothing but didactic, thin-skinned, one-sided
with ideas redundant, recycled
crying victim because you've n ...Read more
There's pride in sharing
And then there's bowing down
To lust upon Hollywoodizing mythologies
my kababayan are eager to laud about
It's easier to hate your own, hate your own, hate your own
Because you wait for the paint to turn to white
So you can appreciate them?
With what? A bigger pocket?
A better dress?
What to you makes a better dress?
One that submits to universal attention?
But they weren't designed after Western values
They were made for your immediates' eyes
You twist your tongue to sound like you come
from another village
and pity those who still talk like the previou ...Read more
Ace was keeping score
His friends didn't know it, but he was keeping score
He doesn't know himself, doesn't know his loved ones
Doesn't get to know the world revolving around him when he's parked
He's the getaway vehicle to the getaway beach
Left on the street overlooking the ocean and the sun
Distanced from all the joyous commotions
between him and his peers, the embracing warmth of the sand
As Bethany and Brent and Brenda smile and sip in margaritas
He's the odd fourth wheel in a group of strong personalities
Him, the quiet
Him, the weakest
Him, the one who makes sentimental call ...Read more
Anarchy of the mind.
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