Saturday, February 26, 2011

By Appropriate Nudity



Trembling fingernails choke hardened cuticles
While wind-blown leaves shake beneath rising mid-day darkness
When soft brown lashes flutter behind arrogant, heavy follicles
Anonymous hearts bestow discreet grains of lightning
To one top secret hour glass
Not too timidly displaying ironic reflections

Sun's erratic flames prophesy change just(ify)
Around tilting axis, just
Beyond snow-tipped thrones

Telephone calls trip and tangle electrical wires
Soles crash around local policy
Service fees stole the conductors' jobs
In broad daylight
No service may be found here

There, jump onto rooftops or weathervanes
Extended limbs extend hopeful brows

Wrinkled flesh clouded novice pupils
The cock has lost his metallic landmark
Slipping shingles taunt rubber souls

Reach to grasp gnarled cyber secrets
Super secrets erode confident matters
Folded fingers reveal slight (of) hands
Bury rusted hearts in beating chests

Shock shakes fabric(ated) foundations
Molecules astroid from liquid illusions
Senses drown under waves of heavy silence

Voices make quick diversion
Thieves of loose saliva
Climate change hype melting globes of wax
Cracked lips synchronize eyelash suspended drops

Dripping vulnerable floods away
Masses evolve–adaptation to submarine survival
Be or build, now self-titled portraits
To undress in one blundered future

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Friday, February 11, 2011

Where are They Whom?

gents of silk design
underlaid by tea or erratic vocals
passing plates and time
for rising arrows of safe stature
while under wooden table tops
hardly rodents survive
by opposable thumbs
and risking extended extremities
while under thick, heavy soles
hardly inspirations survive
around well-traveled footprints
inlaid in bright clay colors
belated time achieved
by belated moon rises
presupposed with expectations of orbital evolution
spiting extinction by imperatively limp limbs
tossed in among roaring mountains of clear ripples and foam waves
exceeding survival in the moving element
silk carried back to gents
soles strung back to skies

Beneath Stone

Where is your hat brimmed with eyeballs stolen from lashing graves?
Buried under gravel, dirt, grass
The baby graves are the worst to dig
Living in nightmares 
Encompassing wretched memories external to history
Every history in response to column-filled drums
Canals prove passable in magical visions
But shadows reject the static
Manipulation reads the best poetry
To trans... to mov... to mediate darkness
Now tears are only caught in wide brims
Eyes brim
Sunlight is the culprit
How rays of cloud penetrate your valves!
Is there no exception found
In the pressure of blue
Too, hues are the only way out
Digging from the inside
Breaking ground by souls to surface
For unrest is only eternal
Shallow spirits dig deeper
Minds, engraved, by heavy tools from the earth
Dirt rises in search of creation
In spite of delusional contentment
How far could one walk
Under such lead material?