vessel is broken

oscillation of my heart

a thrum of false applause

nova wheel turns

in loose hands palms sweaty

streetlights searing flares

in greasy windshield stain

accelerating with measure

not panic

plastic neon afterglow

rearview shadows and transcience

nicotine once craved

alcohol once craved

cardboard cup balanced

lid slipped with brown liquid

it’s smell filling nostrils

along with dog

and after days perfume

arguments

those voices thrown and snatched

can be taken back

into a street

cop car drawled on by

tree lined urban paradise

front porch orange glow

parked

engine silently waiting

would she disturb the curtains to see

nothing

was he wrong

then he remembered

she was gone

they where gone

counselling for grief

counselling for depression

arguments outlive those who shout

that once beautiful house

invaded

shotgun splattered

with crimson design

rocking slowly to and fro

applause had silenced

into the false abyss

he would be in the shadows

a footnote on a headstone

living without a porch

accelerating

foot on gas

rubber black stained

breathing in circles

window open

a destination yet unwritten

Orson Welles – The Trial (1962)

Orson Welles film that has divided critics, in it’s interpretation of Kafka’s The Trial and as it has now become public domain it can be freely watched and distributed so sit back and watch which side of the fence do you fall on

phantoms from a shotglass

crushed bullet amalgam

would never ease the nerve

raw taunted,

mouth spoke sore words

unrefined as love in three acts,

barefoot bluejacket

you were not the trash

he put you out to be,

sawdust blonde balance

to a natural face,

you liked the Dodge

and sat beside

in that vacant vinyl caress

of a hot summers day,

gravel churned

tires burned dark streaks

towards the center of town,

how could she cheat,

love was like tentacles

suctioned about your every part,

nothing more would be said,

slowing close to a rusted wire fence,

a gathering

barbecue sausage and steaks,

pain eased that moment

no notices given

what you brought her here for,

it was the brick

that found it’s way into the hand

a scream

she grasped his arm

that lashed the brick

across a cheekbone splitting,

falling ,

people running from the house,

let it go she cried

bullet powdered jaw ached

fleet embrace

behind dust and exhaust

a man lay

pouring blood,

did he deserve ,

he was unsure

but when you love

in darker ways

it has to happen

 

 

 

garments that have been pressed

seek her in her grassy tomb

flesh fleece and evening star,

murmurs rise from escaped soul

mouth a shrine to heavens kiss,

text on stone chiseled deep

scythe a scalpel to those around,

to a vow made on cradle key

in binding earth no more a sleep

a million flakes of tempted tremors,

noonday heat rises with the sun,

rise up on quivering breeze

her broken tongue is healing

love a radiant throng

the sick longing eye and dropping of

gossamer veil,

chants names of those  exposed

beyond wither,

whole flesh again

i wish back that angry fist

spirits breathe in sensual undulate

on pages of book no longer departed

i have said my piece up to space,

enameled hand paints gallery in the cave

images as she had been growing wild

reaching out,

some say i am a crook

a felon

a murderer

an abuser

LA has no cheap glories for them to remember

i am hunted,

drone circling over head,

zeal of vocal chords will not be heard

at night with sand and wolves

the tablets where there

as societies protection,

as the waves in my mind

know no shore

to wash upon,

crushed i did not take them

scattered as broadcast seeds

that would never yield

a crop,

impulses long dark strangers

that occupied all living

space of my mind

tainted by coppery blood

that was not my own,

cities had corners

without lights

where i would stand

unnoticed and silent,

i watch you

i know you,

and i will wait

for you are my focus now,

before i move to the

next

Exit And Answer

Terry S Amstutz

dead flaked walls,

i breathed there

my fear saw the grey plaster

with gun at my side,

ears distilled sounds

a gunshot,

sirens and screaming,

my unmended nature

by sociological  discourse,

returned fire,

i hit someone,

who.. i did not know,

body temperature raised

clammy trickle down my back,

this was my trap

one exit only,

sometimes i wish i listened

but chose not to,

shouts down the hallway

torches and light,

light attached to guns,

robbery no excuse 

to evade poverty,

now i was fallen

and unreachable,

lifting gun hand

i knew what to do

 

@dVersePoets with Terry S Amstutz

 

 

Better Bad Days

vinyl stuck to skin

shirt off made rough bandage

fuck man slow it down,

Chevy been on 85

what seemed a long time

worn suspension crashed and thudded,

cause of wound a .38

shit i said the guard was armed

black seats sticky

blood pooled into cracks,

just park up man

i won’t implicate you

mom will understand

it always will be me

fuck this hurts

what can i do

just stop the car

engine idled exhaust plumed

dust from tires

i will be ok go

sun filled windshield

a light to go to

it hurts Mikey

should i stay

go i won’t face a long stretch

i love you man

drivers door mirror

reflected

a face dying

as he began to run

 

 

 

In This Garden

knot natures fingerprint

indelible  in oak,

next to hinge

human bracket

attaching forms together

so they opened,

upon the garden,

a garden that was

a need to her,

amongst earth and plants

removing weeds,

she worked

perspiration moistened brow

alone now and happy,

a wry smile edged the corner

of her mouth,

remembering that other garden

of medicinal herbs,

that she grew as a hobby,

her husband could not understand,

till he encountered

the lethal deadly nightshade,

regrets where few.

 

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