when apes discover genocide
I wonder how long I will linger
on the verdant green and blue
insulated by my own sickness
that brackish bile
of human contempt
apes will sing not our mythology
but one of burnt forests
and dried out lakes
human carcasses so vile
carrion crows refuse
to dine without the thought
of consequence
and I will lie down
human leaf litter
becoming fertiliser of the new
season a generation
or era where the truth of nature
will win
Chris Lawrence
tribal myths
of urban erosion,
human decay and devalue
enlightenment forbidden
left to the poet of society
paint flakes
as fingernail connects
a worried sore of what
is left behind
concrete and brick convey stories
only as far as we allow them,
corridor routes to many rooms
as with memories
how can this be a composition
construct of words and thoughts
when it rambles
on moth wings
escape can be a broken window
table and chairs
foam guts spewed
he had broken vows faith trust
here eager in his own involvement
thought theory and contradicts
bruised face spittle dampened
punished and beaten
because of an instinct survival brings
hungering lust
to nest burrow forget
she was resolute
evaded and survived
he had been
twisted by triggers of pain
another room
dabbing spittle off his chin
lifting spoon to weak lips
as with muscular distress
he watched her consume passion
with one who cared
his brutality had brought him
to this
left to collapsing rooms
becoming fabric of the dust
a horror myth
of haunting and fear
for others not her
moth had found a window
grease streaked broken
jagged edges did not connect
with fragile wings
bruises heal
fading as time can
Never fall in love 1 kilo
ground beef.
Never fall in love with the table set,
from meats, vessel
she kissed insistent mouth
iced tangerine, powder:
Instant.
Never fall in love with this
love powder, cough
Life of a name (Ana,
Claudia Tania: does not matter,
die every name), a flame
drowning. Never fall in love
another sonnet.
Never fall in love with blue stockings,
blue veins of below average,
thigh meat, that
meat as superficial.
Never fall in love with the cook.
But you’ll never fall in love, too,
either,
Sunday football, fast food,
nothing in mind but the ropes as cots.
Never fall in love with death,
his lust maid
your dog cruelty,
Touch your midwife.
Never fall in love in hotels,
simple past, paper
letterhead, porn movies,
in fulminating eyes celestial graves
clandestine speak in boleros, carrying
Denis de Rougemont.
The speed, in alcohol,
in Beatrice,
in the pan:
never fall for 1 kilo of ground beef.
Never.
No.
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and in original text
Nunca te enamores de 1 kilo
de carne molida.
Nunca te enamores de la mesa puesta,
de las viandas, de los vasos
que ella besaba con boca de insistente
mandarina helada, en polvo:
instantánea.
Nunca te enamores de este
polvo enamorado, la tos
muerta de un nombre (Ana,
Claudia, Tania: no importa,
todo nombre morirá), una llama
que se ahoga. Nunca te enamores
del soneto de otro.
Nunca te enamores de las medias azules,
de las venas azules debajo de la media,
de la carne del muslo, esa
carne tan superficial.
Nunca te enamores de la cocinera.
Pero nunca te enamores, también,
tampoco,
del domingo: futbol, comida rápida,
nada en la mente sino sogas como cunas.
Nunca te enamores de la muerte,
su lujuria de doncella,
su sevicia de perro,
su tacto de comadrona.
Nunca te enamores en hoteles, en
pretérito simple, en papel
membretado, en películas porno,
en ojos fulminantes como tumbas celestes,
en hablas clandestinas, en boleros, en libros
de Denis de Rougemont.
En el speed, en el alcohol,
en la Beatriz,
en el perol:
nunca te enamores de 1 kilo de carne molida.
Nunca.
No.
all around
inertia falls apart,
leap to the call of the luperci,
the she wolf nurtured
needs bloods strong flow,
goat and dog sacrifice
sword dipped in blood
(boxes of cocoa confection)
compliant to the wine
goat purification,
fauna from the woodland
scythed into sheaves
(vases and pillows)
arts of abstraction
together in this time
of declaration and proclamation
(all for the twins)
born from vestal and mars
days of hunger
and ripe fertlity
gelase wished to end
(sacred cakes)
loins of vestal virgins
februa whipped
lustratio complete,
cardboard cast into trash
wilted and thornless
red petals scattered forlorn,
human pastoral tribe
exalted to the yearning
department store sales are up
and the day is done
|
As the last day does not return
You’ll never be that high voice
Tundía under the breath of infinite almonds
A lullaby to his chest
You will not have to be that
That shade of a poplar
Rent the air with scattered notes
The subtle scent of an afternoon on the river
There will be no day you return to your expense
Filled with memories of the dark obsequious
Solar excessive idleness
Cerns perfect
As the last day does not return
You never on your own steps
A walking path open for you
In the garden that keeps your memory
Not even in deserted Frond you will have to tread
To you because transit between fig fruit
Pomegranates, flowers at your feet
You’re just now that you did not want
You’re the one who did not know what he wanted to say
Greedy mouth no fruit chews
That spoiled, bitch, feast and festival
You’re the insaciado looking with envy
The overwhelming joy of others
Whoever hurts to the bone for the innocent laughter
It will cloud your eyes with anger
It will swell cruel hands remorse
It poisons your blood
What fire, what abandonment
How miserable are the shores of life
As the last day does not return
No back in you will concoct bells
Holidays in flowered fields
Neither your hands browned wheat of eras
Nor whiten your snow on your mill
As if you had closed universe
In a thick fog that prevents you
Learn what the rock crevice
That must be the source where you drink
As if the universe against you
Injected into the air that poison
Bending your knees
So as the day turns
A spin on its hinges hours and passes
And overhead the sun will go down
Lost to
So you lose
So as you lose you lose
The scent in the air that always blows hard
You’ll miss so terribly
That to your eyes can recognize your own skin
Neither your ears hear your voice
As if talking on another that you
Not even your blood
It will respond pálpito
And the tongue utter
A language that is unknown to you today.
Do not grieve Hurt to lose.
You call Bitter, in your gums
It will bloom a garden of tree-scale
And in your head start seborrhea high tufts
Niagara mist in your eyes
You call without reproach wounded
The living skin ulcer land where you step
Without faith you call
And there will be another you
Built in penalty
That round will infect
Leprosy is righteous
It must distinguish in the market
The mob cried
He will announce you arrive
The stench of your acids
The clear bell is anticipated
And you wondered why back
Why and what
And what return
If the return would smell bouquets awaiting your step
If yes minor fronds fruit curds, cheerful blooms, light concrete and acid,
And back with an army of sources nymphs dancing for you
If I go back in the water, ductile, light, fluent, if in the air
If you awaken in the back you are, if you come back spin, spinning, start from yourself
If you become, if you founded back, come back without hesitation
Although recent days should not happen again
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the rain was inexhaustible,
drawing his jacket
closer about his chest,
pacific rain and bothered grey
clouds added to urgency,
trees in their reach
did not create a canopy
dense enough,
unable to hear the helicopter,
footprints dissolving into mud,
but his scent would illuminate
nostrils of eager tracker with
muted eyes,
lowering himself
more towards the bushes,
water ran over his face,
he still felt heading north
was an objective,
finding the cabin
would of been easy
had summer still been here,
pausing for the slightest breath,
looked up at limbs
grasping from the trunk,
and wondered would it be worth it,
there would be no more marvelous
sensations,
yesterdays vividness had given way
his futile hope screamed,
kneeling said a last prayer
and waited
winters thorns bury deep
flesh pierced by that uneased dark
until candles dripping pale
tore aside the emptiness
illuminating dust
and a heart enclosed deep beneath a breast
her warmth reflected in those eyes,
he would embrace,
beyond all walls a snowy temper raged
sweeping alongside doors
muffling all that was brutal,
in hold and secure
dawn was a long way off
a thousand years would pass
before a few magic smitten would know
stars would die
and planets turn
winding in secrets so human,
lips tremble withholding so many words
that he would say
and she would reply
as a chosen wonder,
that urge carnal became a vapor
glimmer of hope,
and futures peace at stake,
memory fickle put upon pages
of a shameless scrawl
edited by many kings
dissolved into legend and myth
springs reaction would reveal much,
embrace over
fragile reflections and shadows
for the movement so vividly intact
would leave so many
damaged echoes
that conflict is inevitable
inhale crystal alice
staircase fingers touching my back,
rabbit martyr
tick , tock
late in the hole,
wednesday stays naively next to tuesday,
as mound of mouth
makes wanton sounds
oh sweet ace of hearts
burn my face
as at the table
in shame and desperation,
tea irresistible at the moment
with insanity breaking loose
mosaic tiles of words and thoughts
propose a whole new story
closer to the experience,
of what the dormouse knew,
shrunken head
damn liquid
mind implodes,
best to roll on back
tilt the ceiling to see the truth
four thousand stars have brought
piano keys washed in honey [ woman bathing in time ]
sexualist extreme ,
broken straw bed
assembled ingredients of a virgins reflection
desire/slutton/erogenous/ unforgiving
bitter fingers play [woman dried on flowers flesh]
hungering absolute yet no permanence
jazz expelled drum beat symphony
tatoo/dollars /benign/fragile
[woman forgotten in memories light]
supple sinewy ghosts on sunset go
a raw experiment for @dVersePoets 55 prompt
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