long night after flesh (world poetry day)

fog
a thick rope about my neck
tethered me to harbor wall
goat to oceans sacrifice,
behind obscured
lights and windows of those
who do not feel this way,
having taken the bus
found myself here,
bagged empty bottle
at my feet,
if any cigarette’s remained
i would of lit one
tasted toasted tobacco
tongue on teeth
chin to chest,
dark swirl foam
nymphs invite embrace
no fear in my heart
not the the fear i had felt
before she touched
fingertips before stepping
out of the door
with him,
closed my eyes wished to fall
forward and accept that
deep fate,
yet i flew
leaving behind the wall
and those if they had looked
would of observed
me leaving

 

World Poetry Day 2014

according to the extent of damage

cotton incarceration
warm passive silence
flaccid dysfunction
waiting for something
that will never happen,
the only viability
a son and daughter,
born before the
scent of burning gasoline

freeway interchange
radio an unordered state
of a music republic

traffuic chaos
with thrashing horns

when metal connects
notation raw
screacming crunch
thrown off latitude
subtle tones become blank
face connects with side window
glass can write and deface
what was naturally placed
as can a steering column

concrete scrape added
to symphony
eighteen wheels raised and flipped

soft cushion supports buttocks
with sores that ache
chair propelled by hands gnarled
by whatever connected with them
my hands
unseen yet rolled me forward
as i sketched in mind
floorplan outlay

yet the anger of memories lost
her face one of them,
she would push
and not complain,
butter toast
roast coffee granules
hear her yet so much is gone

that morning
making love
i think or was that last year
subtle flow interrupted
resistance is dead
we talk
lie in comfort
love that abstract definition
has shown it’s truth
worth more than what
i cannot see

Gregory Corso – Proximity

Gregory Corso

Charles Bukowski – No Title

love gone beserk

isolation makes me jump
into the shredding propeller of her tongue
it was Hi 8 and stereo record player
and a sense we belonged,
wiping nose on my hand
then on those jeans strained and faded,
we could make it work maybe,
her nightgown had buttons
linear nipples of distraction,
i would run
if it where not the seventeenth floor
and no closer to heaven,
her voice slowed quicker
than the snow outside,
are we done
gun still pressed in my back waistband
you look done
i  felt battered beyond the cut over eye
and bloodied nose,
the projects would have heroes
i was not one of them,
failing to hold up the store
girl cashier
younger
faded blonde dye and dark roots,
i spoke and connected,
pulled a flower from the bunches
sold cheaply at the desk
and gave it to her,
a startling explosion
as manager hit me with a piece of wood,
i ran
never said goodbye
but i know who
i wanted now

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fireproof monkey

elastic bound thoughts

contracted as  would a boiled egg

overdone,

 

helios hepped on jazz

found the stroke of sidewalk

blocks of bars and strip joints,

 

mind breathing everything

eyes registering the glass windows

of long to come

tomorrows,

when her kiss come

buick grille jaws of hell,

 

elastic could not tighten

anymore flared with worms

and a solitary fly,

noise flushed red of wanton art,

 

could i be a titan

writhing on that couch

with string hearted blonde

ivory lonely care

without tending priests,

poor dumb altar

with genius of my soul

her and my footsteps

made us kings and queens

of the carnival

and slumberers of the

dreary city doorways

 

 

carcasses when broken

words pressed to my forehead

ready to explode,

winters long wait for suns awakening,

there is no lamb in a killers eyes,

transmit feeling with each moment

breathing

knowledge escaping,

the future is out of it’s cage

unsure unsteady,

dandelion clocks dispel

it is worlds end

lighthouse of the precipice ,

word pressure tighter,

saliva wet in the mouth

like kisses from a hungry dog,

broken waves are heard

noise visible on open window,

human that feeling and being

cannot be sold,

those words are hurting

urging through skin

cracking skull bone,

my brain resists

textured ripe as an open fruit

solid as that sweet nut of pleasure,

i will continue

and watch you go adrift

on the longest wave

beyond beacon light,

nine thoughts exposed

from heaven

intermittent pulses

a cruel birth as i watch in silence,

forgetting that the past had been

imprinted with us,

this place with meadow near

would fall into ruin

without us

 

multiple coincidences

unfathomable satin pillow of sky

over city my coeval,

traffic noise curtains billowed

as i lay in the comfort

with only my own breath

sounding out,

bedclothes scattered wadded

into masses on that blue carpet,

timing had been the measure,

this was my place

no motel with bleak neon,

i could consume my life

in whatever way i wanted

without intervention or lust on time,

a fly would hover

before i found yesterdays news

to roll and crush that fragile

gossamer winged creature,

she had not quite gone

her touch left indentations beyond

fingerprints visible on my skin

pressure points that excited

to that blazing exclusion of my mind

nebulous shimmer near

opaque evaporation,

my vision light and molecules

on the retina,

i was more absorbed by my feelings

that the sound that cut into my life

of tires losing grip

metal impacting on interstate collision

noise and destruction

someones life consigned to a slab,

i did not move

tingling fingers and toes

aware of sirens

the knocking of eager fists

pounded

then a torch shone

locating life in my eyes,

the road had claimed her

of that i was sure,

now my bed

within this city

my coeval,

we had lengthened shadows

together

now i lay still

 

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

Charles Bukowski – Oh Yes