Poem-A-Day: Day 414

Say What

Say out, what make? 

A crazy body,
hot infatuation got fire inside…
so bright.

Say hell, think done.

Drive higher,
higher out when nothing's going… 
oh liar

No future,
the use in keeping wrapped alright…
Why fall at all?

Say hell, you drive.

Higher and higher,
make going on a liar as good as dead…
polish either.

Say don't, either make.

Fool heart,
rue tore head apart, move on…
right wrong.

Say hell, done higher.

Higher out,
when nothing's such a liar as good as dead…
don't polish. 

Say what the hell.

Think higher, 
and make when going on what…
hell, you think higher and out
when nothing's going such.

Poem-A-Day: Day 413

Pistol

Get your gun,
together the beat goes on.

Get your gun,
together we have some fun tonight. 

No intervention on information,
the station,
the floor,
the law
crime prevention,
the population,
your name and number.

Get your gun,
together the beat goes on
a criminal situation.

Get your gun,
together we have some fun tonight
criminal.

You need your own protection,
too scared
to mention
the floor,
the law,
all emotion,
this commotion,
like a soldier.

Get your gun,
together the beat goes on
a criminal situation.

Get your gun,
together we have some fun tonight
criminal.

No intervention,
cover the station,
the floor,
the law
crime prevention,
the population,
your name and number.
 
together we have some fun tonight;
get your gun.
 
together the beat goes on;
get your gun.

Poem-A-Day: Day 412

Oh L’Amour

Oh heart now aching,
what's love supposed to do?

Looking for looking,
always reaching for blind to see.
Oh heart, leave me falling on my own.

Oh heart now aching,
what's love supposed to do?

Throw it away,
walk out for the day for the way. 
A time by my side wasn't kind for the ride.

Oh heart now aching,
what's love supposed to do?

Emotional ties remember,
lay down, die, blame love; my heart.
You now tore me apart, hurt inside-out. 

Oh heart now aching,
what's love supposed to do?

Oh heart now aching,
what's love supposed to do?

Poem-A-Day: Day 411

My Heart…So Blue

her picture
the wall
I remember
keep it 
doors cold 
windows grey
I write 
I should 

wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue
wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue

it's over
I write 
No notice
less crowd
eyes open
it suits 
dear god
no mercy 

wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue
wave goodbye
for you

shed tears
no shame
a consolation
hides her 
a victim
light shines 
her picture
hold it 

wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue
wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue

wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue
wave goodbye
for you

Poem-A-Day: Day 410

March on Down the Line

Out!
I'll stand on this sun. 

A new day coming,
time, name,
the game on down the line.

To share about inside,
this place a shotgun fire.

A new way this time,
a new name,
the march down the line.

A new day coming,
time, name,
the game on down the line.

Now fight, stand tall again,
on our side dance to heaven

A new day coming,
time, name,
the game on down the line. 

Day away,
coming this game down the line.

Poem-A-Day: Day 409

Love is a Loser

Forever let me know the cold.
Leave me devotion,
control my side,
a surprise is just infatuation.
Love is dancing so appealing:
rocking and reeling.
How did it happen on my mind?
Hold, and tell how they keep hearts
just more crazy all another.
Today word the passionless play forever.
Let that cold leave alone.
Show devotion control on my surprise.
“Love is infatuation.”
I say, dancing the stop today.
My word: the passionless play
across the nation.
Dancing across...

Poem-A-Day: Day 408

Say What

Say out, what make? 

A crazy body,
hot infatuation got fire inside…
so bright.

Say hell, think done.

Drive higher,
higher out when nothing's going… 
oh liar

No future,
the use in keeping wrapped alright…
Why fall at all?

Say hell, you drive.

Higher and higher,
make going on a liar as good as dead…
polish either.

Say don't, either make.

Fool heart,
rue tore head apart, move on…
right wrong.

Say hell, done higher.

Higher out,
when nothing's such a liar as good as dead…
don't polish. 

Say what the hell.

Think higher, 
and make when going on what…
hell, you think higher and out
when nothing's going such.

Poem-A-Day: Day 407

Heavenly Action

Made heaven,
all is some action,
reaction in heaven.
All is your action.

Found standing
in line, the mark went
through, a real impression.
On this heart, now what?

In heaven,
all is that reaction
made in heaven.
All is some of that.

My lover,
I want another angel.
Heaven be my want,
another from heaven.

In heaven
all is action.

Arrow heart,
meant to be my name calling
Celebration now standing,
stand in motion; falling, falling.

Angel made,
I want some of that action,
reaction, in heaven
all I want is that action.

Be another,
my heaven,
my another,
my angel…angel.

Angel made,
all I want is that.
Action, reaction,
in heaven is that action,

in heaven, all that action made
in heaven, all I want is some action.

Poem-A-Day: Day 406

Senseless

Go get captivated,
give secrets away,
drive senseless tunnel vision state of mind.

Alright,
alright to… 
it's alright,
stay alright,
it's alright to feel
alright,
so it's alright.

There, some harmony;
the maddening silence,
hang, moving on confusion that's keeping behind.

Alright,
alright to… 
it's alright,
stay alright,
it's alright to feel
alright,
so it's alright.

Alright,
alright to… 
it's alright,
stay alright,
it's alright to feel
alright,
so it's alright.

There, better stop, 
inhibition's slipping,
share the secret only state of mind.

Alright,
alright to… 
it's alright,
stay alright,
it's alright to feel
alright,
so it's alright.

Alright,
alright to… 
it's alright,
stay alright,
it's alright to feel
alright,
so it's alright.

Poem-A-Day: Day 405

Cry So Easy

The line don't want my unresponsive you.
the effort, you devil disguise
trying affection so easy.
Expect to believe
in love looking,
you're looking.
Say: “Never me,
can't believe in love.” 
Looking danger opened up eyes unsuspecting…
fool effort.
What about tonight trying nothing?
Cry. Expect me to love that looking tears.
I can't believe love that looking for before.
So easy, expect to believe the looking…
the looking.
Say: “Never.” 
But I can't believe that you're looking. 
You see…
you're turning cold
like the effort now not mine.
No use in time to cry so easy,
believe that you're looking easy,
and I believe the love.
For the kind you felt before so easy,
expect to love that looking. 
You're looking for me.
I believe that for me
they come easy.
Please leave me in the love
so easy to believe…
the love
looking.

Poem-A-Day: Day 404

Reunion

You've been on my mind,
waiting to arrive.

So the hours go.
It really got you here, blind.

I see light is alright with me,
so close time, see feeling.

Always mine, reunion…
this reunion mine.

Believe never again, saying:
“a fool whispering words ashamed.”

They tried to stop, still dreaming a world of sorrow
all alone, what a thousand nights more empty.

Believe reunion…
this reunion mine.

Feel fine with a true story,
somehow blues leave you behind.

Here together wasting time
calling in the air that something.

More than share returns
more sad parting.

I got reunion…
this reunion mine.

Reunion…
this reunion mine.

Poem-A-Day: Day 403

From now until I finish I'll be working on my series called Erasures².

Erasure was a band that came to prominence during the 80s.

Erasures in poetry consist of taking previously written material and getting rid of the stuff that you don't need, keeping the words you want.

This venture will blend the two. I'll be doing erasures of all of Erasure's songs from the first studio album release, Wonderland, to their last studio release.

Who Needs Love (Like That)

Who needs that something on,
something right,
something strange?
To me, the voices in my head
seem the way to be.

Who needs that who like that?

So clear before my point of view
kept conversation changed all wrong.
Words are hard around the same.

Who needs that who like that?

Turn upside-down and leave cold.
See all control, all control
to understand why
I remember lines.
But I see nothing now will stay.

Who needs that who like that?

Love upside-down
and leave to see
you're losing, losing control.

Who needs that who like that?

Turn you down and you see
you're control, all control.

Poem-A-Day: Day 402

Ghost Stories

soft reflection sad grace
broke spirit rage fire
loud whisper hand gesture
regret some regret hope
gain nothing want nothing
lost whisper cheer gesture
spill spirit dead fire
ghost reflection soft grace

Poem-A-Day: Day 401

Poem-A-Day: Day 400

Tom Jones

Regular scratching
And a heap of purring fur
Affixed to my lap

Poem-A-Day: Day 399

The Rascal

Aptly remembered
In the cold winter fallout
Wandering away

Poem-A-Day: Day 398

Leak Bepo

Scanning the line scorned,
one sets quiet rumination
lamenting Poe and Blake
in bastardized concupiscence
between unlikely lovers
spitting bull and puck
between brass and tacks,
a lust gone missing over days.

Poem-A-Day: Day 397

Science Meddling

The science behind the silhouette 
is nothing more than stealing beauty
in quick lifted shivers,
and atomic blast flashes
rendering questions obsolete.

She’s a sad beauty sinking silver chrome
into the sea cast over shallows
and the same sinister minnows
that clash against skies
blinking below Earth’s bastion.

The same science shallows introspective
and gleaming blistering separation,
the ravaging strange that calls
in certain faltering calms
that fill the responsible voice outside.

Poem-A-Day: Day 396

Lambs to the Slaughter

To be delivered from a milk-crate
to passersby on a busy Chicago street in mid-July.

Dear sirs and madams giving attendance
to my speech that lacks some clear transcendence.
Allow me to shout about some issues
that have been rendering my thoughts askew.
I find I must address some serious
issues that have become imperious
when it comes to the millions now living
that will never die because their giving
lives have given life to countless others.
Oh dearest of my sisters and brothers,
please listen to the struggles of my plea.
I’m not one for words or the third degree,
and I’ve been guilty of the same offense
that I have come to argue civil defense.
I’ve eaten animals and watched them die
at my hands, all with little more than wry,
and witty quips about how the tongues fall
in similar retarded ways on all
dead beasts. I’m no god among the subjects
that I hold dominion over, the next
meal is all I’m guilty of searching for.
I mean no real harm, I’m simply poor.
No, my means for argument are zealous,
and far more repulsive than the jealous
few who think they know my pointed fervor.
They reside as the silent observer
listening to the whimpers and cat-calls
from those forgotten few locked in the stalls.
The animals that do not seek favor,
are the same that we have come to savor.
I’m not asking for much when it comes to
this matter, and I’m not asking for you
to stop or start eating meat. I’m merely
asking for you to do something clearly
not happening, clearly not being done.
I ask for respect, for those that are shunned,
and treated like shit in their coops and pens.
Treat them as a pet, or maybe a friend.
Let them observe some normal conditions
for living, go against the traditions 
of factory farming, give them freedom
to move, to live life before they succumb
to the harsh reality that they’ve been
bred for their meat. Their original sin
was nothing more than being bred for food,
and they’re in hell, there’s nothing to allude
to in this situation. Their lives are
force-fed to them  through tubes, it’s some bizarre
lack of life, nothing, except denial
of the same freedoms our pets find worthwhile.
 As a meat-eater I’m not asking much.
I’m not looking to convert you as such,
and because you’ve been such courteous guests
I ask that you listen to my request:
stop factory farming and show respect
to the animals that we’ve come to neglect.
There are ecological substitutes
to factory farming that don’t pollute
as much, and provide more adequate care
for the animals before they’re prepared
for the slaughter. There will never be one
correct and one wrong in this overdone
debate about whether one should eat meat
or go vegetarian. The deceit
is in the condition of animal
lives. They have no lives, only death corral.
They are lambs to the slaughter at our hands,
and we greet them with salt, and buttered pans.
I’ve left no time for questions, and my soap-
box speech is over. I can only hope
that my words did not fall on the deaf and
dumb ears that I find typically stand
in my audience, but you seem like smart
people. Spread my message as you depart.

Poem-A-Day: Day 395

The Lost

Nameless faces stare
From their own shattered remains
Craving remembrance

Poem-A-Day: Day 394

Stone God

The cold trees whispered
About the stone monolith
Iconic to death

Poem-A-Day: Day 393

Teufelmund

From the Devil’s maw
Came the ghosts of lost and damned
Souls seeking favor

Poem-A-Day: Day 392

Roberta

Roberta cried simple tears,
simple luminous globules
not running, but sauntering
down three cheek weeks.

She tried to stop simplicity,
stop it dead in its tracks,
but it ended up dead fettered,
dead completely unwound,
a simple lost tune on the air.

Roberta spelled her last breath,
spelled it into a three word tear
that wasn’t quite what she thought,
but it was good enough.

Poem-A-Day; Day 391

Windier

The wind captures the spiral
out of control, candor spilling shills
in simple ways, in a jam, bent wheels
caught up under what was, the sheer
force of windier spinal cords.

Poem-A-Day: Day 390

Derrida is Dead

Derrida is dead
deconstructing the heavens,
which bears repeating.
Deconstructing the heavens,
which bears repeating.
Deconstructing the heavens,
which bears repeating.
Which bears repeated heaving
from established norms,
the established normative
that has caused thinking
upon thinking on thinking,
circuitous thought
that deconstructs the nothing,
creating nothing
and bears repeated heaving
from philosophical values.

Poem-A-Day: Day 389

Electric Chairs

Reflective whispers
Luminate wandering eyes
And their broken dreams

Poem-A-Day: Day 388

Spectral Fog

Abysmal waver
Dancing somewhere inbetween
A lack of balance

Poem-A-Day: Day 387

It's, Its

It's something other
Than its own preeminence
It's its own glory

Poem-A-Day: Day 386

Too, To, Two

Too often we try
To compartmentalize things
Two by two by two

Poem-A-Day: Day 385

Where, Were, We're

Where under the stars
Were the broken down windows
That we're looking for

Poem-A-Day: Day 384

There, Their, They're

There is nothing more
In their shallow existence
That they're still proud of