Thursday, October 28, 2010

Poem-A-Day: Day 350

Wonder
The wonder was lost along the way,
and no wonder nobody could find it.
There’s no doubt that nobody cared,
and though the results were doubtful,
the resulting effects manifested somewhere
between effectual and perfect.
The prefecture of in-betweens led nowhere,
as if by bicycle or some other means,
but, regardless of the brevity,
the multinational uniformity called for others
to be some other something, or nobody.
Nothing that could stand without doubt
or the lack of wonder that had been missing.
It’s no wonder it wasn’t where it was left.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Poem-A-Day: Day 349

Lifting, Waits
the world waits
for the next great distraction
to wander from gravity,
for the next sacrificial goat
to goad the sin and sanctity
from what the world wants.
the world lifts
the shale and pumps it hard,
throwing the shit to the sky
to float high among the heavens
and bask in glory's hate,
of what the world likes.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Poem-A-Day: Day 348

Wind Blows Art Shows
the clouds were fake today.
dabs of stratus sporadic painted
on gray and blue altostratus wash
gentle floating cotton dabs
wistful movements of artistic beauty.
periodically the wash gives way
to white ink cirrus streaks
and some curious nimbus numbers
a staged and cumulus masterpiece.
albeit some creation of artifice.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Poem-A-Day: Day 347

Other Days, Other Dollars
Eyes blazing crystal stones
scathing wasted dreams at the sun,
and the screams ring sorrowed
solar flares; Osiris scheming dead.
The bottles draft fathoms
braising fated wings in silver,
and the things gleam borrowed
ion pairs; neutral charging knives.
Bodies writhing nature springs
washing vexed flesh to the bone,
and the sunders rain tattered
sinew tears; flagrant dreaming dread.
Nights flashing classic tones
sending animated nectar at the sky,
and the pains thunder scattered
shallow cries; beauty taking lives.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Poem-A-Day: Day 345

Scrimmage
Questionable acts
And some terrifying jest
At becoming god

Friday, October 22, 2010

Poem-A-Day: Day 344

Ecstatic Motions
Dark hair cascading
Down alabaster shoulders
Mapping ecstasy