Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Rhetorical

I am often left wondering
How it was
That They were the ones
Who ended up breaking
Our hearts...

Small Guns

Smart. Sleek. Sexy Silhouette
The Black Venus Vixen
Feel her curves
Both hands caress
Put your finger on her trigger
Take her out of her dress
She packs a punch
This fully automatic
Locked and loaded
pistol whip
Jerks you when you
Cock
Pull
Shoot
And fire
Fire
Fire
Till you’re shooting blanks, cowboy.
She makes you cry crimson
And will leave you hot
in the ear- ringing dust. 

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The Beginning is Near

The beginning is near
Up above the calm May day
I sleep with desire and destruction.
Naive little girls, with their crumpled hearts
Speaking to empty pages
Feeling alone, neglected and rejected
Writing about the point of persisting
While Ego and Id fight
Over who had the right answer.

Genesis soon
Dark night caresses chaos within
I open to understanding
Seven deadly sins once committed daily,
Now remembered self respect and compassion.
Anger, fear, loathing, the confusion
Released to run inside rampant
Only to come to the same conclusion:

Love-
I would rather live misunderstanding you than to have not tried all.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Heart Ache

Help
Help help
Pl-heal-ease!
Help!!
I am ill.
Of what I’m not sure
And if I knew of any remedy or opportunity for a cure
I would take it.

You see I’ve tried
To seek treatment
And get better alone
But the complications I have acquired
Have only grown
Worse I fear it.

I have bled out my venom
Soothed my rage
Sweating and
Starving my temptations,

I have repented for my crimes
Apologized for sins
Extended peaceful gestures
In hopes that within
I could cure it.

I have waited
Patiently
Long
And hard
in hopes that Time
Would look kindly on my troubles
And seal these scars
So I could close it.

But the uncontrollable urges
To regress
And live into the conditions
Where I could address
My fatality
has escaped me…

And now that which
I cannot give away
Or hide or disguise
In any way,
Owns me.

Because we are merged
My illness and I
And I beckon for your help
To separate us
and
let
 it
die.

The numbing
The hardening
This disease with no cure
Has left me with little strength
Or desire to endure
Another let down
Or a leap of faith
I want to but,
Am afraid to take
For I am stuck in it.

Help!!
Pl-heal-ease
Stop this maddening and pointless disease

Does someone
Anyone
Have an anecdote?
Or am I done for?
Is this the final note?

If I knew of any remedy or opportunity for a cure
I would take it.
I would take it.
I would take it.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Burning

It all started with a little spark
A glare here or
there
Passing
Glowing
Bouncing
Warming
Match sticks struck up conversation.
Flattery and loneliness fed that fire-
Along with the carnal longing of youth.

As luck may have it,
Fate
or as you might say,
Kismet
We breathed and fed-
You were nervous
I was easy
As we joked about truth poured over libations.

There was neither protection nor containers
to hold or control these flames
Boundaries were endless
Where I shed
One by one
And you were fed
In that sun
Warming ourselves in the light

And we breathed
And we fed
And we breathed
And we fed
Dropping without stopping
Uncontrollable ignition
Forgetting and consumed
In the blazing holy night.

The moon
The stars
 engulfed by our fires
Ate and ate and ate
You grew tired
And craved cool waters
But more fire is what I gave for your thirst.

A Hellish Hediness
Smothering with flames
Desirous of more to consume-
But you were dry
And tried to say goodbye-
So then she began to fume.

Smoking
Smoldering
Delirious with rage
She desperately looked around for more matches
But when she awoke
From the fire and smoke
All that remained were just ashes.

You were just trying to push the heat away

Amherst

Amherst
Mass.
Massive
And masses
Of the hot, hot youth
Flock to you,
Are brought to you
Bought. sought and fought to you…
Sold and distributed.

Amherst
Teeming with the chance
 for diploma-ed opportunity,
engineering humanity
grassroots community
growing vines next to
the manufactured studies of corporate industry

Amherst
Where the lush is taught
Lessons forgot
On sale for five dollars a bottle.
Hungry, hungry wolves
Thirsty for new blood
Pack into the pubs,
Where sex puts itself on a tray
Dicey Sliced
Served and
Eaten.

Amherst
You drug of abundance
Of wide eyed, glintering nights
Sleepless and stretching
 for longer than you had bargained.
Of happy hikes and happy trees
wrapped and packaged
slices smoked mysteries
Country slum
Studious cities
Acoustic guitars
Break ins to cars
Riots for sports
Riots for peace.

Amherst
I am tired
Of the zombie babble
Wandering in front of cars
Ambulances crying
Streets of sirens
Stomach pumping hospitals
I am over
Organic
sustainable
Graffiti
Art elite
The stress of privilege
Cramming to capacity
The cigarette ashes accumulated philosophical conversation pages.

I want you,
Amherst
To exist like the summer dew
After the exodus of your infection.
Amherst,
You’re a beautiful dichotomy
Juxtaposition
Myriad
And any other ten dollar word that can be bought with help of a caffeinated beverage

Amherst
Streets of musicians
Hallway for the homeless
Shakedown
Dancing

Amherst
I love you.
I loathe you.
Amherst