Monday, July 22, 2013

smells like team spirit

kiss me
your song is on
                fill your need with filling substances
made with reel cheese

forget the now     forget the following

  forget to become forgotten
breed your miss-breedings beneath a millennia of light
            no longer scene in the night
due to traffic in the sky like
crossing whitecapped crosses

         or bled out rosaries           working overtime
like centurions flicking cigarette butts 

onto burning bridges                 wearing head dresses
smelling like team spirit

       i'll frame my epiphany between your epiphanies 

in order to breath a moments air 

              when cradled centricity is tax free
and need no longer chased by need
 needing influential 

                 centimetric calenders glued to vases

as we Behave

the need to kiss     again 

again      and again

Friday, July 12, 2013

a poem for those keeping us behind

i could draw a line facing eastward
pointing inward and moves as freely as

stray cat tails

in dispassionate grander
a line
serving a single breath

that resembles respired nomenclature
inspired and electric in love


as archaic as

                bleeding wrists

i could draw a sign blaming saline cloud
subdivisions for our lack of confusion

about confusion

a sign the could convey its meaning boldly
breaking bloodlines

                              and files down
lengths of chains

spanning farther than current lines can crawl
the good news is that we are forgetful

          and         will forget you
as soon as you are gone

i could write a poem for those keeping us behind
a poem

that tells of Nouns who were afraid of snakes
and so in sought

with on eye closed to
ruin the world for all of us

a poem that passively runs down the spine

                  like sanskrit in color

or cartographers sketching gold

                     drink and be merry