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Four Voices IV: Fucked
Posted in Uncategorized with tags poems, Poetry, reading, verse on June 8, 2010 by atmaweapon42video for “Image of God”
Posted in Uncategorized with tags poems, Poetry, verse on June 2, 2010 by atmaweapon42Image of God
Posted in Uncategorized with tags poems, Poetry, verse on June 1, 2010 by atmaweapon42Dad’s grave erupted from fiber
glass drops and the looming
shadows of a wooden shell.
The trawler’s nets caught
nightmares, and the missing
green paper tore at pride
not once before infected.
But the poison of Wall’s
greed trapped his pepper
white and gray beard,
as denim tuxes hung
like undertaker wraps,
sackcloth, and the black
robes that haunt cracks
in leather hands. Teeth
went first as his wide
god-man shoulders
haunted gray windows
and even grayer doors.
The brown rot ate
and chewed upon cheeks.
During Jeopardy, Dad sat
hunched, sipping Campells
cream of chicken in low
wet rasps as warmth
laced the wounds seeping
toxins into failing blood.
The mind had no time
to crumble. He climbed
into the white Chevy
and drove off Milledge
bend to find a place
to dream
of new wood molds
and the sharp sweet
sting of resins lurking
hiding
tearing apart the silk
of lungs.
Over Coffee: For My Wife On Her Birthday
Posted in Uncategorized with tags creative writing, love, poems, Poetry, verse on April 17, 2010 by atmaweapon42I ask her a question so dumb
That I immediately laugh to myself:
“What do you dream about?”
She answers with a light laugh,
A smile bright as all spring’s
Proud Azaelas: “To work
With flowers.” A simple
Dream maybe, but with
Words light and wet
As morning dew on pink
Petals, she reminds me
Once again of why I fell
So Hard for her. I kiss
Her lips and hold her
Close to my heart.
All black earth’s gems
darken at the fleeting
Light’s rays and colors
Of her dreams shop.
I could live there with her.
Gout
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Limbaugh, poems, Poetry, Politics, verse on April 13, 2010 by atmaweapon42Bark into your gold
mike and swell like
infection, filled
with rot and pride:
stagnant, green
with blood’s long
absence. But carry
on dead campaigns.
Salute the old rust
and flaked cores
of hollow country,
mourned by Wasps
that sting and kill
as life abandons
their hopes and fear.
The founding fathers
crumbled to dust
hundreds of years
ago. No one told
you did they?
So throw black-
red roses on graves
unmourned, as blood
leaves cake the earth
around swollen feet.
The gout has begun
its advance. Soon
your words will soften,
and the aphid horde
will wander aimlessly,
lost in a despair
so full and deep
their teeth will tear
at all who cross them.
Your dittoheads will
EaT eAch otHer.
Cyber Brain
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Google, poems, Poetry, technology, verse on April 12, 2010 by atmaweapon42Cyber Brain
Grey matter could beep
one day.
I fucking swear, we’ll
store data
in the folds of blood
and flesh
brains for others to pick
apart
and crack-snap like
fortune
cookies. You want
to live
that way? Immortal,
cold,
digital? Just keep
Googling.
Paran’s Gospel: A mix of Science Fiction and Verse
Posted in poems, Poetry, technology with tags fiction, Science fiction, verse on April 9, 2010 by atmaweapon42Paran’s Gospel
A voice breaks the black depths as stars whine
And draw their labored breath.
The Black One brings quiet and pause
In a veil of wringing hands,
Cracking teeth, and torn flesh. Paran clasps
Something far beyond
Creation’s black wall. Though we pray and hope
The dark gates break,
And his spidery limbs can divide the space
Between air and thought,
We doubt. The Seele prowl, and walk
An endless path.
Paran, take us away from life’s grip
To a place unknown,
Unseen, Unheard, Unthought.
Live, and our death
Sings its wretched words through
Endless song.
Whatever heaven you find,
Tell the angels
Of our sins, our pleasures
And our failed faith.