Poems Of Any Length

[Queso]

ZOSROS

in the morning of the moon,

I sat with wide eyes

and one sock

peeling away the wax

Clinging to my cock

in the very first sunshine,

Ever.

[CraigD]

Serpent at the gates of wisdom, why did you deceive?

She was weak, but that's no reason, for what you did to Eve.

You're a fool - you broke the stillness. She gave birth to desire,

Rolling down the frozen highway, like a burning tire.

(lyric by Robyn Hitchcock)

[Drip Curl Magic]

This is the first poem that I ever wrote:

 

Intermediary philosophy

Dethroned by mediocracy

Never a thought mistaken

Aberrance is the tone

No affair to descry

Lucidity in a nutshell

No table scraps left except

our absence to shine

 

I call upon you and your vivid army of oddity

Confiscate my delusion

Modify my cerebral theme

I want clarity

Brief as it may be

 

Because you know as well as I

That my deep lust for liberty

Will drag me back to your fortress again

Just you wait...

 

We are stuck in an equalibrial glass container

Inside the walls of this controvercial maze

Find the yin and you will most certainly know the yang

Only then will the pieces of your puzzle fit

And the balance will become apparent

[Tarantism]

ah, well, this would be the first post for me in this forum.

 

earthly breeze and electric light encased me

and the sun glowed patterns behind unmarked footsteps

 

a tidal sun, maybe, much like one that i saw of the coast and mistook for an island.

 

assertive always, i bowed my head and said no words to him

i shut my eyes and took in the deep red reflections

canned tuna benieth spinning lights

a polyfonic opus.

[Queso]

to alleviate:

[Queso]

unable to find DrawSprocket context:

i stood up tall-

shot my first into the sky!-

i wailed, i yelped YES!

swagger and oscilating

staggering, bended, pulsate!

wobble! wavering! weaved!

leaning, fluctuater! inclined, pendulate-o!

rock, roll, swing, sway

vibrate, careen, lurch, undulate!

until i just tripped backwards and ate **** on a rock

 

 

sucked into the rift-raft of drone strings leaking into our lightless void

my eyes, well the molecular structure that constitutes the eyes

naturally, we devolved well into my pockets regulating with the beginning sunshine that unveils, unlocks!

that lacerates, unfolds and unfastens

burts, jimmy, pops and penetrates

the muktuk seeps through bark

and releases the flying ear that hears the sitar structure of spectral groans

leaping through the dark

emptry streets

dancing

mars is visib-

light is shifting presence

above us hummmms 17kHz

from the streetlights

they sang, we made them disappear

dancing

panning

on empty streets

spend the night

with a pocket full of stars

deeper than Haleakala

no

deeper than Olympus Mons

deeper than mother nature herself

so wet

deeper slith the giant squid

deeper the aquatikids tugged their balloons

repeed the same word as a prefixed compilation

deeper chonicles

deeper intervals

deeper everything else but-

to keep my nut from busting.

 

mirror magnifying i am a musical magnet from room to room to sky-

Shallow sleep,

a thumb-like halo docked

you breathe.

[Queso]

just writ what i spit, now tango hypography!

 

 

 

Prior to my previous engagements-

tip toe

tap tap

rain drops

red shift

break pads

blue shift

neon zeon Stop! Light!

two step from underneath galactric cracks

gutters win the songs hearts in blue morn'

breaking babooshka's backs!

tip toes

taps

swallowed by a fellow who cradled abyss

in hood

taps the ashtray

tips the glass

waitress

hat

Sprints out revolving chevy doors!

To the world! The parking lot!

and slides a

sudden rainy

black-top tumble

wrists don't look alike

 

strolling-

all've these cars are blinking and spat.

left my tongue with the wind, long

long ago

followed me out to the desert stuck to middle class cacti.

the modest of mode!

we dined upon mesas

and feasted upon sand!

we piled up poached pears!

and now, for the pre-dessert puppet show:

tumbling weeds

[Queso]

footloose

jupiter rests under her own moonlight

we approached the tip of the dock with unnourished canniness

and with a pinecone blink of an eye in the bark, i took flight!

slept naked in a crater

and I! the first man on the moon!

exempt, and not liable for any radiation,

doesn't fly a flag

if i did, it would be upside down

NASA sure had great light sources

mocking our sun

shame on their psuedo sun!

quasi liars!

yawning, with a stretch

peed my name w/no hands into the moon dust

and soared around the galaxy like a sun fish

insusceptible, almost favored by the ether

i'll skate the rings of saturn!

gillless, you'll never find me in the vast oceans on titan

'cause i'll never sail it.

our earth, oh she is so peaceful cresent and quiet

the things i've heard down there...

[Queso]

Nag Champa's thin line rises,

two feet straight,

before bursting into Julia Dreams.

Monks past with smoke now mixed.

Nag Champa's thin line rises.

 

you're a fan of the glorious nag champa?

:confused:

i should have known!

funny how i purchase it from 711

[Tarantism]

this is my favorite poem by me to date.

 

ambiance bubble

oops, im mistaken again

sound is sound is sound is sound

and yet here i am talking about a bubble.

 

sometimes, if i put my ear down real low, i can hear the sounds of the earth rotatating, but every single time i try to let go and flot off, im weighted here by a train station.

 

gravity, you are not my friend, i have a monkey for that.

 

one that came from not a forest,but a desert, and now he lives here.

he does not jump or chant or shout or dance,

but instead a hookah master he has become.

 

and a badger,

yes a badger,

im not sure about him.

a diferent sort of badger, one that can go out on a limb,

and stand there with perfect balance and then say

"here i am, but a man and doing such things!"

 

and a gorrila, a king one at that.

this gorrila beats me in chess and sits in silent thought,

but when asked about a day, he may just sit back and quietly say:

 

"quite fine, thank you, but there is more yet to come" --

-like basseous sounds from the timpani drum.

 

but i have found a best friend,

yes we have just met,

and i spend the most time with him where my thoughts are kept.

 

yes! his name is silence,

as in the absence of sound,

for with him i sit, alone, never to be found.

 

yes, i love all of my friends,

and all of their chatter,

but my best chatter comes when im all that matters,

here in my head, alone for the night,

here in my head there is but one light.

 

its been burning for a while,

and will keep burning still,

until one day still is all that there is.

 

thats fine, its ok,

i've come to grips with death,

and there are plans i have with silence, once i have left.

[Queso]

yeah,

i always leave my cell phone

laying face down on the floor

when i leave

[Queso]

gave myself away

to our earth

on naked knee

[Tarantism]

sixteen flowers sit under the moonlight.

a candle for thought

food of some kind

tear through dimensions...

 

i ate the fire

i walked the sun

i tore the gate

...i finilly beat the King Gorrilla at chess.

 

you may be a night

but you are a fast-food knight.

[Turtle]

{This poem is per-forming two lines lions by too,

Quoted by each per-former then two too lines lions building on & so we go:pome} Next.

[Queso]

this is a song by Mr. Bungle called "goodbye sober day" if any of you get the chance, LISTEN TO IT!!!!!!!!!!

go out of your way to aquire it.

free.

ok here it is:

 

 

 

 

Your lips say one thing

But the drugs say another

How can I massage

This inter-galactic ulcer?

 

Goodbye sober day

 

Hello milky way...

 

Pin my ear to the wisdom post

Hang me up and drain me dry

Mend my shipwrecked spirit

Lift the veil from my eyes

 

Goodbye sober day

The years grew wings and flew away

 

Ghosts of the past become barbarians

Of the future...

And I still pity you

Because what you said was true

 

Goodbye sober day

Hello milky way...

 

May your sun be blown out like a candle

May your sea burn like tar

May your sky be rolled up like a scroll

May your blue moon drip with blood

 

What would they say

If you went up in smoke?

If I dug you up

And made soup of your bones?

 

Goodbye sober day

[Tarantism]

what an eve

what a courtship manifestation

to celebrate intoxication'

to celebrate the birthdate of claim

rustle, tussle, struggle and gawp

round ten 'til stop

a ship. a seaship!

chord chello plays the blues

no. jazz.

im crazy i might say but others they

may

choose to feel the same way

i dont care.

 

a dirty laundry thought...forget it

its wrong i lost twice for what challenge am eye?

what price does it pay when a bug learns to fly?

you could come, or you could stay,

but i promise you that a new home lies this way.

[Loricybin]

this is a song by Mr. Bungle called "goodbye sober day" if any of you get the chance, LISTEN TO IT!!!!!!!!!!

go out of your way to aquire it.

free.

ok here it is: . . .

 

 

viva la patton!