Monday, January 25, 2010

Love Inside a Frame

Poetry I wrote during a class. I think the TA was scared of me afterwards.

Love Inside a Frame

They say that a picture

Is one-thousand words worthy,

Of all of my pictures

I’ll think of you surely

Your eyes are so devious

As that shade of lipstick reveals,

The stains on your chest

Matches what drips on your heels.

And what’s on your chest,

A gaping wide orifice.

I’m amused you’re alive,

My little snuff fetish.

I don’t seek to love,

I trifle not with lust.

My object of affection,

You bring me disgust.

I want your punctured chest.

Rippling with spikes.

Bring it to me and,

I’ll see to it.

You need it.

No more.


Another


Ode to a Struggling Bouquet

I traveled far to find you

Flowering, hidden.

Do you know how you curve?

Like an infant, nestled in arms.

Hues so vibrant,

So strong to survive,

Lavender lover.

Blue creeps into a green sea,

A slice of sky held tenderly

Amongst brown piles.

While yellow brashly
Vies for attention,

Onlookers look on

But I see you.

Five

No, six.

No, five.

No.

100!

Petals shed like days

Apprehended, awaiting.

I took you

And made you mine.

When you wither,

I’ll remember.




Sunday, September 20, 2009

Ichorous Gold

My most ambitious and difficult poem. I was balancing too many images and motifs. You might notice I don't care too much about theme - I let it occur as the process gets written. The sound of words and the interweaving of the images is much more important. After all, theme is so mutable, what we can learn can be valuable only in specific contexts that I don't ever stand behind any one theme. In fact, since I do images first, I guess the images dictate the theme, so I have it unconsciously written before I decide on what the theme is. This poem will be unfinished for a while.

Beneath the incandescence
Iron wrought with alchemy
Marks lines to trace back
Crimes upon our face


Father, I have lost my soul
Quenched my thirst in life with the
Blood of those (ichorous gold) <- Backing screams
Can you see, they are much like you and me <- Bad grammar in the name of poetry
Celestial tapestry, you're falling down,

burning down, uncreated, (I know the unknown)

"Your arms flail so madly
Is this what they call life?
Your skin bright, eyes wide
Open your skull"
"I see you now, In you young
"If it ends now, What were you? Illusion"
"Run away, to worlds unseen,
You can only go where I've been
I'll place you down amongst the husks
You exist as one of them"
Equilibria In different ways
Tear flesh apart
Revealed we're the same

Hey Apollo,
I've stolen your sun
The wheels you ride
The skein now flows
In between these concrete skies

Aphrodite,
Your daughters consume you
tear away your flesh
From the terra I gave you life

Jaded Phrases

I wrote it in about 5 to 10 minutes, in a single stroke of genius. Will need to be edited and the imagery will need to be made more cohesive. Also, veneer isn't as poetic as I would like. Need to change that.

My sky
Tonight
Is lacquered veneer

Dust
Awash
Through celestial glare

Tongue tastes copper
With a jade bracelet
Pry from pallid arms
Swinging from Saturn's rings

Succumb
Become
Return to Earth, Spaceman
Our fool's traipsed
Over a knoll he
Can't see
Over

All my life
I've waited for this
And worn the mark
Too brazenly
See the viridian spin
So, rings of Saturn,
Pull me in

Siberian Sunrise

This might make its way to a new IC release, after workshopping it with Tasha.

Stay and see
This murder
Bathe in the sun


can you hear
the cackle
of the crow?
It calls in the
dawn To drag us from home
To sleep in earth

We'll fade from
crimson to chrome
With wings clipped
to match our allies
In the Siberian Sunrise

Blistering wind
cries In our backs
The larch is forgotten
In the snow
Now the sun will wax
And time stays slow

We'll fade from
crimson to chrome
With wings clipped
to match our allies
In the Siberian Sunrise